Ch. 3 Nasty Nigella
The first two chapters on Nigella Lawson were published earlier.
The morning after that unforgettable first night, Nigella had to do a couple of TV talk shows. While she did the shows I had ample time to think how to proceed further. I would love to spend the following evenings together to update her practical knowledge of intense, dirty sex. Reviewing the events of the day before, I had a hunch what she would like the most. We were munching a hot dog at the sidewalk outside the studio building when I made my opening move.
âYou have been out of circulation for quite some time. What you need is some training in dirty sex. We have that beautiful body of yours in tiptop working order again.â
âI didnât hear you complain last night.â She snapped.
âIt can be more fun if you would do the really nasty thingsâŠâ
âMore naaahsty thingsâŠ? My gooohd⊠what you did to me last nightâŠ!â
âIt was a start. You like some bondage and spanking too, do youâŠ?â
When she didnât answer right away, I knew enough and gripped her by her arms.
âOnly nasty girls deserve to be spanked.â I whispered in her ear. âThe nastier they get, the more painful their punishmentâŠ!â
Obviously I was right on the button because I felt her shiver.
âThink how far you would like that pale-white ass of you to be smacked: pink, medium-rare or
saignant
? â I continued.
I felt her body melting, but she managed to regain her composure.
âPromises, promisesâŠâ I heard her voice cracking in anticipation. It was a promising sign.
After lunch Nigella spent time promoting her book but after 4 pm we took the time to go shopping in preparation of our home entertainment in the evenings. I couldnât resist hinting about our coming activities of the night, even secretly touching her at the right places now and then. I noticed it made my dear protĂ©gĂ©e quite edgy. I hoped it made her horny because during our shopping spree I developed some very interesting ideas for the evening. If I was right, the night might be something very special. We had an early bird dinner at the hotel, so we could retire early to start Nigellaâs refresher course in dirty sex.
âI think you first need to update your nasty oral sex.â
âI beg you paaahdon, I already sucked off your dirty cooohkâŠ!â Nigella said indignantly.
âNot bad,â I said soothingly. âBut we need to dig deeper into the matter. Be a good girl, pull on that red outfit and get your sweet ass moving.â
It took her quite some time to change but when she re-emerged the results proved to be spectacular. The top was in meshy black, just meshy enough to let her two main attractions shine through. Her high boots were not in black this time, but in shiny dark red leather. I let her check the height of the heels; they should be long enough for her to grasp them completely by her fist. Nigella looked startled but she would understand the significance in due time.
Her G-string was something special. The thong separating her pale bottom cheeks was in red, but the triangle covering her honey pot was in black. The front was a two-piece, the left and right part held together by a series of cute red bow ties, which would take some time to knot together nicely. The triangle was lined by black fur, just to let the message out that the owner was an expensive high fashion brat.
âVery sexy.â I said, taking her in my arms.
I took her face between my hands and put two fingers against her lips. When her lips opened, my fingers slipped in, feeling the warm wetness of her mouth. It was my way of telling her the session on oral sex had started. She closed her eyes and started sucking my fingers, acknowledging she received my message. Automatically she sank to her knees, rubbing her face against the bulge in my pants. Her hands went to my zip.
âNo handsâŠ!â
I decided to let her clearly know who was in charge from now.
âOpen my zip with your mouth.â
She looked up at me. A blush appeared on her cheeks when she took the hook of my zipper down with her teeth. The zip was tight and she to work hard to pull it down. Eagerly she grabbed in the opening to find her prize.
âI said
No hands
âŠ! Girls who donât listen have to learn the hard way!â
Calmly I took two leather straps from my pocket and before Nigella knew I had each of her wrists tied to the pillars at the foot of the bed. Her eyes opened wide and she started to struggle.
âNo⊠no, I wonâtâŠâ
However, her resistance was too little too late and her struggle just let her superb breasts bounce even more invitingly. I ripped the meshy cover apart and warmed my hands cupping those magnificent mounds. She obviously liked the way I ripped her cute lingerie apart because her nipples were already hard at the first touch. I started working on them with my nails. Teasing nipples with the sharp edge of newly trimmed nails often offers me great results. With Nigella the result was spectacular. I felt her luxuriant body melting away in my arms; her sighs and moans increased in frequency and the higher pitch reflected the rising urgency in her needs.
I had difficulty remaining in control myself. My erection had grown to its full eight inches, it felt dry and need some wet relief urgently. Nigella, with her arms wide spread, her wrists tied to the posts, her neck resting against the mattress, her head facing my menacing mast with her mouth slightly open, made an inviting target. I saw her eyes were fixed at the mouth-watering sight of my arrogant flagpole. The next moment the time for watering was over, since my cock was solidly buried behind those cute lips, enjoying the warm wetness of her mouth.
To have a better edge, I rested my knees on the bed with her head in between. Nigella had to bend her head far backwards to allow me the deep penetration I wanted. Her surrender was complete and her technique meticulous. Having so often experienced the gutsy haste of the younger generation it was a blessing to have a real woman taking her time to slowly lick around the elevated saddle before taking the whole acorn in. Her head went slightly up and down when I started sliding in and out. The sensation was exquisite.
I went in deeper and deeper, drool starting to drip from the corners of her mouth. She was babbling incoherently when I allowed her some breathing time between two long deep strokes. With her gasping and wheezing, her troubled eyes and shadowy gaze Nigella looked horny like hell. I wondered if I could make her beg for it. When I pulled out of her mouth, I playfully tapped my cock against her lips, backing out every time she tried to capture the crown behind her lips. I even managed to touch her nose.
âPleeeseâŠâ
âSay it!â
I tapped my rod against her nose again. She helplessly tried to catch it with her mouth again.
âPlease let me suck itâŠâ
âNo handsâŠâ
âNo, no⊠I wonât use my hands!â
I untied her wrists.
âHold your heels with your hands.â
When she did, she automatically hollowed her back, bringing her head up. I grabbed her hair and brought her face even more upward to me.