He replies, 'Good. Let's give you a little more then.' Without hesitation he turns me around, takes me into a deep kiss, and then pushes me on to the bed. 'On your knees.'
He's added more dominance to his voice. It scares me just a little bit, and entices me. I obediently shift onto my hands and knees and expose my behind to him, as the sound of his belt buckle gently clinks.
Now, please understand that I have had my fair share of spankings in my time. One of my first sexual experiences was being spanked as a naughty teenager in my parents house by my boyfriend, and I knew from that moment that this was something I loved. And since then I have been spanked by a couple of different people, using a multitude of objects. But I have to say, this man, is an artist. With that first thwack of his belt, my brain... well, melted a little bit. The shockwaves seemed to ripple through my entire skeleton, and my skin sang in painful ecstasy. I don't know how long it lasted for: I was outside of time. Just listening to my body ache and sting. He never went too hard or too soft, he knew when to pause and when to kick back in. His wealth of experience was a marvel to endure.
I slowly come out of my trance, to the sensation of his mouth on my butt cheeks. First he kisses, then he nibbles, and starts to bite and suck, making my belt marks sting afresh. I start to moan again in appreciation, and he moans back, the vibrations of his voice humming through me. Before I know it he's moved onto his back, his head directly between my legs. I can feel his hot breath on my labia and for a moment, I think i might cum. But instead he grabs my hips with his big hands and pull me down onto his face, onto his tongue. He explores me eagerly with his mouth, and it's not long before I start to writhe and thrust into his face. He seems to like my bucking as he grips my arse, digging his nails in, as he treats me to sucking, licking, biting of my most intimate parts. I reach up to my breasts and start to pinch my erect nipples, twisting them gently as I climb higher and higher in pleasure, the climax just in reach. I was expecting his fingers to curl inside me, to push me over the edge, but this one was full of surprises.
Apparently, while I was lost in that sacred 'sub-space', he had picked up one of his 'tools of the trade' so to speak. And as my moaning got higher and louder, with his tongue flicking
across my clit, he reaches up to my opening with one hand, making sure i was practically dripping, and before I knew it, 6 inches of cool glass dildo was pushed inside. Well you can imagine what happened next. It didn't so much push me over the edge, as shifted my orgasm into a whole new gear. My moans, now deep, throaty, animalistic, my breathing almost sounding like growls as I push against it, encouraging him to ram it into me. But that beautiful man never lost concentration on his tongue. He doesn't speed up, nor does he slow down, the only change he makes is pushing ever so slightly harder with his tongue. And the glass cock is sliding so effortlessly in and out of my pussy, and it's heavenly.
And that's when I hear the front door close.
