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Girl from RIO - Part 3 |
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By Nigel McParr
Charlize fell in love with Carter’s apartment. It was small but warm and well furnished with the icons of a renaissance man: fieldstone fireplace, over-stuffed leather furniture, Dutch masters on the walls, and a library that took up one wall of the living room. While Carter got out glasses and poured wine, Charlize studied the book titles. “I’m impressed, Carter. I don’t recognize a single title. “Books are my passion,” he said. “I’m a compulsive reader.” “You are way smarter than me.” “But you’re so lovely you don’t need book smarts.” Charlize blushed as she accepted his compliment. Feeling naughty and aroused, she whispered, “A big bustline does have its advantages.” “Especially when you’re not wearing a bra.” “I was hoping you’d say that.” Carter came to her and put his arms around her. As he pulled her softness into him, she could feel the pole between his legs thrusting into her jeans. He spoke in a husky sotto voce. “With a bustline as big as yours, it’s a sin to alter those natural curves.” Charlize fought off her embarrassment and traced the tip of her finger over Carter’s lips. “Well, you already know my mother agrees with you. She hasn’t worn a bra since she married Daddy.” “She looked stunning on New Year’s Eve.” “Is she a good spanker?” “Mmm, I’m afraid she is,” she replied, toying with his lips. “Your mother deserves sainthood for raising the likes of you.” “You're just saying that because you like her boobs. She’s even bigger than me.” “So I’ve noticed.” “She thinks I’ll be even bigger.” Charlize blushed. “Can you imagine me with boobs down to here?” “Oh, yes, I can imagine it. I can’t wait for it to happen.” He took her hand. “Come along, fair damsel. It’s time I took you to my bed chamber.”
She watched through smoky-dark eyes as he slowly undressed her. He savored every fastening, the scent of her and her clothing, the motions of her hips, the jiggle and sway of her pendulous breasts. He trembled with delight at the softness of her white cotton camisole beneath her sweater. She trembled in return when his fingertips glided over the camisole and the swollen arcs of her breasts. Her nipples hardened at his caress. Everywhere he touched her; she shuddered and moved one step closer to ecstasy. She’d never thought of it until now, but tonight she hoped he would let her take him into her mouth. She’d suck his cock until he had nothing left. Mama had told her she should do that and now she understood why. He pulled off her boots and opened her jeans. As he slid the heavy denim down her legs, he was delighted to she wore a cotton garter belt and panties. “Mama makes me wear them,” she whispered. It was yet another glimpse into her. “I want you to continue her practice,” he said, fondling her pussy for the first time.
Driven by the scent emanating from her thighs, he could barely contain himself as he ran his hands over the silky texture of her calves, thighs, and bottom. Her panties came down easily with a whispered sigh. As she stepped out of them, he knelt, held her firmly by her hips, and pressed his lips into the ripening rise of her pussy. Charlize was beside herself. Looking down at her master, she could barely stand his touch. She thought if he didn’t hurry, she might have an orgasm before he even spanked her. Sensing her eagerness, he got up and sat down on the bed. “I didn’t tell you this, Charlize, but your mother suggested I buy a hairbrush.” “And did you?” Charlize whispered. “Mmm hmm. I finally found what I wanted.” “I’d have helped you.” “It’s on my bureau. Bring it to me.” The hairbrush surprised her. It was made of lustrous hardwood and much larger and heavier than her mother’s. It was she saw a man's hairbrush. She gave him the brush and he took her over his lap. “I’ve been looking forward to this moment. Your mother said I’d enjoy it.” Carter began with a noisy smack that caused Charlize’s body to stiffen in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to spank so hard. The new hairbrush hurt more than her mother’s brush. The second and third smacks quickly followed. She couldn’t help herself. She shrieked and straightened her legs. She reached her hand behind her to protect her burning bottom cheeks. He grabbed it and continued to spank while she tried to kick herself loose. “Settle down, Charlize!”
He
tightened his hold on her waist. As strong as she was, she was
unable to wiggle away from the rain of smacks that ignited her plump
bottom cheeks. She felt like she was on fire. She began to plead and
shriek. “Not until I’ve really warmed your big bottom.” “I’ll be a good girl.”
“We’ll
see.” until he had turned it a bright shade of red. When he finally let her off his lap, her bottom and thighs were blooming. Her hair was mussed now. Her eyes stained and wet with tears. Her eye shadow was running down her cheeks. She looked like a sorry little girl. Overcome by Carter’s spanking and the changes going on inside her, Charlize knew she would submit without question. She bent to kiss him.
