The Beautiful Kind

We hadn’t had proper sex in days, just fleeting cuddling, so as soon as we had a lazy Sunday afternoon, we grabbed it. It turned into an especially hardcore session that lasted three hours.

At one point he ordered me to suck his cock 50 more strokes and then he would let me have an orgasm. The first thing that popped in my mind was the recipe on the back of brownie mixes: (Combine ingredients in large bowl; stir 50 strokes with spoon…)

The whole time I was working his cock with my mouth, he was up there kissing Belle gently.

…47, 48, 49, 50…

I popped up for air and gasped, “Done.”

He looked down at me, eyes narrow. “That was only 48.”

“No it wasn’t!” I protested.

He spanked me.

I have to tell you, I don’t usually get wet. By that I mean lube is my best friend. Yes I’m the horniest bitch on the block, but my cunt doesn’t get soggy. I read erotica with the woman “dripping juices down her leg,” and I think, “Must be nice!”

But during this spank session, I could feel my cunt getting wet. It felt like the spanking was helping my garden grow.

At one point, I grabbed his bathrobe and stuck it under my ass. “I’m going to gush,” I explained.

“Fine, but if you use my robe, it’s going to cost you 10 licks when you’re done,” he announced.

Worked for me.

I worked my g-spot, and thought I was turned on enough to let loose, but I held back, and it took me a bit. Finally I let loose some liquid.

Uh oh.

“Um, I peed on your robe.”

“You pissed on my robe?!” he exclaimed. “That’s it, 20 licks for you, and I want you to count right this time.”

ARRRGGGHH. Through gritted teeth I counted as he whaled into me. “17…OUCH…18 GODAMMIT! … 19 GASP STOP IT…. 20!” I hated every moment of it, but that’s a lie. I fucking LOVED IT. That motherfucker! Plus I got to pee on his robe. HA HA!

Come back later today to check out his handiwork.