Madam Vicky: An Erotic Short
We’d just finished cooking some of our favorite foods together, and the sun was still out that night. After we ate, we chatted on her couch for a while and intermittently provided commentary for whatever was on the television. Madam Vicky moved closer and started feeling me up. It was always a pleasure when she allowed me to feel her hands on my body.
“Stand up,” she said.
“Yes, Madam Vicky.” When I stood up, she looked at me and pulled my shirt off. She pulled me in closer, and we embraced. She put a hand on the small of my back and brought my face closer, and kissed me.
“Touch me. Please me like the thing you are.”
“Yes, Madam Vicky.” I hiked her skirt up, pulled her underwear down, and reached in between her legs. Before my hand arrived, she grabbed my wrist.
“No. You’re gonna use your mouth,” she said.
“Yes, Madam Vicky.”
“Wait a second,” she said, grabbing a blindfold off her coffee table. “Put this on.”
I did as Madam Vicky instructed, and I could no longer see. Shortly after, I heard her take her clothes off.
“Kneel.” I did as she instructed and then felt her hand press the back of my head. She subsequently buried it into her cunt, and I ate as if I’d never tasted her pussy before.
“Keep your head still,” she said. I could feel her hips move as she slid her slit across my motionless tongue. Madam Vicky pressed harder and rocked quicker and quicker. I stayed there, unmoving. “Keep your head right there until I come, you little bitch.” Her rocking steadily increased until it culminated in her releasing the pressure from my head and her letting out a massive and contented sigh. She grabbed my hand. “Stand up and follow me.”
Feeling around, I could tell we walked past her couch. We stopped for a moment. Seconds later, I heard the sliding glass door of her balcony open.
“Wait right here while I grab the strap-on and lube,” she said.
“Yes, Madam Vicky.”
A few minutes had passed, and I heard her come back. She led me onto the balcony, and I felt her moving each one of my hands to the guardrail there. I was eager for it, so without waiting for her to guide me, I grabbed the rail tighter, arched my back, and bent over. Slivers of the last vestiges of sunlight crept through the small openings of the blindfold; the misty rain grazed my arms and my back.
“Safeword is still ‘red,’ yes?” she asked.
“Yes, Madam Vicky.” With the formalities out of the way, she started to tantalize me. Her finger trailed upward from the back of my knee and stopped just short of my ass. For that, she gave it a stinging slap that reverberated throughout me. Then she dug her nails in and squeezed it.
“This is mine until I’m done with it,” she whispered in my ear. She let go, and between the lack of vision and the sound of the rain, I couldn’t hear what she was doing behind me. My sense of touch was on high alert, and it startled me when I felt her hand rubbing lube on my stiff cock.
Her tempo was slow, and as she kept going, she started gliding her palm over the head of my organ. It wasn’t until I let a moan escape that she began spanking me again. This time she didn’t stop with one; she beat me red, and every slap along with every stroke of my cock wound me up so tight. So tight that the moment she started fingering me, pre-come mixed with the lube on my penis. All the while, her finger kept massaging the inside of me, pressing down into my very own G spot. I started contorting as I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. She noticed it too and stopped right before I came, almost as if to taunt me.
She pulled her finger out and beat me some more. She graduated from using her palms to her fists. I was sure my ass was purple by now, even though I had no way of seeing it. And I didn’t want her to stop anytime soon. She paused.
“Are you ready for it?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“I can’t hear you,” she said as she grabbed my neck and squeezed.
“Yes, Madam,” I said even louder.
“Again, what?” She asked, squeezing my neck again.
“Yes, Madam Vicky.”
When I answered correctly, she used her feet to nudge my own further apart from each other so she could easily have her way with me. When she judged me ready, she turned on her wearable vibrator and penetrated me with the tip of her fake phallus.
“Does that feel ok?” she asked.
“It’s perfect. Just keep going slow,” I said.
She grabbed my hips, spread my ass open, and went further inside of me. Once she was all the inside of me, our flesh pressed into each other. The rhythm of her vibrator pulsed through me. Every time she got closer, I felt the vibrations course through me. I wanted more.
“Can you go harder?” I asked.
“I’m sorry,” she said, stopping, “but did you say something?”
“Can you go harder, Madam Vicky?”
This time she didn’t say anything before she punched me.
“Can you please fuck me harder, Madam Vicky?” After I spoke to her correctly, she rubbed my newly minted bruises as she thrust into me with more force. With her hard and slow thrusts, she was close to bringing me to orgasm again. I tried not to show it because I didn’t want her to stop again. But my knees had other plans as they trembled in weakness, and pleasure flooded me. Madam Vicky held me steady and slowly started to accelerate.
“Make me come, you degenerate slut,” she said, spanking me. When she did so, I pushed back into her and used the balcony rails to help power my hips into her. She kept going until finally, she grabbed my hips and plunged into me. I could feel Madam’s body shaking against mine as we both came. Slowly, she pulled out of me.
“You can remove the blindfold,” she said. I removed the blindfold and watched her take off the harness and dildo. We huddled, naked and next to each other, looking absently over the balcony. When we got our bearings, we noticed a couple was standing across the street, apparently staring at us.
“Exactly how long were those two women looking at us?” I asked.
“Long enough to know how filthy you are,” Madam Vicky said. “Let’s go inside and make some coffee.”
