Kevin opened the passenger door and I sat down in the seat. I waited while he walked around the car and got behind the wheel. He slammed his door, but he didn’t start the car.
I looked over to find him staring down at me. His eyes gleamed in that way I knew so well. “What?” I asked.
His eyes dipped to my mouth. “You look so hot in that dress.”
I gulped. That intense stare electrified me in a flash. He always did.
“You know how to turn me on, don’t you?” he murmured. “I’m gonna take you home and fuck you in that dress.”
Before I could react, he moved in and kissed me. His mouth closed over mine and I teetered in the delirious madness of arousal.
His tongue’s wicked lashes commanded all my attention to keep up with them. His hand slipped between my knees and clamped on my bare thigh.
Heat rushed to my pussy and I moaned. My thighs parted, but my tight skirt stopped me from spreading them very far.
He burrowed higher and rubbed his fingers into my panties. My juices saturated them and my smell filled the car.
I tried to lean back, but the seat wouldn’t let me. Kevin kissed me harder and pinned my head in place. His kisses became more insistent and passionate. He nipped my lips and sucked my tongue into his mouth until I moaned louder.
He ripped off my lips and his eyes burned into my soul from inches away. “Does it turn you on to strut that dress in front of me? Huh? Do you like getting me hard in front of the whole world?”
He stabbed his fingers past my panties and into my pussy. I yelped instead of answering.
He worked his fingers deeper into my swollen cunt and I felt myself getting ready to cum right here in the car. I ached for it.
“That’s right, baby,” he purred. “You know you like it.”
“Please!” I whimpered. “I need you so bad!”
“Say it again. Beg me again.”
“Please fuck me!”
He stole one more kiss and leaned back. His eyes sparked even more fiercely and his nostrils flared. He pursed his lips and his eyes darted downward toward my chest. “Bend over and get on your knees.”
I gasped out loud. “What? I didn’t do anything!”
“I want your ass. Let me see you bend over like a good girl.”
I swallowed hard. I knew what he meant. Could I handle that right now? We just finished shopping.
He usually liked to keep things causal at least until we got home. I didn’t think he’d spring this on me right here in the parking lot.
I took a deep breath and pushed myself off the seat. I swiveled over onto my knees and pointed my ass toward him.
I had to perch on the seat in an uncomfortable position—not that there was any comfortable position for what was about to happen.
I pulled up my skirt. “Oh, yeah, baby!” he breathed. “That’s right. You know what I like.”
He stroked up my thighs from behind this time and rubbed his fingers into my clit through my damp panties. My eyes drifted half-closed and I moaned. I rocked against his hand trying to make myself cum.
“Not yet, baby,” he told me. “You’re so sweet and hot, aren’t you?”
“Please!”
He hooked his thumbs into my panties and pulled them down, but only as far as my thighs. He left my bare ass sticking up where he could see it.
He circled his warm palm over both cheeks. I braced myself for the first smack, but instead, he plunged his face between my ass cheeks and ran his tongue up my engorged slit. He teased me to another ragged moan and tasted the fragrant honey dripping from my pussy lips.
I pushed back against his face, but just when I thought I could get him to lick me to a tantalizing orgasm, he slapped his palm down hard across my ass. I screamed and tried to leap away, but I couldn’t go anywhere in this cramped car.
He sat back and delivered another three vicious smacks to my ass. I howled and jumped at every strike, but before the pain got too bad, he plunged his fingers back inside my panties and into my pussy.
I swooned again. He worked his hand in and out until my juices flowed down my thighs. I moaned and backed into it when he spanked me again. I screamed, but those fingers kept me on the brink of rapture.
I ached for more, but I couldn’t decide if I wanted more spanks or more teasing. The pain and surprise of being struck mingled with the exhilaration of sexual delight. Every slap felt like I might explode into orgasm at any second.
“Mmmm!” He pulled his fingers out and sucked the honey off them. “That’s right. You need a good spanking, don’t you? Tell me how much you want it.”
“I need you so bad!”
My hand automatically migrated to my pussy, but he pushed it away. “That’s mine. You don’t touch that without my permission.”
He dove in again, and this time, he didn’t give me a subtle lick and then pull off. He took a big bite of my pussy and sucked my clit until I screamed in climax. I rocked against his face screaming for the wide world to hear.
He munched my pussy in greedy mouthfuls and gulped down my gushing juices. He sighed in satisfaction when I came in his mouth before he straightened up.
He didn’t give me a chance to recover. He brought his hand down much harder on my ass. I jerked forward from the blow, but he held me in position and smacked again on the same side.
Before I could think, he brought his arm across his chest and slapped my other cheek just as hard. He swung his hand back and forth from right to left delivering one blistering smack after another.
