My submissive was waiting for me in heels and nothing else

Carla lived in a village by the sea, right under the flight path of a small airport. Every few minutes a plane would tear through the sky with a roar that made the windows shake, and I suppose that was why the tourists never stayed. Her beach, hidden between dunes and dry scrub, was almost always empty. She liked it that way. So did I.

We’d met on a dating app, and from the very first day our conversations heated up without asking permission. We told each other in exquisite detail what we were going to do to one another when we finally met face to face. “I want to cum on your lips as many times as you’ll let me,” she wrote to me one night, shortly before we met. That line was what sealed it for me.

She was thirty-one, seven years younger than me. She was fairly tall, with dark almond-shaped eyes, and a black mane cut to shoulder length that swayed whenever she turned her head. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were firm, with round nipples that were always erect, and she had a generous ass, the kind that sounds good when you spank it with an open palm. Her tanned back curved into two dimples just above her cunt. Her mouth, small with full lips, was almost always slightly open, as if it were waiting for something.

In one of those first messages she confessed that she shaved her sex, though not completely. I asked her to leave it entirely smooth, without a single hair, so I could run my tongue over her whole body without anything getting in my way. She obeyed. It was the first thing she obeyed me about, among many.

Carla knew perfectly well how beautiful she was. And she knew what I wanted from her.

***

We fucked for the first time on that very beach, the night we met. It was June, one of those hot, still nights when there isn’t a breath of air. The sea was so calm the waves barely broke, and the white foam stood out against the darkness. I lay down right where the water licked the sand, and in the moonlight she knelt between my legs and sucked me off with a slowness that drove me crazy.

It was a summer I’ll never forget.

What she did with her mouth was different because you could tell she enjoyed doing it. Some days I’d stop by her place just for that, just so she’d give me one of those unhurried blowjobs, like someone savoring a candy they never want to finish. I loved looking down at her, intent on licking me while I stroked her hair, and through the open window you could hear a plane passing on its way to the clouds.

I usually went to see her as evening fell, a little before dark. We’d kiss for a long while standing in the entryway, and while I did I’d slide my hand down her back to her ass. My fingers always ended up between her thighs, and I always found her wet.

“You’re wet, gorgeous,” I’d say against her mouth.

“It’s knowing you’re coming. I get like this,” she’d whisper between kisses.

I’d strip her right there, pull down her underwear and crouch to look at her up close, open and shaved. I’d spread her thighs with my hands, trace her clit with the pad of my finger and then the tip of my tongue. She moaned when I moved my fingers in and out, slowly. After that she’d suck them, still shining with her, while I bit her nipples and pulled her body toward me.

Then I’d sit on the sofa and she’d kneel between my legs. That was my favorite moment. When she’d been at my mouth for a long while, I’d tell her, “Get on,” and she’d straighten up and impale herself, giving me her back. I’d hold her by the hips as she rode up and down, braced on my knees. She was so hard and she was so soaked that she went in and out with no effort at all. From there I could see her whole ass, white where the sun hadn’t touched it, and I couldn’t stop myself from spanking it with my hand every time she came down.

After a while she’d obediently go back to her place between my legs, until I ordered her up again. In that back-and-forth of sucking and riding, half the afternoon would slip by, until I took her to the bedroom and put her on all fours so I could admire that magnificent ass. I’d set her up on a divan I had beside the bed, narrow like a piano bench. With her head down, everything was on display. Other times I’d ask her to rest her knees on the arm of the sofa and let her body fall onto the cushions; in that position she opened even wider, and I’d eat her out slowly before taking her however I wanted.

“Do you feel me the way I feel you?” she’d always ask me, voice breaking, when I buried myself all the way inside her.

She’d moan when she felt my balls bumping against her clit. In that position, after so much sucking, she couldn’t hold out long. When she felt she couldn’t take any more, she’d bend down herself, take my balls in her mouth and jerk me off until I emptied all over her face, over her parted lips. I loved seeing her like that, marked. Then she’d gather up with her fingers whatever had dripped down and take it to her mouth, leaving nothing behind.

“It’s the best moment of the day,” she’d say, licking the last drops.

***

One afternoon, after one of those fucks, we went down to the beach. It was almost night and there were no bathers left. The water was calm and warm.

