Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Heroine Telling Dirty Story
Maris became more excited and animated as she explained how the material felt against her skin and how the corset wrapped around her body. “Keep talking,” Lucan said as he rose and removed his pj pants. Her excited arm motions caused Maris’s breasts to gently sway and bounce. Lucan felt a familiar tingle in his manhood, which was starting to rise. He removed his cock from his shorts, leaned his head back, and started to stroke his cock as Maris described in vivid detail what was going through her mind and how she felt.

Lucan noticed a few minutes later that Maris had stopped talking. He opened his eyes and Maris was playing with herself as she watched Lucan stroke his cock.

“You stopped and I was beginning to really enjoy your commentary. Now I see why. You also are enjoying the story. Nevertheless, you forget the rules. I cannot let that transgression go unpunished. Please stand,” Lucan explained. He again bent his wife over the coffee table and swatted her bare ass several times.

Gasps and squeals escaped from Maris each time Lucan spanked her. However, this time he rubbed the red skin between spanks and even placed a small kiss on her redden bottom after he was done.

He helped Maris back on the daybed, leaving her on her back. He took the ropes from the backpack and tied her arms above her head and to an arm of the daybed, ensuring there would be no additional transgressions.

“Comfortable?” he inquired.

“It’s not unpleasant if that is what you are asking,” she informed him.

“That’s good. Yesterday was something else. I must commend you on your creativity and that corset … WOW! Now I am interested in a little fiction. Please tell me a dirty story, a really raunchy one,” Lucan asked.

“Really?” Maris exclaimed. “You want a story from me? You’re the clever one.”

“Yes, a story you smart little girl! Remind me to spank you later. Besides, anyone who can come up with those activities can surely make up a nice dirty little story,” Lucan answered.

“OK here goes – What if you do not like it?” Maris asked.

“I keep you tied there until I do,” Lucan answered

“I awakened to the sounds of the shower after a very serious romp in the sack the night before. Laying there in the warm bed I would normally be quite content to go back to sleep. However, after last night’s action, lying in bed alone was the last thing on my mind,” Maris started.

“I throw back the covers and quietly sneak into the bathroom, first stopping to relieve myself. When you hear the flush of the commode, you say, “You’re up early”. I open the shower curtain, drop my nightie to the floor, and respond, ‘I was hoping to say the same to you’, as I enter the shower.”

“Your arms envelop me, keeping me warm. A small pool of water fills the space between my breasts. We stand in the warm spray letting the balmy air caress our skin, content for the moment to let the shower do its magic.”

“After what seemed to be an hour, you lifted my chin and kissed me. You kiss my lips, neck, and face, tenderly exploring and loving my skin with your lips. You rub and massage my back and bottom with your strong hands. The air is really getting hot and the source was not the hot-water.”

Sitting in the rocker, Lucan started to stroke his cock once again.

“You’re cruel,” Maris growled.

“I know,” Lucan smirked, “Please continue with your story and don’t mind me.”

Maris continued …

“Without warning you twirl me around and switch positions, placing me under the shower spray. I feel affectionate streams of water stroke my scalp. I reach for the bottle of ‘special’ shampoo, the one that smells so sweet. I suggestively squirt some into the palm of your hand and giggle. You start to slowly lather my hair. I almost melt as your hands massages the shampoo through my hair and onto my scalp.”

“My senses were confused. On the one hand were your hands, relaxing me, loosening my grip on my purpose. Then … Pause …”

“Then what? You seem to have stopped,” Lucan alleged.

“Sorry you are distracting me,” Maris rejoined.

“Really? Oh well. You were telling me about sensory confusion,” Lucan answered back.

“Oh yes that was what I was speaking about … sensory stimulation,” Maris said.

“I feel your hands massaging my scalp and then there was the rest of my body, in close contact with your naked and wet body, exciting me, causing me to want more of you. I am in quite the sensual pickle!”

“My revelry is interrupted when you rinse the shampoo from my hair. I quickly bend my neck, placing the top of my head squarely in the center of your chest, leaving a frothy oval.”

“You wicked imp’, you say to me. I just beam at you and giggle as I tilt my head back. The spray is making small rivers through my hair, tickling my scalp. Leaning back into the spray, I grab your bottom for balance, forcing our hips together, heating up the shower just that much more.”

“I am happy for the moment with the warm spray on my head, your fingers running through my hair and our hips forced together. However, you have other plans. You again … Pause…

“You stopped again,” Lucan told Maris. “It is such a good story so far. Please continue.”

“You pick me up and twirl me around so you are in the shower spray. You reach for the liquid soap and I suggestively squirt a dab into the palm of your hand. You rub your hands together and create a rich, thick lather. You start at my neck and lather me up. You gently rub your soapy hands over my neck, shoulders, back, and bottom. Your hands are divine. You work from my neck to my bottom, making sure all areas of me are soapy and clean.”