Part 1 - Spanking
Part 2 - a hot morning
We spent a lazy afternoon and I couldn’t help staring at him every chance I got. It was a dream; one I knew would come to an end tomorrow.
I shook my head of those thoughts, as he walked out of the deli with sandwiches and whatever else he decided to purchase for lunch. He’d asked for a quiet place for just the two of us for lunch. I was giddy at the prospect of outside play. He knew I was somewhat of an exhibitionist. I wanted to have that fear of being caught. It drove my arousal through the roof.
I sat through lunch stealing curious glances.
His hand trailed up my legs and I whimpered. “Later, beautiful,” he said staring off.
“Trust me,” he said through a laugh. “Just enjoy the afternoon.”
His voice was mellow and endearing. I loved his accent. It warmed something inside me. I leaned into him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
He inhaled me and took my hair in his hand, gently tugging back so he could gain better access of my mouth. His lips softly caressed mine and my body turned parallel, my face pointing up to his. The intensity of heat curled up inside my belly and I moaned inside the kiss.
“Oh, sir,” I whined, as he pulled away.
He gazed into my eyes and I gingerly reached up to him. There was something there, uncertainty perhaps. “I’m sorry. Later.” He smiled, which took that look away.
I tried to place it, understand it, but I knew it was futile.
We returned to the room and he had been on the phone on the ride back, speaking in riddles. The sun had already started its climb downwards.
“Get changed little one.”
I giggled in glee. I went to the bathroom to freshen up. Was it time already to get my surprise? My heart was rapidly firing in my chest.
I returned to the room and he was sitting in the chair, lounged and relaxed. He had something dangling in his hand, but the room was dark. He’d drawn all the curtains.
“On the bed,” his voice was low and deep.
I crawled up on the bed, facing away from him and my pulse raced along. I stayed there on my hands and knees. My most vulnerable parts were sensitive to the chill in the air. As I stayed there, time ticked by slowly. My nipples puckered to the constant flow of cold air and I swayed my ass lightly, wondering if he could see me.
A swift swat registered in my ears, before the burning sensation roared across my flesh.
“Oh,” I gasped and dipped my head down.
“Be still, naughty.”
The warmth radiated off my ass like spirals of heat waves from the asphalt. His hand had swatted me hard and I craved more.
“Please, sir,” I whimpered.
“Please, what?” he asked.
“Spank me more, sir.” I wanted to tell him not so hard, I wanted to. But the other part of me wanted it. I wanted to remember it tomorrow long after he was gone.
“Patience, little one.”
I growled. He knew I had none and my fingers fisted the comforter. I hadn’t realized my palms were so sweaty from anticipation.
A knock at the door alarmed me.
“Don’t be afraid,” his words were calming. “My surprise,” he said. His hand caressed my burnt cheek and across my back.
Leaving me there exposed, naked and nervous.
“Yes, sir,” I said quietly. I did trust him, but who was he inviting?
I heard them give their civilities and it was another man. I was surprised and somewhat elated. Sir was giving me one of my fantasies on our first meeting. He didn’t want me all to himself. But the truth of that set in. We weren’t a couple. I’d spoke with him for almost a year before he came over to meet me, yet we promised no ties.
I stayed perfectly still, almost afraid to breath, as they walked nearer to the bed.
“Remember what I said about her. And her limits, I don’t give two shits about stopping this at any time.”
I grinned to myself and my mouth opened. Security wrapped over me like a blanket hearing Sir being so forceful and protective of me. I no longer harbored my vulnerabilities. I acknowledged the true weight of what he was giving me and the drum beats of my pulse in my head were pure, as was the trust I felt for him.
“As you get ready I am going to start her with a spanking,” Sir said, and I heard his pants slide off. The sound of his belt buckle –every sound was loud in my ears.
I heaved a breath.
“Jennifer,” his mouth was at my ear and it sent a spiraling sensation of shivers down my spine. “You ready for your surprise?”
“Yes, sir, thank you,” I whispered.
“Come,” he tapped on the front of my thigh from underneath, as he sat on the edge of the bed.
