The hallway creaks under my heels. Late evening. Neighborhood asleep. His old mansion looms next door, lights out everywhere. Heart thumps. I slip through the garden gate, quiet as sin. Up the grand staircase, wood groans softly. Second landing. Locked door. Key turns with a click. Tiny dark corridor. Light filters under the atelier door, golden sliver. Knuckles rap lightly. Door swings. His eyes gleam, that painter’s smirk. ‘Come in, my eager pupil.’ Hand brushes mine. Skin tingles. Step over threshold. Door shuts with a hush. Verriere roof glows, stars mocking above. Massive canvases loom, asses striped red. My pussy clenches already.
He circles slow. Fingers trace my silk blouse. ‘Missed this?’ Whisper hot on neck. I nod, cheeks burn. Lips crash. Tongues sloppy, hungry. Hands yank skirt up. Panties tug down. Cool air hits bare ass. Bend over the easel. His palm cups cheek, squeezes. ‘Ready for your lesson?’ Crack! First slap stings sharp. Muffled smack echoes soft. I bite lip, stifle gasp. Neighbors’ houses dark, so close. Windows stare blind. Another whack, harder. Flesh jiggles, heat blooms. ‘Quiet, pet. Don’t wake the street.’ Leather paddle whispers from drawer. Zing! Stripes burn like fire. I whimper low, thighs slick. Juices drip. His cock presses pants, hard ridge. Fingers plunge pussy, wet squelch. ‘Filthy slut for it.’ Pulls out throbbing dick, veiny, thick. Rams in raw. Grunts muffled. Planks thrust, ass cheeks clap soft. Paddle cracks between pumps. Orgasms rip, pussy spasms. Cum floods me hot. Stars spin overhead, glass roof framing night. Any light on? Neighbors peek?
The Contact
He pulls out, spent. Cum trickles down thighs. Kiss soft now, aftercare lips on welts. Dress hasty, skirt sticks to sweat. Door cracks open. Corridor swallows me. Stairs creak louder going down. Heart hammers ribs. Foyer shadows. Outside, street silent. Garden path crunches faint. Cross to my house. Porch light flickers. Key fumbling. Inside, hubby snores upstairs, oblivious. Ass throbs under panties, stripes pulsing. Mirror quick: cheeks glow crimson peeking. Secret locked tight. Tomorrow, more. Neighborhood dreams on, clueless.