“Thank
you, Carter. I needed that spanking. You do it with more zing than
my mother. I’m going to tell her she needn’t worry. You spank harder
than she does…a lot harder. Will you continue to spank me when I
need it.” Charlize watched him undress and get into bed beside her. She tried not to stare at his huge cock. She’d never imagined a man could be that big. He cupped what he could of her breasts in his hands and nibbled at her ear lobe. “Am I the first,” he whispered. “Yes, darling.” “I’ve never slept with a woman. I‘ve been waiting my whole life for you.” He turned himself end for end as he straddled her and spread her thighs wide. She let out a little shriek when he kissed the silky folds of her sex. His cock hung like a tantalizing piece of fruit above her lips. When his tongue entered her, she surprised him with her boldness. She took his cock in her hands and struggled to fit it into her mouth. As soon as she had him in her mouth and began to suck, he knew he didn’t have long - not on their first night. They had the rest of their lives to wrap her eager mouth around his cock. He lifted his hips away from her and worked his tongue and face deeper. Sensing his commitment, she reluctantly released his cock and lifted her thighs into him. She screamed like a banshee as he led her over the brink and into her first orgasm. She was ready now, ready for him to soundly fuck her. She lay as limp as a rag with her great breasts sprawled across her chest while he straddled her like a pony. His cock was straining, hard as granite. He barely heard her exhale as he lowered his hips. The tip of his cock was gleaming wet and beginning to drip. Like a dog’s nose, the head of his cock nudged at the wet contours of her pussy. Charlize lifted her head. “Carter, I never… you’re huge! Can you really get that big thing inside me?” Carter leaned down to kiss her. She could taste herself on his lips and she liked that. “You’re a big girl.” Charlize nodded and closed her eyes. “Oh, please, Carter, take me…fuck me! Push and push until that whole thing is in me. I don’t care how much it hurts.” “That is the plan, darling.” As he lowered himself into the velvety warmth of her thighs, he nearly came as his flesh met hers. He went slowly, allowing Charlize to open herself up to the bulbous head of his cock. Her tightness reminded him how she’d react the first time he butt-fucked her. He stretched her slowly until the head of his cock was finally and fully inside her. She was moaning now, ignoring him. Her whole being had been reduced to his swollen cock. He began to move in and out. With each stroke, the head of his cock went deeper. Charlize drifted in a haze of pleasure and pain. The pleasure mitigated her hurt. “More, darling…Oh, please…more…” Carter’s mouth closed over her nipple as he thrust deeper. At her first shudder, his cock stiffened and amazingly grew thicker. Charlize opened her eyes wide. “Goddamn, you’re huge!” The rough texture of Carter’s rock-hard cock slid along the distended tunnel of her pussy triggering a series of orgasms. “Carter!” she gasped. No longer able to wait, Carter let his cock run deep. His scrotum settled heavily into her lathered underside. Charlize was enthralled, thrashing her head back and forth, rolling her breasts, barely even aware of him. His great cock throbbed and pulsed like a hound eager for release. It had taken on a life of its own. She knew he was close, holding himself as long he could. “Carter,” she whispered. “I love you. I’m ready.” He smiled down at her and planted his groin hard against her sex. As his cock seemingly filled her belly, Charlize nearly passed out. Orgasmic waves of pleasure rippled through her. She screamed, but her voice sounded miles away. Carter met the upward thrusts of Charlize’s hips with his own. It was finally too much. He let himself go; his cock swelled and throbbed as he pumped a pulsating stream of semen into her. At his first spurt, Charlize pulled him down into her breasts and clamped herself onto him. He was like a love fountain, jetting himself into her. She held him tightly in her arms and clamped her pussy lips around him until he was spent. She looked up at him. Her eyes and smile said it all. She was his now. He could do with her as he wished. His face crinkled into a smile. “Will you marry me?” Charlize wriggled with delight. “Carter, yes!” she gazed into his eyes. “I was wondering when you’d ask me.” “You must do as you’re told. There will be no more bras.” “Y-Yes, Carter,” she whispered. “As you wish.”