“When are you going to fuck my ass?” I asked her as we waded into the sea.

“I knew you were going to ask me. You were even late,” she replied before diving under.

I got the impression the idea still didn’t entirely convince her. Later, while we were walking around the village, I reminded her.

“The thing is, you’ve got an ass that’s way too tempting,” I said, stroking it over her skirt, noticing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath because I’d taken her panties off myself in the car. “When I fuck you doggy style I can see it and I imagine myself inside it. I can’t help it.”

She smiled, as she always did when I talked to her about how much I wanted her.

“I know you like my ass. Do you think it’ll hurt? Yours is huge, and that curve that feels so good in my cunt might hurt back there.”

“We’re going to need some help.”

“There’s a sex shop in the next town over,” she remembered. “We can go tomorrow to have a look, and you can take me to dinner at a place I know while we’re at it.”

And that’s what we did. We bought a small dildo and a set of plugs, “ideal for beginners,” according to the saleswoman with a professional smile.

“Don’t be scared. You’re going to enjoy it,” I told her as we left, convinced that she would.

***

The next day she greeted me in panties, perched on her highest heels. She was mouthwatering. I arrived wound tight from my apartment, knowing what was about to happen, so after kissing her I ordered her to crouch right there and start licking, to ease the heat I’d brought with me with her saliva. She pulled down my pants and began with my balls, the way she liked to start, but I shoved my cock into her mouth without waiting.

“Make it feel good. I need it.”

She looked up at me from below and started doing what she was so good at.

“I needed to see you like this, with it between your lips. Don’t stop.”

While she did that, I saw the plug set we’d bought on the table. They were all there except one: the biggest one was missing. That turned me on even more. She noticed, pulled my cock out for a moment and, with a smile, confessed.

“I’ve got it in. I’ve been playing with it this afternoon while I touched myself.”

“Good girl,” I said, shoving it back in. “But keep sucking. Fill it with spit, the way you know how.”

She stayed bent over for a few more minutes. I held her head to set the rhythm, then let go so she could keep going on her own. After that I let her suck my balls too, because I know she enjoys it.

Then I sat on the sofa, as I so like to do, to have her keep pleasuring me. She put a cushion under her knees because she knew we were in for a while. Sometimes she’d pull my cock out of her mouth, all glossy, and swirl her tongue around the tip while holding my balls with her other hand. I’d touch her breasts and every so often tell her to come up and kiss me, only to send her back down immediately.

Suddenly I got thirsty.

“I’ve got those Belgian beers we like,” she said.

We went to the kitchen, I kissed her again, her neck, her nipples. We poured ourselves some, drank a little, but when she saw I was hard again she crouched back down. Her lips were cold from the beer, though they warmed up quickly.

“Let’s go back to where we were,” I said, picking up both glasses.

She carried on with her task. Every so often we’d take a sip and she’d keep going.

“I want to fuck your ass now,” I said after a silence. “If you keep this up, I’m going to cum.”

She straightened up and took off her panties. There it was, the plug still inside. I pulled it out slowly and checked that her hole had turned pinker: it had started opening for me.

***

I took her to the bedroom and set her on all fours on the divan. With her ass up in the air she looked spectacular, that white skin the sun never saw was driving me wild. I poured lube onto my fingers and spread it over her hole, little by little. I slid one finger in, then two, as I bent down to kiss her clit. She moaned, feeling me in both her openings at once.

Then I took my place behind her.

“Keep licking, slut.”

She obeyed. In that position I gave her several slaps with my open palm; that ass deserved them. I moved to the side so she could keep eating while I punished her, and I loved hearing the smack and the little moan she let out after each blow. I kept going until her skin was burning and, in the whiteness of her ass, the imprint of my hand could be seen. Thinking about it now, I liked looking at her as much as I liked what she was doing to me.

Carla, eyes half-closed, was pumping my cock in and out, deforming her mouth over and over. As long as I didn’t say otherwise, she wouldn’t stop. It was a sight to behold.

“When are you going to put it in me? I want it inside, please.”

“Of course, darling,” I whispered. “But keep going for now. I love the way you do it.”

