Free Havana Nights by Jessica Brooks Page B

came with a shudder. Then, she came violently. As she came, I began to penetrate her mouth as I would her cunt or ass, and she came again.  I thrust harder and deeper into her throat. I felt my dick pass her tonsils or so it seemed. Every one of her holes was wet now, almost sloppy and breasts were heaving.
    She struggled to lift her ass to my face. I brought my knees up alongside her head and pressed down with my dick to the point of choking her. She had no escape. She forced her ass onto my tongue, as she choked on my dick, and I rimmed her fine spotless ass with my fingers first, then tongue. I wanted to defile her ass and then fuck her mouth with my ass wetted dick. 
    I sat up, moved away from her tied, as she was and began to feel her body, reaching down to feel her wet pussy, red face, running mascara, and glistening body. She was naked helpless and completely turned on.
    I spun around her and poised my dick on her asshole. Slowly, I pressed it into her, and she arched to receive it. Fully in now, we began to move, ever more urgently. She was aware she had to ask permission to cum, and she worked my dick into herself deeply to reach that point. When she began to ask; however, I stopped. I pulled out, and stood next to her. Then, I slowly rubbed her juice on her chest. I felt for her magic spot. Fingers inserted this time into her pussy, three probed into her, and she asked again and I stopped. Then, I slapped her open labia with my open hand. Smack! Again, and again.  Each time she lifted up her crotch, rotated her ass to the sky and yelled.
                  I noticed she seemed to be crying. She knew I was going to leave her unfulfilled for the moment. She had cum four or five times, by then, having lied to me. I knew she lied, and she knew she would be punished for that, harshly.  But I really wanted to tease her until she seemed to lose control or begin endless begging to be fucked and used and wel l … whatever really. I then reached down and untied the knots that held her, and she wiggled out of the ropes.
    She relaxed and then rose off the bed, rubbing out the rope marks on her hands and feet. She knew that she would now have to present her pussy and tits for spanking for cumming without permission.  She knew she would be spanked and marked. She was coy about it at first, almost teasing me into an angrier state. She seemed to love to feel my anger, and now she knew that she would feel it as she had so many times before, expressed on the softest and tenderest parts of her womanhood.
    I wanted to raise her attention to what was about to happen. After all, what good is punishment and training if the lesson is not made clear? The punishment would be what it always was; cane stroke and lashes, generally were the means. This time, it seemed twenty lashes with the single tail right on or above her cunt clit and around her cunt lips was what I wanted to inflict and, for the last two, she would be made to hold herself open, and I would tell her first and then inflict them right on her clit.
    As each lash reached her body, she cried out and held her legs open for each strike.  When twenty had been administered, she kneeled and presented her tits. Sometimes, I hated marking them. But now, knowing how much pleasure she had stolen without permission, I had a sense of indignation. So, she was given ten each, on the nipples as much as I could.  And, she presented them to me for each strike in defiant acceptance.  When I was done, she was crying a bit, teary, really, and then stood up and modeled her marks for me.
    The Dres s … .
    I felt her marks and the heat of them, especially. I savored them as she turned, and I took time to feel her pussy and experience the wetness there. Her involuntary response of getting so wet confirmed that for all the crying and screaming, she loved what happened to her, and it stimulated her.
    As a gift to her, thanking her in part for her subservience to me, I presented her a