White Elephant 2

Mari froze up, she was so stunned by both the obscene suggestion and Ororo’s elegant voice speaking something so arousing.

Ororo graciously overlooked how Mari was technically disobeying her. “Your pussy. Play with it. Make yourself come. You want to come, don’t you?”

“Don’t you want to touch me?” Mari breathed, a little pleading.

“Play with your cunt,” Ororo said, making Mari all but moan with her intonation of the harsh word. “Play with it for me.”

Mari shut her eyes. She reached down to touch herself, her mind so hazy with lust that she expected to feel her bikini bottoms and was shocked to touch her naked sex instead. Clark shuddered, seeing the labia open, the glistening nectar gathered on the pink interior of Mari—the sheath waiting for him to complete it.

“Go to her,” Ororo breathed, seeing how intent he was on Mari, how his clenching hardening body was speaking louder for him than his voice ever could. “She wants it. She can’t stand that all you’re doing is looking. Men look at her all day, Clark. A woman that beautiful needs to be touched.”

The reporter in Clark felt like asking why Ororo didn’t touch her then. But the man in him would never point that out—not when Ororo might decide to deprive him of the feel of Mari, claiming it for herself instead.

Clark stepped up to Mari. He put his arm around his waist, the hand slipping down to touch her ass. The caress brought a groan from Mari’s throat. She snatched a look at Clark, then faced Ororo, absorbing how the weather witch was looking at her. Coupled with how Clark was touching her, her own fingers went straight to her clit.

In a second, she was quaking, easily bringing herself to orgasm while knowing that Ororo was seeing every detail, that Clark felt every quiver that went through her.

“Look at that, Mari,” Ororo purred, her blue eyes gleaming with pleasure far beyond what a smile could convey. “You’ve come all over yourself. You need to wash yourself off. We need you nice and clean before we’ll let you have that huge white dick of Clark’s.”

Looking at the enormous bulge in Clark’s pants, Mari couldn’t restrain another moan.

Crooking her finger for Clark to follow along, Ororo led Mari to the bathroom. There, she patted Mari on the ass.

“Get in the tub,” she told her. “With that big cock just waiting to fuck you, I wouldn’t be surprised if you came again simply thinking about it—"

Mari’s breath came hard and fast; Clark found himself thinking that her lungs were pumping the air in and out of her chest as quickly as her body must want his prick inside it. Pushing and pulling, in and out, as much as she could get, as fast as she could get it.

Her plump lips compressing together, then loosening as Ororo forced herself to remain calm, the goddess’s cat eyes flicked to Clark. “Do you want to wash her or shall I?”

Clark’s jaw dropped. “I think she might be able to wash herself,” he stammered.

Ororo shook her head. “But Clark, look at this cock-hungry little thing. She’s starving for a fuck so bad that she could never get herself clean; not when she’ll have you inside her as soon as her pussy’s all nice and fresh.”

Ororo rubbed soap between her hands until they were white with lather. Then she thoroughly washed Mari. Up and down her long legs, then into her slippery womanhood with two fingers. Mari sobbed and held herself still as best she could.

“The way she’s throbbing, it’s hard to believe she isn’t coming already,” Ororo announced. “It’s just that it’s fingers instead of cock, isn’t it? You’re sooo ready to come with a cock inside you… sweet girl…”

On impulse, Clark leaned in and reached between Mari’s legs from behind. He put two more fingers inside of her sex. The wild feeling of being fingered by two different hands immediately sent Mari convulsing into a climax that dwarfed what she’d done to herself a few minutes ago.

“Don’t lose your mind yet,” Ororo cooed to her. “We haven’t even started. Once you’ve assumed the position… then you can just lie there and be his cock holster… his submissive slut…”

Looking enthrallingly at Clark, Ororo rinsed and dried Mari’s sex. They brought her back out into the main dressing room. Mari wore only a thin layer of gleaming wetness.

“Kneel on the rug,” Ororo told her. “Show us where you want to be fucked.”

Mari obediently knelt down. She lowered her head and shoulders, lifting her ass into the air. Clark could only stare at the magnificent view. Beside him, Ororo was aroused to the point of trembling. Clark managed a relieved smile. It was good to know that, for all her highhandedness, Ororo was still as human as him. Vulnerable to this intoxicating woman, even if she had more of an idea of how to treat her than Clark did.

She knew how to treat him too: Ororo put her hand right on the thrust of Clark’s mammoth erection. She traced the outline through his pants, then opened up the zipper. Clark sighed contentedly at being freed of the tension—his hard-on out in the open instead of continuing to be compressed.

Ororo fisted his fat member and rolled her hand up and down its length, eying Mari as she did. “Play with yourself some more,” she ordered. “Play with that pussy the way I’m playing with this white dick.”

Mari moaned in agony; the tiny release Ororo offered her was so far from being enough that it was virtually torture. But she obeyed. Her hand slipped down under her belly and began to rub. Distractedly, her eyes on Clark, more enjoying the sight of his endowment than her own pleasuring touch.

“You can do better than that,” Ororo said to her. “You want me to put my fingers inside you, isn’t that right? Show me how much you’ll enjoy that. Show me you’re not such a cock-slave that you need dick to get off. I’m sure you are, but you can pretend otherwise. Maybe Clark can convince himself to respect you. Not that he needs to, when he has the kind of big white cock that a black slut like you is just addicted to…”

Her eyes enraptured with the luscious display of Mari’s nakedness, especially her aroused pussy and the ass that plumbed her senses with the memory of its feel, Ororo watched as Mari hesitantly touched herself. Embarrassed by this vivid show, and yet thrilled by her shameful flaunting of taboos. Mari was already as wet as she’d been before the shower, her pink labia swollen and bright, her asshole exquisitely vulnerable.

Mari slid her finger in and out; Ororo all but moaned to see it emerge with so much nectar adorning Mari’s cinnamon skin.

“Your asshole too,” Ororo demanded.

“Oh God!” Mari gasped. “What all are you going to make me do?”

But she obeyed. Her finger went into the pressurized grommet of her anus. She plundered both holes together, rotating her wrist to meet her rising need.

Ororo pumped Clark’s prick to the tune Mari’s fingers set: “Don’t you just love her ass?” Ororo prodded. “All that nice black flesh just begging for a white cock between it, inside it?”

Clark was caressing Ororo’s breasts. The touch of his hands made him nipples even more prominent, made them long and stiff and impossible to avoid.

Letting go of his cock, Ororo pulled up her dress and slid down her panties. She sat, doubling up her legs, pulling up her knees so her feet were on the sofa with her. With thighs open and her pussy showing, she touched herself to the sight of Mari’s ass. Her womanhood was flooded, gurgling at the slightest touch of her own fingers.

“I won’t beg,” Ororo continued, her elegant voice growing husky. “But I’ll give my body free rein. And Clark, I’ll let you do whatever you want. I know what seeing this makes you want…”

Her own aroused scent drifted up to her nose. She shuddered, almost wishing she could taste herself. She would, once the taste was on Clark’s prick.

Still kneeling, Mari looked around to see Clark’s huge cock unattended, seeming even larger without Ororo’s hand to contain. She could only blink in stupefaction.

“Are you going to take all that?” she chirped.

Ororo hesitated. Her intention was to fuck Clark herself; how could it not be, with that big white cock almost getting her off just looking the way it did? But she could see by how his prick jerked and seeped that Clark would come soon. He was too turned on not to. And how frustrating that would be!

So Ororo decided on enlightened self-interest. She shook her head, making Clark gape, about to squawk a protest…

“You can have him first,” Ororo said.