The End of the Foreplay and After

The End of the Foreplay, and After

Author's note: I love stories that have a lot of intensely hot sex, but which also have reasonably well-developed characters. In my experience, that combination is hard to find on Literotica. Romance stories have great characters, but not much sex. Stories in erotic couplings and other genres have the sex, but rarely the characters. I hope you'll agree that I've worked both into what you're about to read.

I entered a story titled

Research Foreplay

in the Summer Lovin' 2020 contest that was really well received. It averaged 4.7 out of 5 stars, and got comments like "This is one of my favorite stories that I have read on Literotica. Great job," and "I'm 70 years old, & still married the 1st time (48 years) & didn't know people dated like that... I LOVE ❤️ IT."

Ending

Research Foreplay

right after a very steamy dinner conversation between Kim and Mark seemed to fit the story. But these characters wouldn't leave me alone even as I was writing and publishing three other stories about other characters. When I couldn't ignore them any longer, I wrote what happened next, which is what you see below. Click on my author link and read the prequel to this story if you want the full arc. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

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Fuck this feels good! I'm sitting here with this beautiful man next to me, and the vibrator he has going on my clit is sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I'm so wet, I bet I'm creating a puddle on this seat straight through my skirt. Hell, I was already soaking through the skirt's thin cotton material before we finished dinner.

I look over at my new boyfriend, Mark, and to the degree that my insides haven't already turned into a molten liquid, I melt a little more. I mean look at him. He's 6'2"" and probably weighs something like 225 pounds, with lean muscles on every inch of his body. I can't wait to trace my fingers over every one of them, to feel his weight crushing my tits as he thrusts his huge cock in my... Shit! No no no no no NO NO! I clench the muscles in my pussy hard to keep them from convulsing, and then clench every other muscle in my body to support the effort. Kim Stevens, you do not have his permission to cum!

I whisper desperately, "Mark, turn it off!" Jesus, I hope that was only loud enough for him to hear!

"Turn it off, what?"

"PLEASE! Mark! Turn it off!"

He clicks the button on the remote control, and the vibrator stops. I remain clenched for several more moments until I know that I've successfully suppressed my orgasm. While I'm doing this, one of the guys sitting across from us on the subway asks, "Is she okay?"

Mark responds, "Stomach cramps. She's been feeling a little off since dinner. I'm taking her home, but I'm sure she'll be fine."

Stomach cramps, my ass! Quick thinking, on his part, though, especially the "a little off" part. I definitely don't feel like my pussy is perpetually on the verge of an orgasm on any normal day!

To be perfectly honest, this is all my fault. We're finishing our third date a little early, going back to Mark's place right after dinner instead of the movie we were planning. Over dinner I got both of us so horny talking about some of my most memorable sexual experiences that the only thing I could imagine doing was getting him naked and inside me for the first time as soon as humanly possible. I'd been telling him that I like to give complete control to my lover, because my sex life is often way more adventurous that way. Then I gave him the remote to the butterfly vibrator I'd been wearing all night. Now he's torturing me. And I love it.

After I finally relax, I lean into him for support. This is exhausting!

He asks, "Are you okay?"

I whisper more quietly in his ear, "I will be as soon as I get that huge cock I see bulging in your pants thrusting inside my pussy."

He whispers back, "Christ, you are a needy little slut! Behave yourself! You're already in big trouble from what you did at the restaurant and you know it!"

Yeah, that's true. I really did go overboard there. But hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry! I didn't think I was behaving badly just now. If I were misbehaving, I'd be straddling you, wrestling that cock out of your jeans, moving my dripping wet thong aside and rubbing my throbbing swollen slit up and down until you were rock hard, and then thrusting you all the way inside me."

Naturally, Mark looks down at my lap. I take my forefinger and slowly trace it up my thigh until it catches slightly on the edge of my skirt and drags it up just a fraction of an inch before it continues up to my waist over the thin, sheer cotton. I continue, "Of course, this skirt is so short and so tight that as soon as I spread my legs around you, it would ride up. Those guys could see every inch of you sliding in and out of me. Maybe even get a video on their phones to post on the internet. I want you so bad right now I'd do that in a heartbeat if you asked me to. I'd say by comparison, I've been fairly restrained. I mean look at me!" I sit up just a bit and pull my top out far enough that he can see my rock-hard nipples. "These poor girls are reaching out blindly, so sensitive, so desperate for the feel of your lips around them, your tongue massaging them... Ohhhhhhh fuck!" Mark had turned the vibrator back on.

