Made For Sex by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

asked.
    â€œNot yet, angel, not yet. We’re not finished with your lessons yet. We have to continue to increase your vocabulary. You’ve learned to say ‘pussy’ too easily. Say ‘cunt.’ Yes. Say ‘Finger-fuck my cunt.’”
    Oh God, she thought. I can’t say those words. She swallowed hard and shook her head.
    â€œSuch a bad girl,” Bryce said when she remained silent. He leaned over and roughly spread her legs wider. Then he blew a stream of air on to Carla’s cunt and watched as her skin quivered. He flicked his practiced tongue over her exposed clit, then blew cool air again. “Say ‘Finger-fuck my cunt.’”
    It was torture. The alternate warm and cool sensations were driving her wild. She reached toward her pussy but Bryce grabbed her hands and held them at her sides. “Oh no. You can’t relieve yourself that easily. Only I can give you what you want and you’re going to have to ask for it.”
    She wanted his fingers inside her. Mindless with desire, she said, “Please. Finger-fuck me. Put your hand inside my cunt. Please.”
    â€œOh yes, baby.” He inserted first one then two fingers into her cunt and spread them to fill her. He pulled out, then rammed them inside. With his other hand he rubbed her clit until both of them felt the ripples of Carla’s first orgasm.
    â€œDon’t stop,” she screamed. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
    â€œI won’t, angel,” Bryce said, feeling the orgasm roll over her entire body. “Let go. Let it devour you.”
    â€œYes, yes, yes.” She spasmed for what seemed long minutes. When she calmed, he stood and pulled off his clothes. His large, fully erect cock stood straight out from his groin. Hungrily she watched his hand stroke the smooth, hard flesh.
    â€œI love the way you watch my hands,” he said. “Do you want to touch me?”
    â€œYes. Let me touch you. Let me take you in my mouth.”
    â€œAhh,” he said. “You like sucking cock. Tell me.”
    â€œYes. I want to take you in my mouth.” She sat up, watching his cock.
    His hand slid over his hard penis, to the tip, then pulling back to the root. “Say, ‘I want to suck your cock.’”
    Those words again. Carla could feel her body tighten. “I want to…”
    â€œTell me.”
    â€œI want to suck your cock.”
    He leaned over and held his hard cock against her lips. “Open for me, angel,” he said. “Suck me into your mouth.”
    When she pulled him into her mouth he let his head fall back. She was good, giving him exquisite pleasure. Her mouth was slippery and hungry and her tongue slid all over his smooth flesh. She pulled back until the tip of Bryce’s cock rested against her lips. “Say ‘I want you to suck me’,” she said, grinning.
    He laughed, then said, “I want to fuck your cunt.” He pushed her backward on the bed, slipped on a condom, and drove his large penis into her steaming pussy. Her stocking-covered legs wrapped around his waist and her hips bucked. Over and over he drove hard into her body.
    â€œYes, angel. Oh yes,” he yelled.
    â€œHard inside me. Don’t stop!” she cried.
    They came, first Carla, then Bryce. Still entangled, they rested for a few minutes.
    â€œThat was unbelievable,” Bryce said later. “I’ll tell you something you aren’t going to believe. It’s never been any better.”
    â€œUmmm,” Carla said. “For me either.”
    â€œYou’re a desirable woman. And from what Ronnie told me, you’re going to get to channel your charms into a productive business.”
    â€œYes, I am. And I now know that it’s going to be okay. I had almost forgotten how much I love fucking.” She laughed. “I can even say ‘fucking’ now, thanks to you.”
    â€œNext time we’ll have to find something