Chapter 12: And the Banging Uglies (R 18 + NSFW)
Her steely stare broke away from his and she fell bonelessly on top of him. "I think I know how to pay you back." They craddled one another in a limp embrace before Janaka planted a tentative kiss on his lips, catching him off-guard and making his eyebrows climb up into his hairline. It didn't take long for him to reciprocate though, and her mouth parted, allowing a long tongue to slither sensually out to meet his own. Even as his tongue battled with hers though, he was with half a mind on the dangers and traps inherent to this situation.
Then any thoughts beyond what was currently happening went flying straight out of the window as Janaka pushed forward, practically pinning him to the creaking bed as she set about running her tongue over every nook and cranny of his mouth. She tasted sweet and flowery and held none of the quiet, almost civility he'd come to expect from the brothel owner, instead it felt like he was being ravished by a wild animal as her hands roamed across his chest. They parted for a breathless pause, spittle trailing between their lolling tongues, in which Janaka tore his shirt off over his head, and recapitulated their feverish tussle.
A part of masculine pride rebelled at the woman's dominating approach, but a greater, wholly content part of him, could only enjoy the sensation of Janaka working her way down his body. Her wet tongue traced a shimmering line over his chest and stomach, stopping short along the waistband of his shorts and his bulging groin and coming up again. Soft and suprisingly powerful hands dug past his underwear and settled around his dick.
Through the kisses he could feel her heart pounding. Her robes had been ruffled and pulled apart, the supple globes of her breasts pressed against his chest. She was clearly enjoying herself as one hand gripped his shaft almost possessively, the other roaming up his chest. He would argue that one part of his arousal stemmed from the fear of razor sharp nails teasing along his chest and abdomen. Something that Janaka seemed all too aware of as her eyes took on a somewhat sadistic glint as he squirmed under her ministrations.
The thumb of the hand on his cock paused at the head, her nails grazing past his sensitive glans even as her thumb slid over it. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine, which arched in response, forcing him to press even further up against her hot body, dipping his cock in the wetness between her legs.
She held him in place though, pinned between her and the silky sheets. Cole loved the aggressive histrionics and played along. A sound almost akin to a purr erupting from her chest as he bucked against his restraints, a sadistic grin on her features as she stared down at him. Seesawing hips worked drooling folds up and down the length of his dick. He had to wonder if that was her true self but Janaka's exploration of his own anatomy had him struggling to recall even basic math.
She settled back and let her hips climb up on his stomach, straddling thighs around his ribcage, while one hand resumed pumping his twitching member relentlessly, out of sight and hidden by the gorgeous nakedness of her body.
Faster and faster her fist went, up and down the lengths of his cock and shaking it free of his clothes, until his arousal climbed a dangerous peak. Soon he could resist no longer, surrendering to the pleasure that dammed the heat of his core.
His entire body trembled as Janaka expertly wrung his orgasm from him, his ejaculate staining both her pale ass and expensive sheets as it exploded from him.
Janaka watched him, amusement clear on her face as his burning muscles squeezed rope after rope of semen forth, coaxed by the viperish she-devil atop him. His mind fogged, sweat beading in droplets along his forehead as he leaned back and let it all go with a last, mighty capriole.
Eventually though, it was done and he was spent, a slack husk of a man. Janaka was content to let him enjoy the afterglow, throwing her legs back to survey her handiwork. If he didn't know better – and he didn't – he'd say the woman was preening at the fact that she'd managed to ruin him so completely. Which he couldn't refute. She'd done exactly that.
"How was that?" she asked after a minute had passed.
"Yeah," Cole drawled absentmindedly "That was real nice." he craned his neck to level a challenging gaze in the seductress' direction. "But now it's my turn."
He rolled out from under her and slapped her shapely ass. Now that he'd had his fun, his pride had been stoked and that former masculine ego was raring to give it a go. He'd been putty in her hands and refused to let that go uncontested.
"Sit and part those pretty legs for me." He was going to mess this milf up.