A few minutes later I moved behind her again. I lubed up the plug once more and slid it back into her ass slowly; she let out a moan and a shiver that I answered with a couple of loud slaps. Then I fucked her cunt with hard thrusts that slowly shifted the divan forward. She was so wet that I slid in on my own. I pulled out and made her suck her own fluids, the way she loved so much.

“I like your cock in my cunt,” she said, looking at me with pleading eyes.

I shoved it in again, just to wet it and then feed it back to her. I repeated that several times, until I decided it was time to fuck that ass properly at last.

“Come on, I’m going to take you from behind like you deserve. But out to the living room—you get up on the arm of the sofa, you open up more there.”

I watched her walk down the hallway backlit, in her heels and with the plug in. She looked beautiful.

She knelt on the arm of the sofa, waiting, but I pushed my cock back into her mouth again while I gave her more slaps, letting the plug open her up all the way. Then I pulled it out and handed her the bottle of lube so she could coat me thoroughly herself. When she was done, I got behind her and felt her little ass pinker and looser; not much, but enough.

“Slowly,” she begged.

I answered with a kiss on her back when I was already poised to go in. It took me a good while to get all the way inside, moving in and out only a few millimeters at a time until I sank into her completely. She was touching her cunt with her fingers, moaning.

“You’ve got it all inside.”

“Ahh…”

“I like it when you get that slutty.”

“You make me like this,” she panted. “You and that cock.”

I started moving, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting back in. After a few minutes her ass had already taken the shape of my cock and gotten used to it. Then I’d pull out all the way and slam back in just to hear her moan. I did it several times. I loved it.

The next position she already knew well. I sat on the sofa and, without saying a word, she sat on top of me herself, shoving it into her ass with her back to me.

“Move. I want to see it go in and out.”

She obeyed at once.

“Are you going to cum inside?” she asked.

In answer I gave her a couple of slaps.

“Move. I want to see you as slutty as before. Don’t stop, get into the rhythm.”

And she kept going, up and down, taking me out and putting me back into her little ass. I helped her with the rocking because I could tell she was getting tired.

“You’re sweating.”

“Yeah… ah… I’m about to cum.”

“Hold out. Don’t be a bitch and keep giving me what I want.”

We stopped for a moment because I didn’t want her to cum yet. I stood her up and made her apply more lube while I bit her nipples. When she was about to mount me again from the back, I told her to turn around, to sit astride me facing my face. The new position drew a small moan out of her as I entered her.

“Ahhh! I feel it more like this… ummm…”

“Slowly, but take it all the way in, darling.”

With her hands on my shoulders, she began to lower herself little by little. I could feel her taking me as if, in that position, her ass had become tighter. Besides, I could eat her breasts like that, and she appreciated it.

“Are you going to cum in my ass?” she asked once we’d found our rhythm.

“Not yet. I’m enjoying you. Move and don’t ask.”

“I love seeing you lose yourself while you fuck my ass the way you wanted… ah… I’m loving it.”

I kissed her lips and nipples until suddenly, with a choked cry, she said:

“Ah! I’m going to cum. Can I? Please…”

“Do it. But don’t stop moving.”

“Yes, ah, ah, aaaah… I’m cumming, I’m cumming…”

I spanked her so she wouldn’t lose the rhythm.

“Keep riding, Carla. Keep going even while you’re cumming!”

“I came with your cock in my ass… ufff.”

When I felt her muscles relax after the orgasm, I held her close and stood up with her on top of me. We kissed again.

“I want to cum inside your ass,” I told her. “Get up on the arm of the sofa, you open wider there.”

Her hole was pink, sunk in, stretched open by the back-and-forth. I went in and out a couple more times to hear her moan and finally buried myself to the hilt, determined to empty myself inside her. I took her by the waist to move her to my rhythm and gave her more slaps.

“I’m cumming, Carla! I’m going to cum in your ass… ah, ahhh.”

I unloaded deep inside her and heard her moan again.

“Me too, again!” she said. “Ah… ah.”

I kept emptying myself with my cock buried in her ass, in a long, devastating orgasm. At that moment, a plane roared overhead just above the roof.

“We came together, like the first time,” she said when the jet noise faded.

When I pulled out, she was still dripping. She turned around, opened her mouth under my cock and worked it with her hands to catch the last drops. Right there, on the sofa, with our skin slicked together by sweat, we fell asleep until another plane woke us up.