Free Covert Cravings by Maggie Carpenter Page B

just enjoyed whatever she offered and thought himself lucky.  How things were changing.
    “Faster,” he said, grabbing her hair and moving her rapidly up and down his shaft.  “Next time we do this I’ll bring a training device.”  He had read those words along with hundreds of others, but they had stuck.  When he spoke them he almost felt as if he was outside his body, watching.  It was all so natural and it felt so fucking great!  “A nice long dressage whip,” he continued, “think about that while you’re sucking me.”
    She gasped and sucked as fast as she could, his words sending a scintillating shudder through her sex. She could taste the first drops of his pre-come and brought a hand up to tickle his sack.
    “Oh yeah, baby, that’s good.  You’re doing great.  You’re earning that reward.”
    She let out a muffled groan and felt him swell between her lips.  He let her continue for a few more moments more before pulling her head back.
    “Lean over the bed,” he said, gruffly, and she stumbled up to her feet placing her torso across the sheets. 
    I’ve always wanted him to take me this way.  Oh my God.  I can’t wait! she thought.  How many times she had almost put herself there, hoping he’d like what he saw. 
    He stared at her bright red rump.  It was a delicious sight.  Her pussy was peeking through her thighs, a soft wet pink.  Taking his thumbs he spread her apart and put himself in position.
    “Ok baby, I’m going to really fuck you now.  That’s what you want, right?”
    “Oh yes.  Yes.  Please.  I’ve missed your cock,” she cried.
    “Just remember, the next time you feel like rolling away from me in the morning, or some other time you don’t feel like it, you’ll go without for a week.  Got it?”
    “Yes.  Yes.  I’ve got it.  Please, please put your cock in me,” she begged.
    The tables had turned.  She realized, lying there, desperate for his hot hard rod, how he must have felt when she denied him so often, but no sooner had the thought entered her head that he plunged forward.
    “ Oooooh, Scott ––!!”
    He fucked her hard and fast clutching her hips strongly, his fingers digging into her flesh, then slowed, slithering into her depths with long, powerful deliberate thrusts.
    “Hmmmm – your pussy feels extra good,” he murmured.  “I think that spanking must have warmed it up for me.  Perhaps I should give you a good spanking more often.”
    She wriggled at him, or rather her bottom did of its own volition.
    “Is that a yes?” he asked, lifting a hand from her hip and smacking each cheek with a good hard slap.  Her pussy twitched before she could respond.  “I think I have my answer,” he grinned, and his piston went back to work accompanied by his spanking hand.
    “ Ooooh, Scott,” she cried.  “I’m –––”
    “Oh yeah, let it go, baby,“ he said, feeling his own wave building to its crest.
    “Smack me harder,” she wailed, and he let fly with his palm, smacking her with sharp quick slaps. 
    She shrieked as she fell over the cliff, her thighs trying to close, but his feet on the inside of her legs refusing their union.  Throwing back her head she let out a low, deep yowl, and he could feel her pussy walls constrict around him.  It was all he needed.  As her orgasm began to subside, he stopped spanking and grabbed her hips surging forward, and let out a heavy groan of his own as he felt his hot cream stream into her. 
     
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    After they had showered together, and Scott had inspected her pretty punished derriere, she dressed quickly and ran downstairs to pull their dinner from the oven and set it out on the table.  Scott took his time, and after shampooing his hair, drying off and pulling on his sweats, he sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and pondered all that had happened. 
    Tonight had been a turning point.  He had actually spanked her and she had called him sir.  Her blog had put him in touch with a