I willingly took my position between his legs. I dared not look at the other man, as my shyness sent wave after wave of crimson to my cheeks. I leaned across sir’s lap and I let the tense breaths escape me in slow rhythmic pulses. I focused on the hand circling my buttocks, one and then the next.
It was as if he was readying himself as well. His taps began slow and steady as he built a rhythm all his own.
The searing sensation began to expand, creeping between my thighs. A burning need grew as I panted, but he was unrelenting. His hand was alternating from cheek to cheek. It was as flurry of motions and I rocked my head as it was almost too much for me.
“Move your legs apart,” a gravelly voice rang somewhere in my consciousness.
Was that Sir? I did as instructed and a hand slipped between. I moaned, as a simultaneous groan was heard.
“Does she enjoy a belting?” The other man asked and he snapped his belt. The crack caused my body to tense.
Sir dug his finger inside my tight core and I wriggled on his lap. “Mmm,” I moaned.
“Why? What are you thinking?” Sir asked. “She doesn’t need punishment.” He removed his finger and forced it into my mouth. I took it hungrily. Although, what I really wanted was him inside me, to taste him and have him in my mouth. To please him.
“We could both,” the man’s voice lifted in question.
There was an uneasy silence and Sir patted the bed. I climbed up back to my original pose. A soft material was placed over my eyes, a blindfold. That must have been what was dangling from his hand earlier.
There still was no answer to the question that seemed to be hanging in the air. I didn’t know if I wanted that or not. I trusted Sir to make that decision for me. I sunk into the bed, releasing my fears, my wants, my desires—focusing on the room. On the two men in the room. Their scents were mingled. A warm musk from the mystery man intertwined with a ginger-like flavor that enticed me every time Sir was near.
My hands were taken out from under me and wrapped behind my back. My face gently thudded to the mattress and the blankets flew up gently surrounding me. I blew a force of air out as it blocked my face. But then a big hand gripped my chin and forced me up.
“Open,” he demanded.
I did and soft flesh touched my lips, grazed past my teeth and into my mouth. The intrusion was expected, yet somehow it still took me off guard. Sir was never rough like that with me. I tried not to smile to show my excitement and used my tongue and lips as best I could at this awkward angle.
“Don’t bite, little one, as I add some more stripes to your ass,” Sir said somewhere in the room.
My mind was focused on the task of this other man’s pleasure. The sound of the leather rippling through the air was something I knew and when it made contact I gasped, but the other man intruded further into my mouth.
“Mmm,” I groaned with my mouth full.
“I think she likes it,” the other man said.
So Sir continued my lashings and I continued to enjoy pleasing this other man. My body was surging with desire as sweet juices made a trail down my inner thigh, just one leg at first, but then soon it was consuming my inner thighs. I could smell myself and I moaned.
“I think it’s time,” Sir’s voice was low and gravelly.
I didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were dark, lusted and full of need. With the blindfold I could sense things with greater intensity and it astounded me.
The other man pulled me off of him and I exhaled. He dropped me like a rag doll.
Sir’s hot breath was on my ear. “I am going to take your ass tonight, beautiful. Ready?”
“Yes, sir,” I said excitedly. Perhaps too excitedly, as a hand slapped my ass and I howled.
The hot raised bumps I new were already formed and they throbbed painfully. The pain urged me on though, I wanted more. My mind was cluttered again, scattered and my breath began to escalate. Where had they gone?
“I’m right here, little one,” Sir's voice reassured me.
“Sir, no lube please,” I said in a very quiet voice.
“Yes, I remember,” he said. “Besides you are wetter than the ocean back here.”
His fingers tickled up my thighs just shy of where I needed them. I’d almost forgotten about the other man. I moaned, as he massaged my perineum gently and I panicked realizing he was staring straight at my ass. Oh god! He didn’t prepare me. What if I’m not perfectly clean…what if?
My mind hazed and lost grip of all those thoughts, as his tongue circled my tiny star. It winked reflexively and I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my lips. I dug my nails hard into the bed, as he spread my cheeks for display.
