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 se**n.
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 pu**y 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 pu**y 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 pu**y 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 pu**y 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 f**k 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 pu**y, then slide it up to her ass**le, push against her little pucker, let her gasp in surprise, then withdraw and go back to her pu**y.
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 ass**le.
I slip it inside and she moans, but it’s not a painful moan. I position my hard and throbbing c**k against her clit and slap her pu**y with it while I continue to play with her ass.
“Ohhhhh,” Ashleigh moans. “I want you to f**k 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 f**k. 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 pu**y, your swollen clit, and your open legs is something I hope to see again and again, Ashleigh. I want this so f**king 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.”