"Hopefully that will shut you up, my little cock tease, at least until we get back to my apartment. We get off in two stops."

"If I'm not careful, I'm going to get off way before then."

"You'd better not!"

"I know, I know! Fuuuuck, this feels soo good!"

I lean into his firm shoulder muscle and try to think about other things. I wonder what these guys watching us are thinking. Is one of them smirking? Did they notice me flashing my tits? If so, they're silently calling bullshit on the stomach cramps explanation. And now they're probably evaluating us as a couple, maybe wondering how a guy like Mark landed a girl like me. As I mentioned, Mark is a big, strong guy. Dark complexion. He's not runway model gorgeous, but I think he has an interesting face. Square jaw, wide-set eyes, kind of a wide, flat nose. He looks a little like a cross between a linebacker and the singer Lorde. One of the things we share in common is that we both work out regularly, although he tells me that spends more time with the nautilus and free weights than I do. I'm more into cardio.

It keeps me in great shape. Tight round ass, well-toned arms, legs and stomach. Lots of people tell me I'm classically beautiful. I'm 5'6" tall. My tits are 34D, all the exercise keeps my waist narrow, and my hips are 36" around. I have high cheek bones, dark blonde/light brown wavy hair down past my shoulders which matches my large hazel brown eyes, and kind of a light tan color to my skin, especially in the summer when there's lots of sunshine.

I get my looks from my dad's side of the family. It was one of the only gifts he could ever give me, since he was killed in action in Iraq when I was four years old. My mom keeps in great shape, but her dimensions are much more slender than mine. The pictures of my dad's mom from when she was younger look a lot more like me.

Honestly, having looks like this isn't all it's cracked up to be, at least not all the time. I have always wanted to be known for how disciplined and smart I am. I've worked really fucking hard all my life to get out of the borderline poverty that I grew up with. I earned the scholarships I needed to go to college and to get into my MBA program. And still, I think all people can see of me a lot of the time is my looks. Not that I ever complain about it to anyone. Not ever. Who wants to hear someone worrying over how their good looks cause them trouble, am I right?

Fuck this feels good! I can only distract myself by letting my mind wander just so long before the vibrator on my clit brings me back. I ride the pleasure waves until we get to his stop. Thankfully I don't start to orgasm again, but it's a damned good thing that he wasn't two more stops away.

As we get up, one of the guys across from us says to me, very sweetly, "I hope you feel better soon." His buddy tries to stifle a laugh, and fails miserably. I curl a devilish little smile on my lips, I wink at him and say in a husky voice, "Oh. I will." Then I turn on my heel and walk to the door of the train. I add a little sway to my hips in order to draw attention to them as I go. I think I hear one of them say, "Ohhh fuck!" and then they both break out in laughter. Mark grabs me firmly around the waist and forcefully escorts me off the train. I don't think he appreciated that show.

The walk to Mark's apartment isn't too hard. The vibrator doesn't lay down right on my clit when I'm moving, but it certainly goes back there when I stop. Also, I've never been here before, so taking in the lay of the land is a distraction.

"Nice neighborhood, Mark."

"No more talking, slut. Not until you've been punished."

Wow, okay. That was a little harsh. If I didn't know what a sweet guy he is, I might think I was in trouble here. Actually,... I might be. He's never played the dominant role before, and he did say that he was a little worried about pushing me too far. Well, I did want sexual adventure. I'm sure as hell getting it. And I know if it goes further than I can handle, he'll stop. This will be fine. At least, I'm pretty sure it will.

We walk in silence the rest of the way, and even without the constant stimulation on my clit, my heart starts to race in anticipation. We walk up to his second-floor apartment and he opens the door. Nice place. Small by most standards, but not for this city. There are two couches in an L shape facing a big screen TV. The larger one is against the interior wall away from the window. The TV is on the far wall from the front door. The love seat faces the TV and is set as kind of an extension of the hallway that leads back to the rest of the place. The back of it faces the front door where we're standing.

