by Huss, JA
I smile. A dimpled smile, but not a creepy one that says I’m gonna fuck you. It’s a sincere one that says, “You are fucking beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she says softly.
I look down at her feet and notice she didn’t put the shoes on. “I don’t like them,” she explains when she notices my gaze.
“I have no complaints, Ashleigh.” I beckon her with my fingers. “Come here.” She bites her lip and then takes a deep breath and walks over and takes my hand. I lead her over to the bench at the foot of the bed. “Sit down.”
She sits.
And she is the perfect height to do fun things with my package, as she likes to call it. She looks at my dick as it grows under my suit trousers, and then tips her head up to me.
Holy fuck, she is stunning. Her eyes are dark with makeup, but not too dark. Her lips are not glossy with lipstick anymore like they were at the start of the evening, but they are still stained a nice red color and that plump pout she has makes me want to nibble on them.
I control myself. I’ve lasted this long and I’ve planned her first real experience with me perfectly. Taking her in a fit of desire comes much later.
I pull one side of the bench away from the foot of the bed and straddle it. She watches everything I do, her chest moving up and down a little faster now. I imagine the adrenaline coursing through her body perfectly matches my own. “Get on your knees, Ashleigh. Place your chest on the bench and face me so I can see your eyes.”
Her tongue flicks her upper lip and her breathing quickens, but she obeys without talking and lowers herself down to her knees and does exactly what I ask.
That turns me on so fucking bad, the fact that she will submit without me asking. It’s like a gift. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, then opens them again because she knows I want to watch her watch me. “Are you ready?”
She nods first. “Yes. Ten spankings.”
“Pull your panties down, Ashleigh. And leave them around your knees.”
She keeps her chest on the bench and reaches back to pull down her black lace panties. The baby doll lingerie flutters below her stomach as she moves and then her ass is bare. I push the fabric up her back to get the full view of her curves.
“Would you like me to count for you? Or can you manage that tonight?”
She licks her lip again and if she doesn’t stop that, I’m gonna lean down and bite her. “I can manage.”
“Put your hands wherever you want, but once they’re there, you may not move them. Understand?”
“Yes.” She brings them up and then clasps them together at the small of her back.
I love her.
My left hand drags a few stray wisps of hair away from her face so I can see her better. She senses the pleasure she’s giving me and smiles just as my right hand comes down on her right cheek with a loud smack.
She moans as I watch her ass turn red. “One.”
She is perfect.
I massage her ass where the handprint forms and just as she relaxes a little I bring my hand down again on her left cheek.
“Two,” she says before the moan this time.
Now both cheeks are red and I massage them in firm circles. My fingers slip between her legs and she opens up a little, moaning even more as I play with her folds. I slip a finger inside her and she is so wet I withdraw immediately so she won’t come. “Did it hurt, Ash?”
“No,” she says immediately. “Not this time.”
“Tell me, Ashleigh. Tell me how it made you feel.”
“Oh,” she moans. “It was like last night in the bathroom. It felt so good, the pain was left behind.”
“Get up off the floor and stand in front of me. I owe you a reward.”
She stands up and the panties around her knees fall to the floor.
I change my position so I’m not straddling the bench anymore, but sitting normally, right in front of her. “Come here,” I say softly as I open my legs up to give her room. She inches forward and her legs are brushing against mine, causing a flicker of excitement to erupt through my whole body. I reach up to the strap on her left shoulder and pull it down, then do the same with the right. Her breasts are far too full to allow the lingerie to fall freely, so I use both hands to pull the soft fabric down her arms and watch it flutter to the floor at her feet.
Her breasts. Holy fucking God, her breasts are spectacular.
I cup them, very softly. But she’s so full of milk they drip.
I growl with desire. “Is it too uncomfortable? Do you need to take care of this?” I ask in a low throaty voice that betrays every dirty thought running through my mind.
She shakes her head. “I’m fine.”
I squeeze a little harder then and she opens her mouth but it’s a whimper that makes my dick so hard I might explode before she does.
I get up off the bench and loosen my tie. She watches every move I make. I take it off and put it around her neck, then slide the knot up to her throat, not tight, but enough. It curves over her breasts and falls down her torso where it flirts with her belly button.
She takes a deep breath.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
She’s amazing.
I step out of her way and beckon to the bench. “Your turn to sit.” She turns around and takes a seat, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she swallows and finally tilts her head to look up at me. I put a few throw pillows behind her. “Lie back, Ash.”
She actually blushes a little and lets out a nervous giggle, but she bites it back as she chews on her lower lip and leans back, exposing herself to me.
“Open wider.”
She obeys, but she moans as she does it. I laugh. “I swear to God, Ashleigh, I will spank the shit out of you if you come before my tongue touches your clit.”
“Oh—”
I reach down and grab her nipple and squeeze. Milk shoots out and she gasps, but she stops moaning. “That was close. You are way too easy.”
“I’m desperate, Ford. Please, just lick me already!”
