lips.
“Oh!” I squealed.
He slapped my lips again.
“Uh!” I produced a shriek that was so high-pitched, it probably woke up every dog in the neighborhood. Whatever he was doing hurt, but it made my whole body shudder with excitement. I wanted more. “Please, sir, tell me what you’re doing?”
Another slap. “You learn quickly.” He laughed and gave me another slap that made my entire body jolt. “I’m spanking your pussy, Brooke. I’m using the end of my belt flat against your pussy to spank it.”
“Oh!” I screamed as I felt another smack. The words ‘spank’ and ‘pussy’ sounded like they belonged together when Christopher said them. And I knew for sure now that I loved to have my pussy spanked. I closed my eyes and, amidst squeals and pants for breath, enjoyed the way he spanked my pussy. Thinking the phrase ‘pussy spanking’ repeatedly in my mind as he did it turned me on even more. I could feel my juices flowing out like a river down my thighs to the comforter on top of his bed.
The belt landed against my swollen lips a few more times until I just couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed, “You have to fuck me now!”
“No.”
“Please, sir? Please fuck me, sir? Please fuck me now , sir?”
He sighed, loudly. “I’m the one in charge here.”
Christopher left me there and walked to the other side of the room. I heard him opening a drawer. When he returned, he threw something down on the bed, then grabbed a large handful of my hair and guided me to a standing position.
Even the hair pulling doesn’t hurt anymore. What the hell’s wrong with me?
He sat down on the bed. “Stand there. Spread your legs.”
“Yes, sir.” I stood in front of him and inched my feet a little further apart.
He looked up into my eyes and stuck his hand out between my legs, slowly gliding it across my pussy.
I threw my head back, moaning.
He fondled my lips for a little while longer, then he put a few fingers inside me, penetrating me hard, like he was fucking me.
Again, I moaned. It felt like I’d waited desperately for this for years. I moved my hips against his hand, working his fingers in deeper. Those fingers felt so damn good inside me, especially when his wrist brushed against my clit.
And then, as abruptly as he started, he stopped.
“What?” I opened my eyes and looked down at him.
“On your knees,” he said, his tone and his eyes full of demand.
I sucked in a deep breath, feeling shy for some reason. “Yes, sir.” I knelt down between his legs, looking up in his light eyes, feeling the soft carpet against my knees.
He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his fingers inside my mouth. “Lick my fingers clean.”
I stared in his eyes and licked his fingers furiously, anxious to get this over with. Although my pussy may have tasted really good, it was a taste to which I was unaccustomed. I thought back to Joshua and how much he loved to taste me. Then I licked faster, trying to push that thought out of my mind. Why am I thinking about him so much tonight?
Christopher made me go on for a little while longer, twisting his fingers around inside my mouth. Then he took them out and reached down to his pants, unzipping them to pull out his cock. He gave me a half-smile and put his hand behind my head.
This time I received no verbal command. Instead, I received his cock in my mouth when he yanked me forward. I started out licking along his shaft as he jerked my head up and down. I tried to swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock but he kept pushing me back down, repeatedly, until he struck the back of my throat, making me gag.
He pulled my head away, waited until I stopped coughing, and pushed me down onto his cock again, bobbing my head up and down as he pleased.
I licked and licked but I heard no response. So, I sealed my lips around him and started to suck, lightly.
“Oh yeah.” Christopher moaned.
I sucked harder, holding out my tongue to run it up and down his shaft as