Janaka seemed both amused and surprised in equal parts but did as he instructed. She untied the barely holding knot and slipped out of her robes. Lazily she crawled the width of the bed, her ass shaking side to side and then lied over onto her back. Her legs came apart, in a manner that would have made seasoned sailors flush, and she looked down at him, over her smooth stomach and between over the groomed splendour of her pussy, with a bemused expression that said: 'Try me.'
The admission that he smelled a whiff of anxiety rankled him deeply, but that wasn't what he was here for. Cole dragged off his half-worn shorts, in the customary one-legged dance, and slipped out of his sticky underwear.
He closed in like a shark on those deliciously exposed lips, already dripping syrupy strands of arousal down her ass-cheeks, anus and finally sheets, and took a drag of the feminine scent roiling of her nectar and oozing hole. Cole gulped as he watched another glob of juice slide down between her legs, before going into close-quarters with her waiting womanhood.
He examined the lips of her entrance when his head abruptly shot forward, Janaka's legs clamped possessively around his shoulders and back. Her musky heat burned against his cheeks as his lips finally met her pillowy, naughtier pair. Her scent tickled his nose as he tasted her spilling juices, full of tang and saltiness, lapping over the entirety of her quivering vulva with a tremulous slurp.
Janaka shuddered against his tongue. "Oh... Gods..." she murmured and Cole idly wondered if this was her first time receiving cunnilingus.
Emboldened by the positive response his hands joined in on the fun, teasing along the inner flesh of her thighs, needling the nook where legs turned to nether regions and finally stroking her shaking labia. Eagerly he kissed and sucked and nibbled, until he felt Janaka scuttling her pussylips closer whenever he came up for air, then he parted her lips with ease, exposing unblemished pink flesh and another breath of her female scent. His tongue dragged over and into her folds like a living thing and her pleasure translated through trembling legs and a covetuous grip on his hair.
"Cole... Don't." She was loving it.
Pleased with the mess he was turning her into, Cole grinned as sticky fluids dripped down his chin all the while. He sucked, bit, kissed and licked up every droplet, even those that ran down her perineum and over her puckered asshole. His tongue dove inside her pussy, and he could feel her smooth walls tremble at his entrance.
Janaka whined and he felt himself driven deeper in, as she practically burried his face into her crotch, driven by little more than lust. He gripped a thigh for purchase and control, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, eliciting an adorable yelp from the madam.
Whenever he breathed it was full of her clinging smell and only for a moment, because Janaka's pussy tracked him as if possessed, always within sight and just the distance of a tongue away. Encouraged by her mewling he traced higher and higher along her flesh, until he came upon her bashfully hidden clitoris. His mouth cupped over the hooded nub, fingers searched out the promised g-spot, and he sucked, like a bedeviled vacuum.
The reaction was impressive.
Her thighs tightened like a vice around his head - hard enough that he feared for his well-being - as Janaka thrust futilely up at him, panting like a dog. Her climax was a delicious deluge of salty spray and Cole drew it out as long as possible, his tongue incessantly assaulting her clitoris, licking and battering away. Janaka twitched minutely and then reared up until she was on her tip-toes, howling piteous cry as she rode out her orgasm. Eventually though it ceased and with it the spasmodic trembles.
Cole wiped the spittle and grool from his face, smirking in triumph. But he, they, weren't done yet. They were evenly matched and now Cole set his sights on the match point. Fortunately, his dick felt like a piece of rebar beneath him, as cocked to despoil the panting woman's insides as himself was.
As his glans pressed apart Janaka's folds, he grunted, her lips like coals on his erect member. And when he guided his cock deeper, prying open her honeyed tunnels, engulfed by writhing and sloppy walls, it was her turn to moan. Janaka arched at his intrusion and her hands rivet the bed like a pin cushion.
Satin walls gripped and pulled at his erection, plunging him into her most intimate depths. Her lubricating juices spilled out around his shaft, as her clinging passage drew him into an abyss of pleasure. When he was finally devoured all the way up to the base, when her outermost petals kissed his pubis, she shuddered and dragged him into her bossom with a relaxed sigh. Which was fortunate, as he felt her tightness tear down the restraints he put on his climax.