I screamed even louder. Now that he stopped stimulating me with pleasure, I came face to face with the pain.
“Do you feel that, baby?” he yelled over my screams.
“Yes!”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes!” I shrieked.
“Do you feel how much I own this beautiful ass of yours?”
“Yes!”
He struck even harder. “What do you say?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Who owns this ass?”
“You do, Sir!”
“Say it, baby! Let me hear you say it like you mean it.”
“You own my ass, Sir!” He smacked again. “You own my ass….Sir!”
“That’s right! I own this ass.” He dropped his arm and slapped just as hard lower down near the crease of my thigh. “Do you feel this?”
“Yes!”
“Do you feel how I’m gonna fuck you, baby? Do you feel me pounding that ass of yours?”
“Yes!”
“Beg for it!”
“Fuck me, please, Sir! I need you to fuck me!”
“Like this?” He slapped six times in rapid succession. He hit against the lower part of my ass so the impact translated into my tailbone. It felt exactly like him standing behind me, gripping my hips, and driving into my ass from behind.
“Yes, please, Sir! Please fuck me like that!”
“Like this?” He went back to smacking back and forth on both sides.
“Yes! Like that….please!”
“Beg me to spank your tight, hot ass, baby!”
“Please….please spank me! Please spank my ass.”
“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me like you cum when I fuck you.”
His order triggered my reactions and I exploded into another catastrophic orgasm. I screamed as the blows bumped my ass.
He knocked me forward in an unmistakable fucking motion. Him owning my ass and doing what he wanted with it turned me on so much!
He stopped spanking and rubbed his palm against my cheeks again. “That is so beautiful, baby! You have no idea how beautiful it looks to see my handprints on your ass.”
I moaned and whimpered. I needed so much more. He dove in, bit my ass cheek right on top of the slap marks, and I yelped in pain.
“Mmmmm! You look good enough to fuck right now, baby.”
He stirred his fingers into my pussy again and I almost passed out from the blistering desire flooding me.
“Who smacks you ass?” he demanded.
“You, Sir,” I whined.
“Whose ass is this to smack?”
“Yours, Sir.”
“Who fucks you, baby?”
“You, Sir. Only you.”
“That’s right, baby,” he purred. “I’m gonna fuck you. You can bet on that.”
He took his hands away and I sobbed in aching need. I didn’t want him to stop.
“Turn around and sit down.”
I tugged my dress down and swiveled over onto the seat. I pulled up my panties and did my best to sit straight, but the spanking left my ass tender and raw.
I squirmed into position and looked up to find him studying me with that same predatory stare of his. He wasn’t finished—not by a million miles.
“Does it hurt?”
I gulped. “Yes, Sir.”
“Does it turn you on when you feel your ass hurting like that?”
I swallowed again. I could never lie to him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t worry. I’m gonna make you cum for me again and then I’m gonna fuck you like the good girl you are.” He jerked his chin at me. “Buckle your seat belt.”
“Yes, Sir.” I buckled my seatbelt and he turned his key in the ignition.
I sat in a puddle of my own juice on the way back to the house. I had to continually adjust and readjust my position, but I couldn’t find a comfortable way to sit.
He parked in the driveway and I had to keep sitting there until he opened my door for me. I turned to get my bags out of the trunk, but he stopped me. He took my hand and locked his intoxicating eyes on me.
“Go upstairs and put on your stockings. Sit on the bed and wait for me.”
I had to swallow to get my parched throat to work. “Yes, Sir.”
I hurried upstairs and kicked my heels into a corner. I took my thigh-high stockings out of my lingerie drawer and pulled them on. He always loved it when I wore them. I positioned the lace tops under my dress and arranged the hem in my mirror.
I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and my heart flipped. I slipped my feet into my heels and I sat down on the edge of the bed. My ass still hurt from the spanking and my pulse quickened when I thought about what he would do next.
He stepped into the bedroom and gave me another sharp look. I sat with my knees together. My dress inched up when I sat down and he could see the lace tops peeking out.
He sauntered slowly into the room and stood directly in front of me. I didn’t know where he wanted me to look, so I looked straight ahead.
He cupped his hand under my chin and tilted my head up to meet his smoldering eyes. “You need another spanking, don’t you? You need me to show you how much I want to fuck that sweet little ass of yours.”
“Please!” My voice cracked and it came out as a moan. He tipped my head so far back that I rocked onto my ass again. It hurt and I sobbed in agony. Another spanking? Could I really take that?
I wanted it so bad. I wanted him to drive me out of my mind with his hard smacks. He knew just how to spank me to turn me on. He made me ache for it.
