Slowly, I crawl over to him and I’m thinking he’s finally going to let me suck on his thick meat. "I don’t want to look at you, you hungry whore. Turn around! Put your elbows up on the coffee table and stick that ass high in the air for me!" I scurry into position, and again he beats my ass. The sting brings tears to my eyes. He’s a master when it comes to spankings. I’ve been playfully spanked once or twice before by other guys but he has it down to punishment as an art form. He elects not just to spank the fleshy, round curve of the ass cheek but also, just below the curve of the ass - right on that invisible line between the ass cheek and the upper thigh. That’s what hurts the most. Those are the hits that take me to the edge and make me fearful that one of these days he’s not going to listen when I cry out to him, begging him to stop, between my sobs and gasps for air.
Fortunately, this time he does hear me and he does listen. He stops, stands and sits down on the coffee table in front of me. He can see that he’s pushed me further than he has before and he can see that I’m about to break. He holds my head in his lap and he runs his fingers through my thick hair. He knows this isn’t easy for me. He knows he scares me. He knows I’m taking risks with him, with myself. He knows I’m struggling with wanting it and having it. "Oh baby, it’s okay. You know you’re just scared. You know I won’t hurt you. And most importantly, you know you want it." He lifts my head so that I’m looking at him, staring into those intense eyes. "You’re a sexy woman. Why you have difficulty in grasping that I don’t know. But you are. And you bring this on yourself. " He stands, unzips, drops his jeans and yanks out his cock. "Now suck it bitch."
He grabs my hair with one hand, and wraps the other around his shaft. "Open wide and stick your tongue out." I do as I’m told, opening wide, but he doesn’t feed it all to me. Instead, he teases me, giving me just the head, slapping it against my tongue, or striking me across the cheek with the rock hard shaft. I can see a few drops of pre-cum on the tip and I’m anxious to taste him. Despite his firm grasp on the back of my head, I manage to lick his swollen head and get that taste of what I’ve been craving. Rather than being pleased, he’s pissed and I feel his hand strike my cheek hard. This startles me but before I can even react, he’s ramming his cock down my throat. He fucks my face, first hard and fast and then slowing down a bit, guiding the shaft in and out of my hungry throat, allowing me to register my pleasure with soft moans. I try to stroke his head with my tongue but it’s near impossible, given that he likes to bury himself deep in my throat. When he finds that spot, he gives a soft moan himself and orders me, "Don’t move." He gags me, my eyes welling up, struggling to catch my breath. He pulls out only long enough to me to gasp for air before jamming it in again and again and again.
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