"Strip, slut."

Now we're talking! "Yes, Mark". I rip off my top and pull down my skirt, showing him the corset and thong combination that I'd picked out for our first time. The corset holds up my tits, but leaves my nipples exposed. I'd thought that we might fuck with me wearing this, but he said strip, so I undo the corset, pull my soaking wet thong off, and ask, "Do you want me to take off my heels, too?

"No, I like you like that. You look like a stripper."

"Not just a stripper for you, Mark. You can't touch a stripper."

"Fine. I'll continue to call you slut, then, since I'm sure as hell not paying you like a whore."

Yeah, I'm not sure how much I like this whole slut thing, but I told him he could do whatever he wanted with me. I guess I'll play the part. I mean, a slut gets fucked a lot, and I really, really need him to fuck me. I walk two steps to the back of the love seat and say as I bend over, "And if I did this, would you fuck me like a slut? Please?"

"Stop talking."

I stop.

"I said strip. You're still wearing that vibrator. You're not getting rewarded for your behavior. Not yet anyway. Take it off."

I take it off without a word, trying to look penitent as I do.

Mark continues. "Stand up straight. Prop up your tits with your left forearm. Good. Now put your right index finger on your clit. Do NOT rub it. Now look down at my feet. You're being punished. You don't get to look me in the eye. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mark."

"Jesus fucking Christ. You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I've ever seen naked, at least in person. You might actually be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen naked period. Look at you!" I saw his feet take two steps toward me, and he started caressing my cheek, my neck and my back below my long hair as he continued, saying, "Your golden hair matches your golden eyes." He traced his fingers over my shoulder, down the top of my breasts to my nipples, one after the other. "Your tits are big, and perfectly round. Your nipples are exactly the right diameter, and clearly aroused, as you so wickedly pointed out on the train." At his touch, the electric jolt that went from my tits to my pussy and back nearly made my knees buckle. Goosebumps rise all over my body, and I shiver slightly at the sensation. His hands continued their gentle journey. "Your arms and legs are beautifully well toned." His hand rested on mine, which was over my clit as he'd commanded. "Your pubes are neatly trimmed into an adorable little triangle, pointing down to your pussy, which is swollen with desire. You have the body of a golden goddess. It's too bad you have such a naughty streak, but after tonight, I think you'll behave yourself. Jesus, I really want to fuck you!"

I looked up hopefully.

"Eyes down, slut! I know you want to be fucked, and you will be, I promise. But if I fucked you right now, I'd last about two seconds, and I want to last a lot longer than that for our first time. Get on your knees, slut. I'm going to fuck your face to get the first load out."

Okay, a blowjob is pretty hot, too.

"Yes, Mark!"

I kneel in front of him, and start to undo his belt, button and zipper. I pull his pants and boxers down and off as he lifts one foot and then the other, look up straight ahead, and ooohhh, yes! There it is! And it's fucking beautiful. Big and strong just like I told him at the restaurant. He's only mostly hard and it has to be at least seven inches already, and thick, like his muscles. My insides turn molten again as I look at it. Circumcised, kind of a cross between tan from his dark complexion and pink from the increasingly large amount of blood filling it. I think I'm going to cry from happiness.

"Well, slut, what are you waiting for?"

"Sorry, Mark. I was just admiring your huge, beautiful cock." I grab it in my hand, stroke it a couple times, and then settle the firm grip of my hand at the base with his balls against the side of my palm. I lean in and taste the tip. The precum that has been dripping off of it is obvious. I relax my throat and suck him all the way down to where my hand is pulling him tight.

From above me, I hear, "Ooohhh fuck, that feels good!"

It ought to. I've had a lot of practice with my boyfriends since I was a teenager. I start to suck him in and out of my throat, making sure to keep his skin tight so that I expose all the nerve endings in his cock head with every movement. I don't look him in the eyes like I normally would. Guys love that, but I've been warned not to. I keep at this for a few moments, but then he dials up the intensity again.

"Put your hands on my ass."

Huh?

"Now, slut! I'm going to fuck your face really hard, just like I told you I would."

