The young blond smiled to herself at his neatness. After all, he knew he had the fuck coming to him. Why should he risk the expense of having his clothes pressed because of impatience. Balsam knew she wasn't going anywhere except to bed with him. If she had had any hesitation she'd have been out of the suite long before now.
Mitzi slipped her jacket off and hung it over a chair. She tried to be just as careful and deliberate as Rodney Balsam as she removed her blouse and skirt and spread them on the chair. He was undressed and watching her in admiration as she took off her half-slip, then her bra and pantyhose. She looked up and wrinkled her nose affectionately as she finally pulled down her panties. She stretched her naked body for him and walked toward the bed.
Strange, she suddenly realized. Balsam's cock was still limp. She'd never had this sort of experience before. Shit! Usually a man's cock was raging long before she ever got undressed. Rodney's though, was still hanging limp even as she was about to lie on the bed, he smiled at her, not at all embarrassed by his state. He motioned her to wait a minute before getting into the bed. He stepped to her and handed her his belt.
"I hope you know what to do with this," he told her. "I have to have it in order to get a hard-on. It's from something in my childhood, I imagine. I suppose my mother told me how dirty and awful sex was so often that it got so I had to be punished for fucking before I ever got some pussy."
Mitzi stared at him as she held the belt limply. She had heard about strange sexual stimulation like this. This was her first experience with it, though, and she was a little confused.
"How hard?" she asked. She suddenly began to laugh. Rodney looked at her in confusion. Mitzi leaned over impulsively and kissed him on the forehead. "I mean how hard do you want me to strike you. I know how hard I want your pecker."
Balsam realized her amusement and joined in with her laughter. He reached over and patted her affectionately. No girl had ever treated him this way before. Most of the time they agreed to his strange request with distaste written all over them. This luscious little blond, though, accepted his needs. Her joke with herself about it was proof of that. She was a real pro. Balsam was more sure than ever he had made the right choice in awarding his contract to Mitzi.
"Not hard enough to bruise me," he cautioned her, then laughed again. "Just hard enough for me to feel it. Sort of raise it and let it drop across my ass."
Mitzi nodded and watched him bend over the bed. She raised the belt and let her arm fall with it. She was sure she winced more than Rodney. She saw a soft red streak across his rump where the leather had fallen. She had marked him. She had struck him too hard. She gasped in fright, then saw him smile as he looked around at her.
"That's perfect," he told her. "All right, now, get on with it."
She raised her hand and let it fall again. She followed that with another lash of the belt. She saw his ass turn red in streak after streak. She concentrated on where she let the leather fall, trying to see if she could redden the entire ass equally. She felt a strange sense of power, of sensual satisfaction with each blow. She was actually enjoying the whipping. She raised her arm and dropped it again. She listened to the soft crack as the belt struck the firm flesh of his ass.
Mitzi realized that she was panting. She wasn't panting from the exertion, but from the excitement. Strangely, her cunt was tingling from the thrill of each blow. Her tits were pulsing, the nipples hardening just as though they were being massaged by rough and demanding male hands. She felt the electric sparks run through her thighs and up into her cunt. Damn! She was actually beginning to lubricate from the whipping. Her breath was getting shorter and shorter with each stroke.
She looked back down at Rodney's ass. It was glowing, red all over except for two slender lines of white. The blond concentrated on trying to let the belt drop over toes white ribbons. It took a number of strokes before she finally succeeded. In the meantime her own passionate response had become more intense. Her clit was vibrating sympathetically with the shuddering of Balsam as he twisted ecstatically beneath her strokes.
Mitzi watched the play of muscles over Rodney's back and thighs as his body shook with excitement. He gasped passionately, then turned over on the spread. She checked her raised arm and let the belt fall harmlessly to her side. No way would she let it drop on the magnificent cock that reared from the black hair of his groin. Damn! The man was hung like a horse! He hadn't appeared that immense when the cock dangled limply. It sure as hell was a wonderful piece of meat now, though. She looked at it with sparkling eyes, her mouth watering in anticipation.
Rodney reached up and grabbed her. He pulled her roughly onto the bed, his hands running sensuously over her body. He laid her face down on the bed and took the belt from her. Mitzi lay panting in expectation of feeling the hot cock, never dreaming what was about to happen. She didn't realize the turnabout game that he intended until the first sensation of the belt coming across her own ass.
"Hey!" she gasped. "You didn't tell me you wanted this, too."
The blond felt terror mingle with her sexual arousal. She struggled to get up, but he pushed her shoulders roughly back onto the bed. The leather came down again, not hard, just enough for her to feel a warming sensation across her ass. She lay there, hoping that he only wanted to apply two or three token lashes. He kept the strokes up, however, turning her ass into a pulsing mass of quivering passion.
Mitzi gasped at the fact that his strapping of her was exciting her as much as she had been aroused by whipping him. Her cunt was trembling and throbbing as he continued the soft, warming strokes. Her tits were swelling against the spread. Her mouth hung open. She wanted him. She had been planning to fuck him as past of the business deal. Now, damn it, she wanted to be fucked by Rodney. She panted for him to finish this and get that magnificent prick up her cunt.
"Hurry!" she pleaded. "Hurry and fuck me! Ohhhhh, my God, Rodney! You've got me so horny I can't stand it!"
"You like it, too!" he muttered huskily. "I knew you would. I knew you were my kind of girl. Damn! I've never done this before. I never met a girl I trusted enough to do this. I could get them to whip me, but I knew they'd never let me whip them. Not until you!"
He came down over her. His hands grabbed her body. He turned her over and began kissing her tits. The blond reached for his cock, caught it and realized that it had grown even more powerful as a result of her submission to his game. She pumped him happily. She wouldn't want that sort of treatment as a normal part of fucking, but if it gave Balsam this stiff a cock, then she could take it once in a while. Mitzi sighed deeply as he sucked at her tits and ran his finger into her cunt.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned. "Ooooooo, I want you! Damn, but I want you! I want that cock in me, all the way up in me! Oooooo, Rodney, don't keep me waiting too long!"
She fingered along the big, curved cock while he sucked her tits into throbbing life. His tongue flicked back and forth over her hard nipple until she was ready to scream. His finger pumped her pussy until she was wild with desire for him. Finally he brought his face to her lips and kissed her deeply and sensuously. His tongue made no attempt at teasing her. It ran into her mouth as though he owned her. He tongued her mouth possessively as she lay trembling beneath him.
"Now!" he gasped. "Now I want some of that little pussy you've been promising me all night. I never expected to find this sort of cunt pie tonight. Damn! Thought I'd have to phone out for a call girl to get my jollies. Never dreamed that you would be something this special!"