They both used this lull in action to rollback on predatorial kisses. Janaka opened her mouth and presented him her slovenly wetness. Tongues coiled and lips pressed messily against one another in an effort to make the other 'lose' the conceived battle. Cole remembered Janaka's untended to breasts and began kneading her pink nipples between his fingers. Not to be one-upped, Janaka, in a stroke of genius, did the same to him and pinched and pulled at his sensitive skin.
That was enough time spent cuddling for Cole to feel safe in his movements again, even if Janaka's passage was draining away at his cock with the strength and vigor of a pneumatic pump; She was trying her damn hardest to knead the orgasm out of him.
Cole couldn't concede the contest that easily and thrust as if his life depended on it. He angled his dick in search of her most sensitive parts, be it along the lining of her dripping cervix or the rough texture of her g-spot. He assumed from her legs, hooked around his like iron vices, and the sharp hiss that heralded waving convulsions, that he did a good job. Unfortunately, the same move tickled him all the way from his testes to the crown of his head, while also suffocating him in one of Janaka's supplicating embraces.
"Fuck me more!" Janaka breathed, eyes glossy even though she kept circling her hips, grinding him ever deeper, far enough that he doubted her frothing slit ever had an end.
Fingers tenderly scratched at his head while Cole drank in the sweet smelling sweat of her bossom. Every bump and wrinkle of her piping hot and gooey insides transmitted themselves as spikes of pleasure into his brain, they rubbed and dragged along his glans and frenulum in fluid motions and tensed whenever he wound for another thrust. Cole realised that their bout was coming to a close, even through reciprocating foreplay he never had a chance against a true professional. In a final, desperate gambit his hands dug into Janaka's pliable breasts, his lips closed around her puffy nipples and he pistoned his cock into her like a diesel engine. His thighs slapped audibly against her bubbly ass and through the roiling convulsions of her silken flesh he felt the end closing in on him.
Janaka howled along his desperate thrusts, she whined when he drummed a rapid beat on her clitoris, she leaked when he gorged on her heaving tits, but she was tenacious, too tenacious.
He could hold no longer, and he felt his own orgasm - barred for the past thirty minutes the way an animal would - fire off like a cannon. He doubted, even if he had intended to pull out, that he could, such was the older woman's grip on him. Instead he could merely stand in trance, hands supporting himself on her loft hips, which dragged him so high into the air his feet left the ground entirely. His cum washed over her insides in a tidal wave of milky white seed, filling her greedy womb and bubbling out through the air-lock that was her pussy entrance when it couldn't hold no more. The pair of them locked in place, paralyzed in pleasured, mutual destruction.
It was a heady, primal moment.
One that ended all too soon.
Janaka went slack and Cole took a short tumble from the bedside. With his ass on the floor he had prime viewing spots of what was an infirm and slavering mess of a pussy. Ropes of his cum and her squirt and viscuous juices collected as a large, musky puddle on the bed. In the end it had been more of a draw than a loss, Cole told himself.
They listened to one another pant for air, Janaka on her back and Cole on his butt, before both broke out into uproariously laughter. Cole howled into his fist while Janaka wiped happy tears from her face.
"Fuuuuck, that was good." Janaka moaned and rolled away from the pooling liquids that kept dribbling out of her cunt.
Cole nodded along, entirely too tired for anything more than that and filled himself a cup of the aromatic sake. The smell coupled entirely too well with the room's odour. He eyed the clear liquid and smiled wolfishly.
Downing his drink he pounced a wide-eyed Janaka, who, for her part, yelped with a coquettish mewl.
The battle had been lost, but the war was far from over.
(How did you guys like the first NSFW chapter? Tell me down in the comments. A compilation of all three chapters will be posted soon, it should be read as such and you guys probably noticed the abrupt ends, but I didn't want anybody to feel the need to read an 8k+ words chapter. Cheers.)
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