Free Bare Assed by Alex Algren

INDULGENCES
    Tenille Brown
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    G eorge had been caught, literally, red-handed, and he stood there, magazine in hand, red cock in hand, staring at Priscilla as if he had never seen her before in his life.
    It wasn’t that George wasn’t allowed to touch himself. It was his cock, after all, but they had agreed, he had agreed, that he would keep his hands to himself. He would keep them to himself, that was, unless they were on her.
    She had only gone to the store. She had spent five minutes at the fucking 7-11 getting a soda and already George had stuffed his hands down his pants and become reacquainted with his cock as if she had been gone for weeks.
    Calmly, Priscilla licked her lips. She removed the magazine from George’s shaky hands and flipped it open.

    There it was, tits and ass everywhere, page after page of breasts and rear ends.
    It was typical, typical that George would be drooling after something he already had. As if he didn’t live with tits and ass, as if he didn’t have complete access to tits and ass every single day.
    And like she knew it would, there it came, the pathetic stammering of an explanation.
    â€œI was just having a look and—”
    Priscilla placed her hands on her hips. “Yes, George, you were just having a look at the shiny magazine and your hand somehow found its way into your underwear and landed directly on your cock.”
    She didn’t expect a reply. She expected just what he gave her. Shame across his face, chin tucked into his chest, lips folded in embarrassment.
    Priscilla didn’t waste any time proceeding.
    â€œWell, George,” she said. “You’ve gone and done it. I guess you know what happens now.”
    And he did. George knew the routine so well that his hands automatically went to the bathroom counter and gripped the edge of the double sink. His long, toned body automatically leaned forward, putting a bend at his waist. He stepped out of the jeans that were already gathered at his ankles and kicked them aside.
    George was ready, ass poised, head bent. He was waiting to suffer his repercussions.
    Priscilla left him there and went to their bedroom. She shook her head as she flung open her closet door.

    It was the seventh time, the seventh time this month she had caught him jerking off. It was the seventh time she’d had to walk to the back of her closet and pull out her leather strap.
    She slapped it against her palm now as she headed back toward the bathroom.
    Priscilla didn’t think she was being unreasonable. Unreasonable would be denying George orgasms, turning her back on him when he reached for her in the middle of the night. But she did none of that. George could come as many times as he wanted.
    The deal was, he wouldn’t waste any of those times. He wouldn’t rub and jerk into his hands what could be, what rightfully should be inside of her.
    And it wasn’t that he didn’t fuck her, that he preferred the palm of his hand to the inside of her cunt. He fucked her regularly and he fucked her well.
    The thing was, Priscilla was thirty-eight and she didn’t have the time to waste for George to be coming inside his boxers like some horny teenager.
    A deal was a deal. Still, George had given in to this indulgence of his, and since he had indulged, she would indulge.
    But Priscilla’s indulgence didn’t involve flipping open a magazine and touching herself. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom, she cleared her throat. Yes, Priscilla’s indulgence involved touching George.
    She approached him, stopping only when she stood a few steps behind him.

    Her arm drawn back, hand high over her head, Priscilla gave her final words: “I certainly hope it was worth it, George.”
    She didn’t wait for him to respond before she brought her hand down with such force that the strap caused a whipping sound in the air. Shortly after came the crack of leather making contact with