Prologue – A typical morning with Esther [Erotic Content] (Final Part)
I clenched my jaws, suppressing the savage instinct of continuing despite her request. To make that effort easier on myself, I pulled out of her hot folds and let go of her. Esther’s moan was relieved and disappointed. An apologetic gaze assured me that she wanted to continue. It was truly her body that could not sustain the pleasure at such a rapid rate. She reached out to my cock and stroked it, keeping me hard while I waited for her breathing to stabilize. “Perhaps this is why I need a second woman in the bedroom,” I dared to joke.
Esther’s eyes turned yellow. She rolled her jaw and slowly the amber returned. She knew what I wanted from my Anomalia. What every man wanted from their Anomalia, really, I was just very upfront about it. The last bit of yellow disappeared and she nodded, “If you continue to impress…” she had to swallow in the middle of the sentence, “…impress like this, you will need more than me to satisfy you.” After a thoughtful pause, she added. “You will… deserve more… even.”
I grinned from ear to ear. She knew what I wanted to hear and she would not have said it if she didn’t mean it. Because this was Esther, I could be certain that she meant it. The lady of my love did not dabble in lies or appeasement. “Only as long as I can please all of you.”
Esther nodded strongly. “You understand your responsibilities, my Karitas.” Her eyes wandered to my cock, where her hand was still sliding up and down the well lubricated shaft. “Right now, it occurs to me that I owe you compensation for this pause. What would you want, creative Karitas?” Her silky voice caressed my ears, her longing gaze found mine, filled with anticipation.
The first idea I had was to demand a blowjob. A bad idea, as it would have made her uncomfortable and I was too turned on to wait for her to figure the basics out. I wanted to try something quick and then get right back to fucking her brains out. “Bad girls deserve a spanking, wouldn’t you agree, my beloved?” I suggested.
Judging by her first reaction, I had chosen wisely. A long, excited sigh escaped her and she rolled onto all fours. I repositioned myself behind her and let my hands glide over her round ass. She trembled in anticipation. This was hardly the first experiment around pain, but we weren’t entirely clear on the borders yet. I would slowly up the force as I went on. After I corrected her posture.
“Face down, ass up,” I commanded her. Esther hesitated and looked over her shoulder. Equally on all fours, her back was pretty much level, the majority of it hidden by the shirt she wore. “It’s just me,” I assured her with a smile, before repeating the order. “Face down, ass up.”
Still hesitating, but now moving, Esther lowered her upper body onto the sheets. Her shirt slid down about halfway, revealing part of her back and the scar spread out over it. It was a grotesque mark on her gorgeous body, a circle interrupted by a dozen lines, all of it carved by hand. It was grotesque - she wasn’t.
“You’re gorgeous,” I told her, concentrating my eyes on her butt. The pose emphasised the perfect curve of her hips and thighs. Proportionate to her hourglass figure, large, round, firm and soft, her butt was everything a man could desire. I gave it a soft tap to start with, then a mild clap, and finally a proper spank. Esther cried lustfully at the sting and my cock tensed happily at the sound. I gave the left cheek the same treatment and got the same result. A mild redness started to spread. I knew she was strong enough to take more.
By the third smack, the force was enough to keep her ass jiggling for a couple of seconds. The fourth, she inhaled sharply after the initial cry. I made note of this and paused to give her now sensitive ass a more loving treatment, rubbing it gently and kissing it. After two more, milder slaps, that had her moaning and whimpering in equal measure, I was satisfied.
“That’s enough for now,” I told her and aligned my cock with her entrance. I rubbed the head against her swollen lips. Both her ass and cunt were a lively red. All of it was my work. All of it to her pleasure. “You ready?”
“Fill your Queen,” Esther demanded with a mild quiver in her voice.
I thrust forward, until the tip of my cock was securely inside her pussy, then grabbed her by the hips with both hands and slid in the rest of the way. Groaning and clawing at the sheets, Esther remained in the demanded pose, even as I picked up where I had left off and fucked her hard from behind.
Her screams had a different tone to them now. They were sharper, louder, doubtlessly fuelled by the small break and the additional sensitivity of her flushed butt. Each of my thrusts slammed against that sensitive derriere and I was hypnotized by the ripples I sent through her. After having spent so much time this morning appreciating her tits, I greedily partook in the equalizing.
“Spank me… again!” Esther panted.
What my Queen wanted, my Queen got, and so I brought down my left hand on her sensitive ass between two thrusts. A scream exploded from her, spurring me on to do the same to the right side. She was positively gushing. Her obediently raised backside couldn’t stop jiggling. Not between the sporadic slaps, my thrusts, and her own movements. Shaking her hips, rocking them back and forth, Esther danced on my cock as much as the position allowed. The soft flesh flattened against my groin at the moment of impact, then swayed as we departed, and flattened again when we, in our need for each other’s body, met again. Only the spasms of renewed climaxes kept Esther from moving sometimes.
When I approached my orgasm, I didn’t even have to announce it. Whether in my tone or the twitching of my cock, Esther noticed how close I got. “Inside!” she screamed. “Cum inside… again… my… my…!”
Esther never got to finish that sentence, as I slammed against her backside one last time. I remained still; her quivering folds wrapped around my erection. They massaged me over the edge, brought me a moment of ecstasy that then exploded into a prolonged stream of bliss. Spurt for spurt, I filled her with the second load of the morning.
For once, her orgasm was over before mine, the multiple climaxes turning into an afterglow while I was still unloading into her eager cunt. Gyrating her magnificent ass, she added to the rhythmic contractions of her insides that drained me of practically all I had to give in that moment. The white lightning that danced in the corners of my vision retreated until I was finally spent. I pulled my shrinking cock out of her and let out a held breath.
‘I love waking up with Esther,’ I thought.
