Chelsea ran a brush through her auburn hair. The sunlight cascaded through the bathroom window, its light accenting the lighter strands which had been exposed to the sun and heat from her styling appliances. Glancing up, she caught the reflexion of her aqua-colored eyes in the mirror and allowed a slight smile to cross her lips. She didn't often think of her appearance as pleasing, but today she had taken extra time and it showed.
Chelsea stood only five feet two inches, but her thirty-six C chest made her stand out as if she were six feet tall. At 19 years of age, she was finally able to put aside the memories of the awkward teenager she had been. Her legs were firm and toned from years of biking and running, but her hips still held onto soft curves. Her pale white skin never seemed to tan, making the aqua color of her eyes pop and the deep auburn color of her hair stick out.
Today she had chosen to dress all in white, a color she normally avoided. Her mind briefly wandered to the incident in the high school cafeteria when one of her so called friends put red jello in her chair, on the first day she had bravely decided to wear her white jeans. The resulting stain prompted snickers when she walked down the halls, and one of the teachers to ask her if she knew what her period was. Recalling that event, her face turned bright red and she physically shook her head, as if trying to shake the memory out of her head. She was different now, she reminded herself.
With one last glance in the mirror, she twirled quickly. Her white cotton sun dress caught around her hips as she did, exposing her bare sex to the air for the briefest moment. Squaring up to the mirror Chelsea giggled. She hadn't realized jut how short the dress was when she bought it. Her hands ran down the flanks of her body as she smoothed the cotton material back into place. Her nipples stood at attention, even from that brief caress. Yes, she thought, I'm ready.
Alex waited in the living room of the one bedroom apartment they shared, growing impatient by the second. He hated how long Chelsea took to get ready. Granted, when she finally was ready, he boosted her rating from a seven to a ten. Alex had always graded women on the classic one out of ten scale, couldn't help it, it was just how he thought. Naked, first thing in the morning, he would consider Chelsea a seven. Well dressed, make up applied, and walking with that slight bounce of hers, Chelsea was the perfect ten. Suddenly the bathroom door opened.
"Finally!" He couldn't help but exclaim, venting his frustration. Though when he turned and faced her, his jaw dropped. Her normally curly hair was straight as a pin, exactly how he liked it. The short white dress she was wearing showed off her tight thighs and threatened to expose her entirely if she raised her arms. He thought he might have glimpsed it as she sashayed towards him.
"I'm ready," she said softly, almost purring the words. "Where are you taking me sexy?"
"Mmm," Alex groaned. "Who are you calling sexy hot stuff?"
Chelsea giggled and Alex seized his opportunity. He crossed the remaining distance between them in two steps. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and lifter her effortlessly off the ground. He had only one destination in mind, the bathroom counter.
In no time at all, he had her ass planted on the sink. She looked up at him with that mixture of surprise and confusion that always stirred him inside. They locked eyes for a moment, his erection growing and straining against the denim jeans he was wearing. He reached his hand around her back and cupped the back of her head in his hands. Slowly he leaned in to kiss her perfect pink lips.
At the last second Chelsea turned and laughed.
"Babe!" She sounded scolding. "We were supposed to go out, you said you had a surprise for me."
"It'll still be there when I'm done with you." Chelsea could hear the throaty quality to his voice. It was a tone she knew well, and it said she wasn't going anywhere until Alex had his fix.
Seeing no other option, she turned her face back to him and they kissed. She felt the butterflies in her stomach as his lips parted and he ran his tongue over her lips then into her mouth. She sighed deeply, contentedly, and somehow hungrily. She felt Alex's hands move from her neck to her front. She felt his strong hands cup her breasts and she moaned against his touch.
Alex could feel her nipples stiffen against his hands through the soft cotton. He knew those nipples were perfect, round and pink, easily stimulated. He rubbed his palms against them, stimulating Chelsea further. He could feel her moan against his lips as his tongue continued to probe her luscious mouth. But his tongue was hungry for something else.
Violently, Alex tore himself away and spun Chelsea around. His hands forced Chelsea to bend over the sink and face the mirror.
"Alex," Chelsea gasped. "What are you doing?"
Alex responded by slapping her ass, hard.
"Don't fucking talk." He commanded with that same husky quality.
