Nibbling at her earlobe, I whispered that she was a naughty girl, that I was going to punish her for drooling all over my cock. I said that it was cold now that my spit-soaked pole was exposed to the air. I told her I was going to check how wet she was and admonished her for how soaked she was. "Does it turn you on to be a bad girl?" I kept my fingers at her entrance, teasing her without pushing them inside her soaking wet box. Caylee could only moan out in response.
Caylee had mentioned being spanked but I verified that this was what she wanted and got an enthusiastic "yesss!". I made her promise to tell me if it was too much and then started quickly pulling off her pyjamas. Once I had her naked, I took a moment to enjoy the delicious view and feel of her soft curves. She was so perfect -- curves for days, fit muscles, angelic blue eyes that held a new mature spark of desire. I enjoyed firing up her lust further, choosing random actions to keep her guessing. Clutching a breast and drawing it into my mouth, dragging my fingers through her wet folds, grabbing underneath her thigh and lifting her against my cock for just a second.
I did that last one without thinking and Caylee gasped and tensed up when she felt the pressure of my shaft against her pussy. This was something I had specifically avoided in the past because I knew how easily I could be tempted into more. And it took every ounce of will power I had to pull her back and face her towards the wall. I gave myself a mental slap. Oh God, I could still feel the fresh wet spot on my dick, it would have been amazing to have just - "oops!" - slipped inside. I realized that I could not just mindlessly explore with Caylee, running through my repertoire of "moves" to get her turned on. I had to keep my wits about me, being extra careful to keep my brain more alert than I usually did. I could not allow the sensations to absorb me and carry me away. Ironically, this was harder to do than usual with Caylee because she was just so delicious and enjoyable.
I stroked Caylee's curves as she stood there, pressed against the wall, her breasts mashed together and slightly out to the sides. I felt up her ass and reached between her legs from behind to tease her pussy again, this time allowing my fingers to thrust inside ever so slightly. She moved her hips, desperate to get my fingers deeper and increase the friction. But now that I was recovered from the accidental stamp of her wet cunt onto my dick, I got back into character and told her it was time for her punishment.
Sitting on the purple stool at her makeup counter, I tucked my thick erection between my thighs so it was somewhat out of the way. Pulling Caylee away from the wall, I flipped her over my lap. She shrieked but it was a happy cry. I balanced her pelvis on my right thigh, with her belly on the left one. Her head hung down to the left, pointing at the wall. Her feet to the right in an obtuse angle towards the floor, where her tiptoes found purchase on the tiles. I stroked her ass cheeks softly, enjoying how lovely the creamy skin looked. I couldn't help dipping into her wet pussy one last time before asking if she was ready.
"Yes, oh please. Punish me." Caylee moaned in a low whisper. I gave her the first smack -- not too hard at all - with my open palm, and saw her ass jiggle slightly with the motion. She did not cry out, only a small moan. I repeated this on the other side, then a couple more times per cheek. I figured this was enough of a sample; we could debrief later and she could let me know if she liked it and what else she wanted to try. But I wasn't done playing with her ass, now that I had it so temptingly displayed.
I gave a super-gentle smack on her pussy lips, which brought an "ohh!" of surprise from Caylee. She wiggled, perhaps expecting a repeat, but instead I gave her my fingers, adding a third one and going deeper than before. Pausing my thrusts, I spread some of the lubrication of her juices to my thumb. Thrusting my fingers back into her pussy with my palm up, I moved the wet thumb to press against her rosebud. Giving it the slightest wiggle and pressure, I listened to and watched Caylee closely for any reaction. Her panting breath sped up, her moans increased. I added a bit more pressure to her anus while I pumped my fingers in and out of her box at a faster pace.
"Matt, oh my God! I- what-" Caylee seemed unable to comprehend and/or vocalize what she was feeling. I grinned, thinking to myself `something else to analyze later!'. I figured I might as well give her lots to think about for the time we would have to be "hands off". I slowly increased the power of my finger-fucking, but kept them impaled deep for a time so that I could circle my thumb around her little star.
Caylee's moans and gasps continued and her hips started to buck, likely without her conscious awareness. I held her ass with my left hand and arm and she clutched my left knee and thigh with both hands. I drove my fingers into her pussy with firm thrusts, spreading them apart to fill her more completely and seek out her G-spot. I stopped circling my thumb and pressed the pad firmly against her rear entrance, almost but not quite pushing through the tight sphincter. This allowed me to resume a constant pace of finger-fucking.
Caylee rolled her hips in reaction and suddenly tensed, letting out a cry as her orgasm starting rolling through. Using her toes to grip the tile floor, she thrust down onto my fingers to get them as far inside her pussy as she could, shuddering as she came. I felt her juices gush onto my hand and slowed my speed as I brought her down.
I rubbed my hands all over Caylee's back and ass cheeks as she caught her breath and found her strength. She slid down to her knees on the right side of the stool, looking a little boneless. She gave her head a minute to figure out it's blood flow, then pulled herself up to straddle me.
"Holy crap!" She met my gaze and looked shocked, but not in a bad way. Kind of like a `wow where was that hiding?!' kind of thing. I suspected she had a lot of really interesting and hot ideas buried in her naturally sexy brain, but Caylee likely doubted that about herself and lacked the confidence to even start exploring them. Until this summer, that is.
I laughed happily at her expression. For Caylee, saying "crap" was kinda like me using actual swear words. "Sorry I distracted you from your shower plans but I wanted to follow you into the kinky territory you were heading into." I knew my grin must be insufferably smug, my chest puffed up with pleasure at satisfying my woman with a bit of kinky play and an orgasm.
But Caylee didn't seem to mind and swooped down for a kiss. After a few moments of ravenously eating my mouth, she pulled back so our eyes could meet. I relished the look of her face - shiny and slightly sweaty, glowing with a new happiness. She still looked slightly shocked and surprised. Her blond hair was tousled and out of place. She had that beautiful "freshly fucked" expression that I dearly wished I could see in another context.
Caylee slowly lifted herself off my lap and held out both hands to me. I let her help me up from the makeup counter stool and felt my erection spring free from where I'd had it trapped. Certainly, helping Caylee dip her toes into kinkier waters hadn't done a damn thing to calm it down.
"Enough distracting me, Matt!" Caylee chided playfully. "I want you in the shower, all slippery and wet, and I won't take `no' for an answer." She turned to start heating up the water and looked back at me, expectantly.
"You're in charge!" I told her, holding my hands up and metaphorically handing over the keys. She'd allowed me to take her places; now it was her turn to explore her own desires. I admit, I was very curious to see where her shower fantasy would take us. I couldn't help the smile that stretched across my face easily at the thought. My boner also twitched it's anticipation.
"Good." Caylee seemed a little nervous but mostly just happy. She took my hands from where they were raised beside my head and positioned them at my sides, stuck against my thighs. I took the cue and stood still, allowing her to step back and look me over. Her hands started to roam and explore. We had done a hell of a lot of touching in the past couple days, but much of it was quite frantic. This was more of a calm and intentional perusal. I closed my eyes and sighed at the pleasant sensation of her hands skimming over my skin.
Caylee only gently brushed her hands over my cock, ever so briefly. I immediately opened my eyes and gave her a narrowed-eyed glare but that only made her laugh. Coming to stand behind me, she explored my back and even my butt, skimming over the outer curves. She paused (perhaps tempted to explore my ass crack?) but simply traced a finger over the upper curves.
