As Jon locked his front door behind them, Josie dropped her backpack in the entryway and kicked off her shoes. Jon leaned against the door and watched her as she wiggled out of her boots. After she removed her boots, her hands moved to her hips. Jon heard the faint sound of a zipper being unzipped, and watched in admiration as she slipped her thumbs through her belt loops and began shimmying out of tight jeans. Though he could not see her face, Jon imagined that Josie was wearing that private, knowing smile he had seen so many times on her face in the few hours he had known her. She bent at the waist as the jeans slid over her ass, revealing that she hadn't been wearing panties all night. He admired how her thick ass jiggled as she struggled out of her pants, but couldn't contain himself when he caught site of the soft, brown hair between her thighs. As Josie finally pulled the material off of her ankles, she stood up straight and found Jon towering behind her, his hands hovering over her newly revealed curves. Josie felt a very distinct, very impressive erection pushing at her back. He couldn't decide which parts of her to savour first.
Despite her forward approach, Josie liked to tease her men. Jon had to earn her. She backed away from him and into his living room, slowly shaking her head and licking her lips. "You're not getting me that easy," she purred. Still, she gracefully removed the thin scrap of a shirt that was standing in between her and total, heavenly nudity. Standing at 5'6", Josie was no small girl, but full in all of the perfect places. She was soft, inviting, and exciting, with wide, round hips, a full ass, and the perkiest, most inviting b-cups Jon had ever seen. Josie was gorgeous, even with her tattoos and nipple piercings, a look Jon had never really been into before. He knew they were going to fuck each other well and hard.
Jon's hands moved up to his chest and began undoing button after button on his shirt. "What do I have to do to earn you?" He rolled his eyes as he said it, feigning disinterest, but the significant bulge in his jeans betrayed his eagerness.
Josie shrugged casually. "You have to make good on your word."
"My word?"
"Well, words," Josie corrected. "And I quote, 'bondage, some spanking, light choking'... Prove it to me."
In an instant, Jon closed the distance between them and picked Josie up easily, pushing her against the wall. His hands gripped her soft thighs, disappointingly far from her hot, wet center. They kissed each other sloppily and hungrily. Josie gasped as Jon grazed her shoulder with his teeth, just barely biting into her. Her breathing was labored as she pushed her hips desperately into him, but she couldn't help but taunt him some more. "I think you can try harder than that, old man."
Jon dropped her roughly onto the couch. "So I'm an old man now?" Without giving Josie a chance to reply, he sat down next to her and maneuvered her nude body so that she was laying across his lap. His pants were rough against her impossibly soft skin, but the discomfort was nothing compared to the hard slap that rang through the quiet room and reddened her ass. "Do you really want to keep pushing me?"
Josie had taken the smack without flinching. "As a matter of fact, I do. I want you to do your worst," she said, somehow demure despite the angry red handprint on her cheek. He slapped her hard again, but this time didn't take his hand off of her burning skin. He kneaded her jiggling skin, digging into her with passionate, unmerciful fingers. For the next ten minutes, the apartment was filled with the sounds of Jon's large hands smacking Josie's ass. That, and the sound of her begging for more.
"Jon, more... please, I can take it," Josie gasped in what she thought was the downtime between the last slap and the next. But his hand didn't make contact again.
He didn't reply, so Josie squirmed against his lap, loving how his dick jumped against her stomach. He held her hands, grasping them at the wrists behind her back so that she couldn't struggle too much. "What do you want more than anything right now?"
Josie moaned softly. "I want you to keep hurting me. I want you to prove to me that you can fuck me better than anyone else at that party." She struggled to free her wrists, but he grasped them even tighter with one hand, and moved the other to take a fistful of her hair.
Pulling her hair softly in his fist, Jon said, "My god, you're a work of fucking art." He dropped her hair and massaged her slowly and softly. When he reached her sore, burning cheeks, he grazed them lightly with his fingertips, and then moved lower, between her thighs. He had yet to make contact with the soft, slick center of the gorgeous girl who had given herself up to him. Tentatively, he used his thumb to softly rub up and down her labia, just barely dipping in between the pillowy folds. She squealed in a way that he hadn't heard before. It was girlish, high-pitched, ecstatic, and the most erotic thing he'd ever heard.
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Too soon for Josie's liking, Jon halted his soft stroking. "I want you to stand up and walk into my bedroom. Lay on my bed," he ordered. Wordlessly, Josie stood and followed his instructions, situating herself in the center of his unmade bed. Next to his large window, Josie looked like something heavenly and pure, her skin pale and luminous in the moonlight. "Now, I want you to masturbate." By now, Josie's characteristic playfulness had transformed into pure, heady lust. She licked two of her fingers (though she didn't really need it, but knew the show would only increase Jon's desire) and begin lazily rubbing her clit. They stared into each other's eyes until Jon broke contact.
Having let slip earlier that she was quite the screamer, Jon popped a DVD of some 80s horror film into the player and turned the volume up just enough that the extra sound would hopefully make the sounds of their fucking a little less obvious to his neighbors. Behind him, Josie continued touching herself, gasping lightly, but not wanting to make herself cum. Jon slid a cardboard box out of his closet and pulled a roll of bondage tape out of the bottom. He hadn't had the chance to use it in ages—every other woman he'd brought home talked a big game, but in the end only wanted bland, impassionate sex. He didn't bother having those women back. But Josie was something else, her moaning was barely audible over the sounds of the horror movie, but it was making it hard for Jon to keep from fucking her right, then, and there. He wanted it to last all night.
"Ok, Jos, now lay down on your belly and give me your wrists."
"Whatever you say, boss." She flipped over slowly and teasingly, thrusting her ass in the air and pushing her face into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Jon tore a long strip of bondage tape off the roll and wound it around her wrists. It wasn't as sexy as, say, a flashy pair of handcuffs, but he wanted her to be comfortable while he hurt her in all of the right ways. With his large hands gripping her sides, Jon flipped Josie's naked body over and straddled her.