“I love this nice shaven pussy,” his tongue slid from the front and pulled back. “Damn, you are so sweet.”
“Thank you, sir,” I heaved, as the air wouldn’t stay put in my chest. More liquid trailed down my thighs like water.
He chuckled. “You are enjoying this, little one,” he said, as his two fingers slipped inside my pussy and his thumb pushed hard against my ring.
“Oh! Yesss,” I hissed, as he broke through the barrier. “Please, sir, please!” I begged. Oh he was teasing me with his fingers and my clit was in dire need. I’d been on fire all day and I was getting close with just fingers. I didn’t want fingers. I wanted him.
“Patience, whore,” a voice rang through my ears and broke my concentration on what Sir was doing, on the moment.
“I told you nothing like that was allowed,” Sir growled, as he ripped his hand away.
I recoiled into a ball, as memories of past pain came to me.
“Jennifer, stop. You are safe.” Sir’s voice was commanding, yet a shade of concern was laced in. “Come here,” he demanded.
“I’m sorry,” the voice said. “I was caught up in the moment.”
He was asking if I wanted to continue, with this man. I didn’t want to let Sir down. He hadn’t laid his hands on me. Sir was right, I was safe. He was here and I trusted him. I nodded.
“Let’s begin,” Sir’s words were clear and concise, yet part of me wished I could see his face.
The bed shifted beside me and a warm body lay there. The belt was released from my hands and I rubbed the pinches and tingles from them. A hand coaxed my face in its direction, while sir’s hands on my hips guided me over his body. I straddled this man I couldn’t see. He traced my face and his fingers played with my hair.
Sir plunged his dick into my pussy from behind and I let out a frustrated gasp. His breath sounded shallow and ragged.
I hadn’t expected it. It wasn’t slow and sensual, but it awakened every nerve inside me. He knew I enjoyed rough sex and with two, perhaps, that would be a hard task.
Then I felt him at my other opening, his finger prodding before his dick and I moaned in anticipation. It had been a long time since I’d had anal sex and yet, it was one of my favorites. Sir took it slow and his hand rested on top of my lower back as he pressed further within me.
“Oh fuck! Sir, oh fuck!” I screamed and buried my face into this other man’s chest. He rubbed my back and his chest hair tickled my check.
“My turn,” the other man said.
As he slipped inside my overly wet cunt, my eyes seemed to roll back in my head as the pleasure and slight burn of tightness mixed. No words could escape my mouth that was open and panting.
“You tell me if it’s too much, beautiful,” Sir said in a strained voice.
“Fuck me, sir. Take me,” I cried. It was an amazing feeling as they began to move. “Oh, please, ooohhh,” I groaned loudly and all modesty all shyness had disappeared.
Clawing and scratching I pleaded and pleaded. Although, I didn’t know what I was pleading for—perhaps for it to never end. My back arched and Sir’s teeth were sinking into my ear.
“Come for me, beautiful,” he said harshly through his teeth.
The blinding white light of pleasure seared behind my eyelids and a sharp pain pulsed through my anus as I tightened hard around Sir. My orgasm squeezed through every wall of me, coursing through every vein. The blood so furious I thought the vessels might explode.
Sir, pressed me down toward the other man and my teeth sunk into his shoulder.
“Fuck! She bit me!” he growled. He yanked my head back by my hair and spoke severely into my face. “You are going to be punished for that.” Releasing my hair he found my hips and forcing himself further into my core.
I screamed as it was if I was being torn in two.
Both men erupted into a tormenting howls and grunts on their own accord.
Sir’s arm snaked around my belly and he whispered “Good girl,” breathlessly into my ear.
The other man’s mouth was still spilling explicative’s, as he pumped his last ounce of seed into the condom within me.
I was sticky with sweat and in serious physical pain-yet sated. Sir was right I needed to wait until tonight. I was amazing, except this guy…I guess I couldn’t have two amazing men. That would be asking the world too much.
I barely remember the two men fighting, as I drifted in and out of consciousness. Sir’s argument was that I was probably the best lay he would ever have and I closed my eyes with a huge grin plastered on my lips.