After the wedding, Carter and Charlize continued to work at the same company, Personnel moved Charlize to a different department but they still met every day for lunch. They bought a starter home, which Charlize and her mother decorated and furnished. Most Sunday afternoons they spent at Charlize’s parents’ home. Following one of those Sunday dinners Charlize and her mother were having coffee while their husbands adjourned to the study. Over whiskey and cigars, the two men immersed themselves in a discussion on investments. For weeks, Charlize had been thinking of Ms. Beckerman, her mother’s old friend from her Rio. She’d met Ms. Beckerman at her parents’ New Year’s Eve party nearly a year ago. For no apparent reason Charlize hadn’t been able to get that stunning woman out of her mind. She set down her coffee cup. “Mama, I’ve been thinking about your old friend from Rio, Ms. Beckerman. I haven’t seen her since the New Year’s Eve party. I’d like to broaden our social life and she seems so nice. She inferred she’d like to get together for lunch, but I’ve never heard from her. Is she still in town?” Eva Lima looked at her daughter and was quietly pleased. She’d been wondering when Liz Beckerman would surface. Liz was her closest friend. They’d been intimate before she married Juan and they had continued to go to bed after Eva married. It was time to tell all to Charlize. Charlize had been married nearly a year and it was a good marriage. Carter was the ideal husband; strong and firm, loving and caring for Charlize’s every need. Juan agreed with her it was time to introduce Charlize to another facet of marital bliss. “Ms. Beckerman sounds so old fashioned, like she’s a matron. You must call her Liz now.” “Do you think it’d be okay to call Liz? I still have her card.” “Of course. She’d love to see you. Meet her for lunch, do some shopping.”
A few weeks later, Liz Beckerman picked up Charlize at work. They had lunch at an upscale bistro where Liz introduced Charlize to a new drink. With Liz’s encouragement, Charlize ate too little and drank too much. She was tipsy and giggling when they left the restaurant. Liz planted a kiss on Charlize’s mouth as she helped her into the car. Charlize never even noticed the brush of Liz’s lips on hers. From Liz’s perspective, Maria’s daughter had grown into a plump, busty, and wholesome woman; ripe for the plucking. Liz wasn’t one to miss such an exquisite opportunity. “If I take you back to work now, your mother and Carter will never forgive me. I’m taking you to my place for a couple of hours.” Charlize looked at the older woman through blurry eyes and smiled. It was raining when Liz reached her apartment. She took Charlize into the bedroom where she opened the bed and threw open the windows. Charlize was like a sleepy child; vaguely aware of the rain drops spattering on the windowsills. She stood quietly, occasionally giggled, as Liz undressed her. The cool damp air that brushed her bare thighs and breasts raised goose bumps and tightened her nipples. She shivered when Liz lifted her heavy breasts and kissed her again. This time it was a long and lingering kiss. Charlize closed her eyes and opened her mouth to accept Liz’s anxious tongue. For an instant, Charlize realized Liz was seducing her and she tried to demur. Liz shushed her and kissed her until Charlize simply went limp in her arms. When she opened her eyes, they were in bed between scented silken sheets. The afternoon had passed in a languid blur. Like a symphonic backdrop, the rain continued to fall. Charlize felt trapped in her perfumed haze. She was a perfectly compliant prisoner, fervently submitting to the bidding of her new mistress. While Liz Beckerman strapped on her dildo and began to fuck her, she heard her say, “Your mother and I were lovers in Rio - before she married your father.” Charlize looked dreamily into Liz’s eyes. “Are you still lovers?” she whispered. “Your mother is a sensual and beautiful woman, Charlize. Why do you think I came back?”
Charlize was nearly sober when Liz drove her home. She was silent most of the way. Caught in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions about Liz and her mother, she stared out the windshield and said nothing. Her hair was tousled and messy. Her make up smeared. She wondered why Liz hadn’t offered her fresh makeup. She glanced to her at this woman with white-blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a wide ripe mouth. The woman radiated confidence and wealth. She was accustomed to being obeyed and Charlize couldn’t help herself. She was caught now in the silken web of her mistress. Liz Beckerman might be her lover, but she was something else, too. Ms. Beckerman clearly meant to dominate her. Having seen the whip in plain sight in Liz’s bedroom, she assumed at their next meeting Liz would whip her. “Can I see you again, Liz?” “I’ll call you.” “About my mother…” “Never mind, little one. That’s not your business. Comprende?” “Yes,…Ma’am.”
Carter was in his home office reading a book when she peeked in at him. She looked guiltily at him and smiled awkwardly. “I’m home, Daddy.” As he looked up at her Charlize sensed he knew where she’d been. “How was lunch? It certainly was a long one.” “O-O-g-h, after lunch we did some shopping,” He smiled. “Well, you just go on upstairs. I’ll be up shortly. After I spank you, I want the truth - every single detail…” The End
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