Prologue – A typical morning with Esther [Erotic Content] (Final Part)
I clenched my jaws, suppressing the savage instinct of continuing despite her request. To make that effort easier on myself, I pulled out of her hot folds and let go of her. Esther’s moan was relieved and disappointed. An apologetic gaze assured me that she wanted to continue. It was truly her body that could not sustain the pleasure at such a rapid rate. She reached out to my cock and stroked it, keeping me hard while I waited for her breathing to stabilize. “Perhaps this is why I need a second woman in the bedroom,” I dared to joke.
Esther’s eyes turned yellow. She rolled her jaw and slowly the amber returned. She knew what I wanted from my Anomalia. What every man wanted from their Anomalia, really, I was just very upfront about it. The last bit of yellow disappeared and she nodded, “If you continue to impress…” she had to swallow in the middle of the sentence, “…impress like this, you will need more than me to satisfy you.” After a thoughtful pause, she added. “You will… deserve more… even.”
I grinned from ear to ear. She knew what I wanted to hear and she would not have said it if she didn’t mean it. Because this was Esther, I could be certain that she meant it. The lady of my love did not dabble in lies or appeasement. “Only as long as I can please all of you.”
Esther nodded strongly. “You understand your responsibilities, my Karitas.” Her eyes wandered to my cock, where her hand was still sliding up and down the well lubricated shaft. “Right now, it occurs to me that I owe you compensation for this pause. What would you want, creative Karitas?” Her silky voice caressed my ears, her longing gaze found mine, filled with anticipation.
The first idea I had was to demand a blowjob. A bad idea, as it would have made her uncomfortable and I was too turned on to wait for her to figure the basics out. I wanted to try something quick and then get right back to fucking her brains out. “Bad girls deserve a spanking, wouldn’t you agree, my beloved?” I suggested.
Judging by her first reaction, I had chosen wisely. A long, excited sigh escaped her and she rolled onto all fours. I repositioned myself behind her and let my hands glide over her round ass. She trembled in anticipation. This was hardly the first experiment around pain, but we weren’t entirely clear on the borders yet. I would slowly up the force as I went on. After I corrected her posture.
“Face down, ass up,” I commanded her. Esther hesitated and looked over her shoulder. Equally on all fours, her back was pretty much level, the majority of it hidden by the shirt she wore. “It’s just me,” I assured her with a smile, before repeating the order. “Face down, ass up.”
Still hesitating, but now moving, Esther lowered her upper body onto the sheets. Her shirt slid down about halfway, revealing part of her back and the scar spread out over it. It was a grotesque mark on her gorgeous body, a circle interrupted by a dozen lines, all of it carved by hand. It was grotesque - she wasn’t.
“You’re gorgeous,” I told her, concentrating my eyes on her butt. The pose emphasised the perfect curve of her hips and thighs. Proportionate to her hourglass figure, large, round, firm and soft, her butt was everything a man could desire. I gave it a soft tap to start with, then a mild clap, and finally a proper spank. Esther cried lustfully at the sting and my cock tensed happily at the sound. I gave the left cheek the same treatment and got the same result. A mild redness started to spread. I knew she was strong enough to take more.
By the third smack, the force was enough to keep her ass jiggling for a couple of seconds. The fourth, she inhaled sharply after the initial cry. I made note of this and paused to give her now sensitive ass a more loving treatment, rubbing it gently and kissing it. After two more, milder slaps, that had her moaning and whimpering in equal measure, I was satisfied.
“That’s enough for now,” I told her and aligned my cock with her entrance. I rubbed the head against her swollen lips. Both her ass and cunt were a lively red. All of it was my work. All of it to her pleasure. “You ready?”
“Fill your Queen,” Esther demanded with a mild quiver in her voice.
I thrust forward, until the tip of my cock was securely inside her pussy, then grabbed her by the hips with both hands and slid in the rest of the way. Groaning and clawing at the sheets, Esther remained in the demanded pose, even as I picked up where I had left off and fucked her hard from behind.
Her screams had a different tone to them now. They were sharper, louder, doubtlessly fuelled by the small break and the additional sensitivity of her flushed butt. Each of my thrusts slammed against that sensitive derriere and I was hypnotized by the ripples I sent through her. After having spent so much time this morning appreciating her tits, I greedily partook in the equalizing.
“Spank me… again!” Esther panted.
What my Queen wanted, my Queen got, and so I brought down my left hand on her sensitive ass between two thrusts. A scream exploded from her, spurring me on to do the same to the right side. She was positively gushing. Her obediently raised backside couldn’t stop jiggling. Not between the sporadic slaps, my thrusts, and her own movements. Shaking her hips, rocking them back and forth, Esther danced on my cock as much as the position allowed. The soft flesh flattened against my groin at the moment of impact, then swayed as we departed, and flattened again when we, in our need for each other’s body, met again. Only the spasms of renewed climaxes kept Esther from moving sometimes.
When I approached my orgasm, I didn’t even have to announce it. Whether in my tone or the twitching of my cock, Esther noticed how close I got. “Inside!” she screamed. “Cum inside… again… my… my…!”
Esther never got to finish that sentence, as I slammed against her backside one last time. I remained still; her quivering folds wrapped around my erection. They massaged me over the edge, brought me a moment of ecstasy that then exploded into a prolonged stream of bliss. Spurt for spurt, I filled her with the second load of the morning.
For once, her orgasm was over before mine, the multiple climaxes turning into an afterglow while I was still unloading into her eager cunt. Gyrating her magnificent ass, she added to the rhythmic contractions of her insides that drained me of practically all I had to give in that moment. The white lightning that danced in the corners of my vision retreated until I was finally spent. I pulled my shrinking cock out of her and let out a held breath.
‘I love waking up with Esther,’ I thought.