“Stand up.”
He took my hand and raised me from the bed. I stood in front of him. I could look at him straight on now that I was wearing my heels.
“Walk across the room. Let me look at you.”
I turned away and strutted slowly to the door. I exaggerated the sway of my hips the way he liked it. I stopped there, turned around, and sauntered back.
He watched with his hands on his hips. His eyes flashed tracing down to my legs and back up to my face.
I halted in front of him waiting for what came next. “Turn and face the bed.” I faced the bed. “Bend over and put your hands flat on the mattress.”
I obeyed him, but I could barely breathe. Here it comes.
He squatted down behind me and stroked his big hands up my thighs to the lace tops of my stockings. He caressed his fingertips over the bare flesh of my thighs beneath my panties.
I sobbed and moaned one more time when he grazed my pussy lips ever so slightly, but he didn’t rub or tease them. This was all about the ass for him.
He pushed up my dress so it barely covered my butt crack. He dragged down my panties to my ankles and I stepped out of them.
He pressed them to his nose and inhaled a deep, long sniff. He set them aside and went back to gliding his palms over my butt cheeks. He murmured in approval at what he saw. Then he stood up without taking his hand off my upturned ass.
I stiffened for the first strike and it came down stinging hard. He smacked with expert precision on the fleshiest part of my ass. I yelped and jumped, but he pressed down on my back to hold me in position.
“That’s right!” he growled. “I love the way your ass jiggles when I spank you.”
He brought back his arm all the way to the shoulder and slapped it onto the other cheek. He crossed back and forth for a while until I screamed out loud.
“Who owns this ass!” he yelled over my shrieks.
I couldn’t answer and he smacked even harder.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Before I could pull myself together, he plowed his fingers down into my pussy. He drilled me hard with five quick strokes and I screamed in a different kind of agony.
“I’m gonna fuck you just like this.”
He lowered his hand and spanked on the bottom quadrant of my ass. The blow went into my tailbone and bumped my spine forward. I felt him behind me. I felt him holding my hips and nailing his hard cock into me from behind. That was his pelvis banging my tailbone and making me cum like this.
I screamed louder and pushed my ass back into his smacks. He built up power. “Take it, baby. Take it nice and hard.”
I shrieked louder and dissolved in a crazy orgasm that shattered my brain. I needed it so hard. I need him spanking my ass and claiming me as his own.
He gave me ten more powerful spanks and settled down to stroking my tender ass. I moaned at the exquisite ache in my skin.
His tender caresses hurt just as much as his smacks, but I wouldn’t trade these moments for all the money in the world.
He finished by running his palms up my spine to my neck and over my hips. “Good girl! Such a good girl! You’re such a good girl for me, baby. You have no idea how hot you are.”
I wobbled on my heels. I trembled to see what he would do next. He said he would fuck me in my dress, but maybe the spanking was over. Then again, maybe it wasn’t. He might spank me all night long.
He took my hand again and lifted me into a standing position. I sobbed and my head swam with so much intense sensation coursing through me.
He positioned me right in front of him and lifted my head so I looked right into his eyes. “Who’s my good girl?”
“Me, Sir?”
“That’s right. You’re my good girl and your ass is mine to spank for my pleasure. Isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it.”
“My ass is yours to spank.”
“And why do I spank your ass, baby?’
I swallowed hard. “For your pleasure, Sir.”
“You like me spanking you, don’t you? You like it when I smack your sweet, hot ass.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered. It took all my strength to admit that to him. He would spank me again if he knew I liked it.
He cradled my cheek and kissed me. His tongue slithered into my mouth and his big, muscular, warm hand slipped around behind my back.
He squeezed my ass through my dress and I moaned in agony. My ass hurt from so many spanks, but that pain turned me on. That pain meant he was going to fuck me.
He dropped his hand to the hem of my dress. He burrowed under it to the space of bare flesh between my stockings and my ass.
He squeezed and my ass cheeks cracked apart. My gushing juices oozed down my thighs and he felt my wetness.
“Mmmm! You’re so hot, aren’t you, baby?”
“Sir?”
“Your pussy is so perfectly ready for my cock, baby. That’s just the way I like it.”
He nodded toward the bed. “Sit down and keep your knees apart. Don’t move. Just sit there and think about how hard I’m gonna fuck you. I’ll be right back.”
He held my hand until I lowered myself onto the mattress. My dress stung my swollen pussy lips now that I wasn’t wearing any panties.
I pried my knees apart as best I could and the air struck my saturated tissues. That feeling of being sodden wet turned me on like anything, but he only let go of my hand and walked out of the room.
My heart somersaulted in my chest. What would he do to me when he came back?