I kneel down in front of her legs and she moans again, so I get back up and go to the basket of essentials I asked the concierge to provide in the bedroom basket. There’s two black silk scarves in there and I bring them both over to her, setting one on the bed, and holding the other up to her face. She watches carefully. “I don’t want you to come until I tell you to, understand?”
She nods. “Yes,” she says as she tries to stay in control.
“You’re never gonna last, Ashleigh.”
She laughs. “I’m sorry, you—I just—Ford, just looking at you makes me come. I can’t help it.”
I shake the scarf. “Which is why we need this for now. I’ll take it off in a little bit, but for now, you need it. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes.” She smiles up at me and I wonder if putting it on will make her release even quicker than leaving it off.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Just try your best.” I tie it around her eyes and let the long ends drape over her shoulders with her dark hair. I kneel down and her moaning starts immediately, I reach up and pinch her nipple again and this elicits a real whimper. A pain whimper and not an orgasmic one.
Round one to Ford.
I let go and part her legs, then lift them up and push her knees into her chest. Her scent is so erotic, I have to stop and breathe it in. It’s sweet and intoxicating. “Hold your legs open, please,” I ask her in a soft growl that betrays my hungry desire.
She obeys and I have to pinch her again to keep her focused.
She’s not gonna last another minute, so fuck it. We might as well get this one over with so we can move on. I lower my mouth to her pussy and she gets the kiss of her life as I suck on her clit.
She comes immediately. She gushes into my mouth. Her whimpers and moans are not about pain, even though I’m squeezing the shit out of that nipple. Her whole back buckles and her thighs clamp down on my head as her fingers fist my hair.
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bsp; I push her legs apart forcefully and caress her inner thighs for a few seconds before pulling back and standing up. “You could’ve put off the next two spankings for quite a while if you held it in, but it’s too late now. Bend over the bench, Ashleigh. That’s two spankings for me and one orgasm for you.”
She whines as she pulls herself up from the bench and then kneels down, her hands behind her back, her face turned to the side. I straddle the bench again and pull her face closer to my crotch. Her breath is hot against my dick, even through the thick fabric of my trousers. “Do you know what number we’re on?”
“Yes.”
“Spread your legs this time, Ashleigh.”
She does, no hesitation at all and before she’s even in position my left hand pushes her face into my dick and my right hand smacks her hard on an upswing. It catches her pussy and both cheeks this time and she yelps, but her hands stay put at the small of her back. Her breath comes out in short gasps against me. My fingers dip inside her folds and she’s dripping from her last explosion. I push two fingers inside her and she moans.
“You forgot to count, Miss Li. Let’s try it again.”
I smack her again and this time as soon as I’m done she says, “Three.” I don’t give her a chance to think, just swat one more time. “Four.”
I lean down to her back and bite her shoulder blade and then stand up, still straddling the bench, and release the button and unzip my pants. “How many orgasms have I given you since we met, Ash?”
“Um…” She knows what’s coming, so she takes a few seconds. “Four. No, five. You talked dirty to me this morning and that was not my fault.”
I sit back down and whisper in her ear. “How many have you given me?”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “None,” she whispers back.
“I’d like one now. Open your mouth.”
She has to take a deep breath first, but she opens her mouth. I inch towards her and release my dick. It’s fully hard. Hell, I was hard the minute she came in the bedroom. The head of my cock brushes against her lips and she leans forward, eager. I encourage her to take me as I fist her hair and push. Her mouth opens wider and then her hot, wet tongue licks my head and it’s my turn to moan when she buries it inside her mouth. Her lips stretch around and seal against my shaft. She sucks, then pulls back, licking and swirling her tongue as the cool air replaces her heat.
She keeps her hands behind her back even though I could care less if she wants to use them or not at this point. I pull her upright on her knees and change my position so I’m facing forward and she’s between my legs.
I lean back against the pillows. “Fuck me with your mouth, Ashleigh. Make me come and we can move on to your next orgasm.”
I push her head and she opens up her mouth more, stretching her lips around my thickness. I push again and her tongue flattens out. This shit almost drives me over the edge. Her face is not panicked or in distress, so I fist her hair a little harder and she hums out a moan against my sensitive skin. The vibrations tickle and I can’t wait any longer, I force her face into me so my cock in is in her throat and then reach down and shove my balls up to her chin.
She gags a little and I ease up and let her take a breath. If she complains I’ll stop, so I wait for a moment.
No complaints. I push towards me again, her tongue flirts with my shaft, and then I ram myself up against her soft palate until she gags. I release, let her have a moment to recover, and do it again. Each time she tries to take more of me. On the fourth time with no complaints I gush down her throat and she swallows three times, once for each wave of semen.
I give her some air and then lean down to whisper in her ear. “You OK? You do understand you can say no, right?”
She takes a few breaths and nods—her face turning up towards the sound of my voice. I wonder if her eyes are closed behind that blindfold? “I came too,” she says softly.
I laugh. “You sneaky shit!” I smack her ass playfully and then let my fingers dip into her pussy and sure enough, she is dripping again.