Shit. Umm, I'm not sure I can do this. I always have to concentrate on keeping my throat relaxed when I have several inches of cock filling it.

He starts trying to push himself further down my throat even before I can take my hand off and says, "What are you waiting for, slut? Do you want your punishment to be worse than it already is going to be?"

You told yourself you want sexual adventure, Kim.

I do as I'm told. For just a moment, I admire the feel of his solid ass cheeks in my hands, but then he grabs my head and starts thrusting hard, as if my throat could take a pounding like my pussy and to some degree my ass can. I don't like this at all! Shit! I start gagging slightly, a tear wells up in each of my eyes and falls, the saliva has nowhere to go and starts drooling down my chin and throat, and I realize that, SHIT, we have a safe word, but we didn't talk about a non-verbal one. How can I get off of him... Oh, good! His ass tenses in my hands, he stops thrusting and I can feel the base of his cock convulsing on my lips as he pumps rope after rope after rope of cum down my throat. He's still cumming when he pulls out part way and fills my mouth with the rest. I haven't ever liked the taste of cum before, and had told him that, but his is warm and creamy and salty, not bitter like I was expecting. Maybe it was something he ate?"

"Show me my cum filling your slut mouth."

I look up and open my mouth, showing him the cum all over my tongue before I swallow it. Then I lean in, suck his cock back in my mouth and clean every square inch. Jesus, I'm glad that throat pounding is over!

"You are very, very good at that, slut. Now, get up and bend over the couch like you suggested."

Huh? There's no way he could possibly fuck me so soon..., oh, shit. The spanking.

My boyfriend in college had gotten into spanking me when we fucked. To be totally honest, I kind of get off on it too. In the rest of my life, I'm kind of a control freak. Self-discipline is my number one asset. When I get into the bedroom (or anywhere else private when sex is the agenda), giving that control up completely makes things exciting. It also makes it separate from everything else I do, and therefore special. And I'm tough. My ass can take a few good hard smacks.

But my college boyfriend mostly spanked me when he was also filling my pussy or ass with his cock. A lot of the time I barely noticed the abuse my ass cheeks were taking. I have a feeling that's not what's about to happen here.

I bend over the couch, resting on my elbows, with my hair hanging down either side of my face toward the floor, my tits dangling a few inches from the back of the couch and a couple inches above it, and my bare ass and pussy sticking up in the air. Mark says, "You know why you're bent over this couch, don't you slut?"

Quietly, I say, "Yes, Mark."

"Do you have anything to say for yourself before we begin?"

"Please fuck me?"

SMACK

"Ow!"

"You're bent over this couch because you've been such a slut tonight. In the restaurant. On the subway. Your behavior has been shameful. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, Mark," I say, considerably more meekly.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself before we begin?"

"I'm sorry I was such a bad girl tonight, Mark. I'll try to be better behaved in the future."

"Good answer. I'm glad to hear it. But you still deserve a good solid spanking to make sure you remember the lesson, don't you agree?"

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, let it out slowly and say, "Yes, Mark".

"Based just on what you did in the restaurant, I was planning to have you count out 50 strokes, but you kept aggravating the situation, flashing your tits in plain view of everyone on the train, whispering shameful things and teasing my cock the entire way home. Teasing those two guys on your way out of the train. You were relentless!" He bent over behind me, fished around for something and then came around to where I was facing the ground, and showed me his phone with the timer set to one minute. "So, instead of counting strokes, I'm going to give you a good, hard, fast spanking from the time I start this timer until it runs out. After a minute of a hard beating, I imagine your ass will be nice and warm, and glowing a dark pink. I'll warn you now, do not interfere. Do you understand?"

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, this is not going to be fun! But I. Am. Tough. I can take it. I mean, I think I can...

He leans over again and says right in my ear, "Do. You.

Understand

? Slut?"

My voice has a small tremor in it as I say, "Yes, Mark."

"Then let's begin."

Smack smack smack smack smack...

Jesus, that really stings. He's big and strong and he's not holding back at all here. The sound of the blows fills the room. He alternates from one cheek to the other after a random number of slaps, moving around all over making every square inch of my cheeks feel it. How long did that take? OW! Now he's going back over already tender flesh, and I think he's picking up the pace. SHIT, this really hurts!