Wax, Whacks, Wine, and Oreos
My Girl and I were having some intense play last night, with a bit of snacks, wine and lipstick thrown in for flavor.
Scene 1 - Hot Wax and Slo-Mo Whacks
7 pm Friday night and My Girl stomped in the door pouting. She threw her purse and kicked off her shoes. Yup, another hard day at work.
"Come here, Baby Girl" I called from the sofa. I was settled in with a beer, waiting for the hockey game on TV to start.
She stomped over, looking ready to cry. "What's wrong, Baby Girl?" I ask while spreading my arms for her to plop down on my lap for an embrace. She described the clusterfuck of dealing with an asshole manager, an asshole co-worker, and an asshole subordinate, all 'screwing her crosswise' on an assignment with an asshole client. (I've met the manager, co-worker, and insubordinate subordinate at her work Christmas party. They are indeed assholes.... I'll assume she has the same good instincts about categorizing the client.)
I listened intently, commiserated with her, and remarked that most of her bosses and colleagues were good, fun people to work with, her work was interesting (usually in a positive way) and she made good money as an engineer there. She agreed. Then she added her final point on her workday:
".... And to top it off I got a painful paper cut on my left index finger. No blood but painful as hell... and we're a 'paperless' office for fuck sake! She showed me her finger with the angry red slit on the finger pad. I kissed her fingertip tenderly, then proceeded to lick it, and finally surrounded it and the neighboring fingers with my mouth and sucked hard on them. She giggled with pleasure and excitement.
"Tell me more about your day later, Baby Girl. I do want to hear more about it. But for now, I want to de-stress you the way you like best."
My Girl brightened at that.
"Any more talk about assholes tonight will be about our own assholes," I joked.
My Girl laughed. "Yes, our own assholes."
She knew what I meant and knelt on the leather sofa, straddling me, with her large tits pushed in my face. I straightened from my 'couch slouch' and kissed her long and hard, our tongues playing 'tonsil hockey' with their deep, frantic probing and darting in each other's mouths. I clicked the TV off.
"No, keep it on." My Girl said. "I'm going to make you forget all about the hockey game." With that she slid off the front edge of the sofa, her knees going "thunk" on the floor. She expertly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my hard and eager cock from the folds of my underwear and through my open fly. She grabbed the base of my cock firmly, and slipped her wet, drooling mouth on me, sucking so hard I thought she was going to suck my eyeballs out through my cock. I grabbed her long hair with both hands, forming a loose ponytail at the back of her head, guiding her bobbing motions on me. She got so into it that I struggled to slow her down because I wanted her to cum first tonight. She did have a hard day after all. But she was so persistent and good at sucking my cock that I gave in and fell into the bliss, eventually moaning and jerking my legs spasmodically, before yelling out "Oh my fuck... oh my fuck!" and exploding in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every drop of cum and licked me clean. I leaned down to kiss her passionately, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue. "Fuck! If that's how you respond to a bad day at work... I hope you have more bad days!"
She instantly shot me a scowl.
"Just kidding, Baby Girl!" Then I made my play for safety by adding: "Actually, I had planned a few surprises for you tonight... so let me keep on making your bad day go away. Time for you to have some much-needed orgasms!"
With that, I pulled My Girl onto the sofa and placed her face down on the leather sofa, her hips lying on my lap. I started massaging her back, firm ass, and muscular thighs. She moaned in appreciation. "I bought a few new toys today," I announced while continuing my massage. She moaned again with pleasure, then perked up and lifted her head to look back at me, half bemused but full of curiosity.
"Let's get you out of your clothes first," I suggested. My Girl wasted no time pulling off her blouse and bra, while I slipped her jeans and panties off. In a flash she was back down on the sofa, her pussy mound squirming on my crotch while she waited for more massaging. I resumed the massage, stroking her slowly but firmly, and letting my fingers dip down to caress her shaved pussy lips occasionally. She wriggled and moaned with pleasure.
I reached over to the end table and grabbed a box of candles and a lighter. I picked a red taper and lit it. I started dripping wax on My Girl's back, forming heart-shaped patterns down her spine. She gasped from the pain of the hot wax but buried and wriggled her pussy harder into my lap. My cock was again fully engorged and enjoying the feel of her wet pussy lips rubbing me. After I had formed five hearts down her back, I dripped a series of red wax dots down both of her ass cheeks and thighs to the inner fold of her knees. I picked up a purple candle, lit its wick with the red candle, blew out the red and proceeded to fill in the hearts with purple wax. I occasionally lowered the candle to shorten the drop, making the wax a bit hotter since it had less time to cool. My Girl bucked from the extra sting but never complained—just wriggled and continued writhing and moaning. I followed with a gold candle, then a silver candle until My Girl's back, ass, and thighs had an amazing tracery of thick multiple layers of wax.
The hardened wax started crackling slightly from her breathing and movements. She was thoroughly wet below now, excited by my slow methodical wax play. I reached over to the end table and grabbed my phone. I set the camera to take ultra-slow motion video that would slow things down 32-fold.
"I'm going to video the next part, My Girl, in super slow motion... just for personal enjoyment by you and me." She nodded her assent, still luxuriating in the sensation of the thick wax coating on her. With her nod, I hit the RECORD button and started laying six quick bare-handed 'over the knee' spankings on My Girl's sweet ass. She shrieked and bucked in surprise and her legs flailed wildly but she didn't try to escape and by the last two stinging slaps, she was practically gushing with pleasure. When I stopped she turned to look at me, her face as red as her ass cheeks. She was disappointed by the early stoppage of her spanking.
"Don't worry Baby Girl! You've got more spankings coming tonight. But I want to space them out and build you to a frenzy. I want to space you out! Let's check out this video first. It may help maintain your excitement. Let's see, I filmed for 8 seconds, at 32-fold slowing..." I tried to do the math in my head.
"So we've got four minutes and sixteen seconds of slo-mo viewing," My Girl responded almost instantly after doing the calculation at lightning speed in her head. (Damn, she was always good at math!)
"I'll get some wine and snacks and we can watch it together," I offered and I went to the kitchen.
My Girl sat up eagerly, but winced from the stinging and tingling on her bright pink ass cheeks...
