This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
Spooky Girlfriend
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
Her thick eye makeup is smudged, her lipstick smeared. There's a glow to her face, and her long black hair is tangled, some locks glued to her forehead. At the corner of her pouting mouth, there's a thin trail of saliva, but that's a bead of semen that quivers on her chin.
This is Laura's true face. Oh, not the one she shows the public as she strides haughtily by, or the tolerant smile behind the perfume counter. No, this is the true Laura, hungry and feral.
I'd met her, buying some eau de toilette one afternoon. She'd climbed on a footstool to reach a top shelf, and suddenly said teasingly: "Are you looking up my skirt?"
I'd been studying some other displays, but had replied: "No, should I have?" She'd chuckled, and said: "Why not?" And remained poised, lifting the hem of her short skirt slightly, so I could see her black lace thong panties.
"Very nice," I'd said, though my face must have betrayed much hornier thoughts.
She'd stepped down, commenting: "You look like you were expecting more," a cheeky grin on her face.
"More would be welcome," I'd replied, quite honestly. "Perhaps after work...?"
"There's no one here," she'd replied. Which was quite true. But I hadn't expected her to lift her skirt again, and pull her panties down to her knees, then hold the hem waist high for me to see her smoothly shaved pubis. Nor for her to stroke her parted labia and offer her moist, crimson-nailed fingers to my nose.
"Now, that's something I like," I'd breathed, feeling my cock straining to uncurl from its sleep.
"Then, perhaps, after work?" she'd smiled. "Meet me at seven, outside. I'll show you lots more."
I'd bought a couple of items, and left, feeling quite disoriented. Oh, Laura had flirted before, but hadn't seemed the type to expose herself or make such a blatant offer. I was outside in my car at seven, on the dot. "So, what's the plan?" she asked, sliding into the passenger seat.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Unless you have some major objections," she'd smiled, "I'd like you to take me somewhere and fuck me senseless."
'Somewhere,' for the sake of convenience, turned out to be my studio, just a half-mile away. Laura had grinned like a Cheshire cat as we walked in, and saw the bed already folded out. "Oh, perfect! Do you fuck all your models, then?"
"As many as I can," I'd replied, watching in fascination as she shimmied out of her clothes.
"Good," she'd gasped. "Well, I want you to take lots of dirty pictures of me, when you've had me."
So, there we were, close to midnight. She's naked, semen daubing her chin, eager for more mischief. Several hours of fucking, and frenzied masturbation for my camera, hasn't satiated her.
"You're a wicked girl, Laura," I tell her. "Lick your chin."
"So, spank me," she replies, teasing.
"It was the very next thing on my list," I tell her.
The End
© Copyright by Mara Maharakshasa, 2002. All rights are reserved by the author. Do not retransmit, store (except for personal use) or publish without permission.
Reviews
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
A surface sheen of competent writing hides something here that's essentially empty. The characters are really nothing other than expressions of lust. A story - even one this short - needs rather more than that. The spanking reference is awfully false and tagged-on - as if it's not really what the author wants to write about. Just a tedious contractual obligation.
Haron <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
The plot of this story can be classified as one can hope. Maybe this is what some spanko teenagers imagine late at night - girls dropping from the ceiling, begging to be screwed and spanked... This story is bound to bring a smile to the face of men who grew up with these dreams.
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
God, why doesn't stuff like this ever happen to me ?! A seriously hot piece, even if spanking is not exactly central to the storyline. As with "Bells are Chiming for Victory", I have slight problems with the verb tenses. Given that the main action takes place in the present, most instances of the past perfect could be replaced by simple past, IMO.