Chelsea felt Alex kneel down behind her and pushed her thighs apart, then he gripped her ass and pulled it upwards, giving him the best possible access to her bare pussy. Her ass still stung a little, and she whimpered in pain when he gripped her cheeks. Alex heard her whimper and a sadistic grin appeared on his face. He had a new plan.
"Oh baby," he tried to put as much sympathy in his voice as possible, "Did I hurt you?"
"Just a little," Chelsea said. "I'm okay though."
Chelsea was afraid is she admitted she was hurting, he'd stop pleasuring her. At that moment she was so turned on she really did not want him to stop.
"Wow," Alex mused, running his fingers over her right ass cheek. "Your ass is really red where spanked it. Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"
"No," Chelsea said, a little hesitantly. They both knew she was lying.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Chelsea cried out in pain with each slap.
"What are you doing?!" Chelsea had pain and fear in her voice.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"I said no talking." Alex was surprised at how even his voice came out.
Chelsea was truly afraid now. Alex had never been this way before. Sure, when she was riding him and his erection started to go soft he would slap her ass to make her tense, bringing his dick back to life. At least that was what she had thought.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Then just like that, his slaps changed to caresses over her now bruising flesh. Relieved for the reprieve from the pain, Chelsea sighed and let her shoulders drop further over the bathroom counter, unknowingly causing her ass to rise and Alex to get a strong whiff of her sex. It drove Alex to his breaking point.
He gripped both cheeks hard and spread Chelsea's tight body as far as it would go. He took a moment to stare at her most intimate place. She had a beautiful vagina, which she kept completely bare. Her labia was the perfect size, not overly puffy or chewed up looking like some. The inside was a healthy pink color. He stared at her hole, if you could call it that. It was really just a slit where her folds met. She had the tightest pussy Alex had ever felt, but he was interested in the feel just now. He was hungry..
Chelsea gasped when she felt Alex splay his tongue wide and flat over her outer lips.
"Oh!" She cried out in surprise.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"No fucking talking!" Alex's voice was stern but even.
Chelsea sucked in her breath, afraid to say or do the wrong thing. She craved his tongue against her sex, she wanted to cry out his name and beg him for more, but she feared the repercussions of going against his wishes.
Alex dove back into her pussy, lavishing his tongue against her tight slit. Chelsea groaned lightly. She felt Alex push and pull her hips against his tongue and she was relieved that he was at least allowing her to move. She rocked her body back and forth against his tongue, her clit burning from the friction of rubbing it against the counter.
Alex was in heaven. A face full of pussy was one of his greatest desires. If he was able, he would survive only by ingesting pussy juices. And Chelsea's juices were especially tasty. He guessed she didn't even know how stimulated she was most of the time. Something about the scent of her drove him wild, it was as if she blocked up with sexual frustration and couldn't release it, even after she'd cum over and over. But he had different plans for her.
Chelsea felt the oh-so-familiar tension in her body, the sudden stiffening in her muscles. Alex's tongue had once again worked its magic on her bare pussy. She rocked back and forth even more wildly against Alex's tongue and face. She was so close now, if he would just press a finger inside her...
Then Alex stopped and got to his feet. He wiped his mouth and looked down and Chelsea, bent over into the sink and her chest heaving.
"What?" Chelsea felt dazed. "What are you doing?"
Alex wiped her juices off his face and smacked her ass once more, so she would know who was in control.
"Get cleaned up," he ordered simply. "You've got a big day ahead of you."
Chelsea cleaned herself up as quickly as she could. She couldn't understand why Alex had left her wanting. He usually prided himself on bringing her to orgasm as many times as he possibly could. She often felt lucky he had chosen her. He stood six foot three inches, and a lanky one hundred sixty five pounds. His sandy blond hair was always immaculately styled and his hazel eyes seemed to bore into one's soul. Everywhere they went, women turned their heads to stare. It made Chelsea feel inadequate, uncomfortable...until they got in the bedroom and Alex proved to her how strongly he desired her.
Today was different. Alex had never been so forceful with her, and he had NEVER left her in the state she was now, pulled away just before her pleasure had peaked. And the spanking...that was new. It left her dazed. Still, she hastily followed his orders and met him outside their apartment complex where she found him smoking.
"Hey gorgeous," Alex grinned. She probably didn't realize her white dress in the bright sunlight made her nipples and mound clearly visible. Perfect.
"Hey back," Chelsea said weakly. "Are you ready to tell me where we're walking?"