“You said I’d get one orgasm for every two swats, and since I got three this time, I figured you owed me, so why wait?” She smirks from behind her blindfold and I smack her again and then pull the scarf down so it’s around her neck with my tie. She looks down at my dick and that smirk grows into a shit-eating grin, then she brings that sneaky simper back up to meet my gaze.
She just checked me out and she liked what she saw.
Round two to Ford.
I get up, take off my suit coat and shirt, then drop my trousers.
She watches me the whole time.
“Are you ready?”
She glances down to my cock, it’s already getting hard again. She’s small and I’m not, so I’m wondering if she’s worried. But she just kneels down, bending over the bench with her hands behind her back for her spanking.
I am in love with her.
“Open,” I command.
She obeys instantly.
“Wider,” I command as I straddle the bench again.
She adjusts, her legs so wide her pussy is barely hovering over the floor.
“Perfect.” I wasn’t going to do this, but I think she’ll like it, so take my chances and swing my palm upward until it connects with her clit. She squirms and squeals for this one, but I don’t even need to check her pussy to see if she liked it, she’s dripping.
“Five,” she calls out before I can make a remark about the count. I smack her pussy again and this time she jumps a little. “Six.”
“Stay just like you are.” I get up and grab the condoms and some oil from the basket. She says nothing. I kneel down behind her and open the oil and then drip it over her ass.
She whimpers and tries to sit up. “Ford—”
“Shhh,” I say as I push her back down. My fingers go to her bare back and I trace out the kanji from our sleeping game last night. “Trust me, Ashleigh. I said I won’t hurt you. Whatever we do, you will like it or we will stop.”
She takes a deep breath.
“OK?”
“Yes.”
I’m not gonna fuck her in the ass our first time, she’s crazy. I’m trying to make her love me, not run away. But I am gonna play with it. I snicker at that and she looks over her shoulder at me with an annoyed expression.
I tuck down my amusement, because I’m winning and I don’t want to give her any stupid reasons to rebel against my control.
I rub the oil onto her cheeks in wide, slow circles—my fingertips reaching past the boundary between sensual and sexual, then slip between her legs and massage her inner thighs. This makes her sigh with pleasure and she relaxes her head back down on the bench. I continue to knead the softest skin near her sex, sometimes passing innocently over her clit or up and down her slit. But mostly I keep it confined to her thighs and ass cheeks. After a few minutes I can tell she’s totally relaxed and I push a finger inside her pussy, then slide it up to her asshole, push against her little pucker, let her gasp in surprise, then withdraw and go back to her pussy.
I do this again and again, and after the fifth or sixth time she starts to wiggle against my finger when I push against her asshole.
I slip it inside and she moans, but it’s not a painful moan. I position my hard and throbbing cock against her clit and slap her pussy with it while I continue to play with her ass.
“Ohhhhh,” Ashleigh moans. “I want you to fuck me so bad, Ford.”
I push my finger inside her pucker, farther this time. “I want you to come right now and clench your ass around my finger.”
Her cheeks are squeezing before I even get the last word out.
I’m going to marry this girl.
I smack her hard before she’s even done coming and she yells out, “Seven.”
Holy fuck. She’s perfect. I smack her again and this time, “Eight,” comes out as a moan of pleasure.
“How many orgasms, Ashleigh?”
“Seven for me and one
for you.”
“Here comes eight. Stand up, please.” I back away from her so she can stand and then take her spot on the bench. I tap her thigh. “Put your leg on my shoulder, Ashleigh.”
She lifts her leg and the sight of her swollen clit peeking through her lips almost does me in. She rests the back of her ankle on my shoulder and lets out a long breath. “The sight of your wet pussy, your swollen clit, and your open legs is something I hope to see again and again, Ashleigh. I want this so fucking bad.” I slide my hand under her lifted thigh and cup her ass, then grab her behind the knee of the other leg and lift her off the ground. “Other leg on my shoulder.”
She obeys and my other hand follows her motion and cups that ass cheek as well.
“Oh, my God, Ford.” Her arms wrap around my head and she scoots her pussy closer to my face. I stand and walk over to the wall of windows and press her up against them. “Lean back, love. Release your hold on my head and stretch your arms against the glass. Bare yourself to me, Ashleigh. Open yourself up to me completely.”
She obeys but she’s tense from being in this position.
“Trust me, Ashleigh. Relax. Think about people with binoculars and telescopes. People who train them on this suite, hoping against hope that one night they’ll peek through and see your fantastic ass, my exceptional package, and my face between your legs giving you the orgasm of your life.”
I pull her towards me until my mouth covers her clit and I lick and suck. She buckles and I have to take a step back to accommodate her writhing and twisting body. “Ford, oh my fucking God, Ford!”
My fingers explore her ass as I pleasure her folds with my tongue and she only lasts a few more seconds before her moaning turns into screams.
She takes her time coming, and I lick wave after wave of milky white juice dripping out of her pussy.
She is so fucking sexy.
I carry her over to the bench and sit down, then remove her legs, one at a time, and place her feet on the ground. Her knees wobble a little, so I set her on my lap instead. She rests her head on my shoulder.
“Ready to stop?”
“No, sir. You still owe me two more spankings.”