by Vallen Green
Ben was almost in a frenzy now. His open palm flew up, down, and went smack! against Rain’s bottom. There was something incredibly arousing about the spanking, and he wondered why he had never thought of it when he and Rain were starting out. Well, no use thinking of what could have and should have been now. He raised his palm and brought it down harder this time. The smart slapping sound filled the air. Rain cried out, and this time, her cry was positively filled with pain. There was none of the erotic undertones that had riddled the air when Ben was pumping into her only several minutes ago.
“I know you like this, Rain,” Ben said, striking Rain’s bottom with each word. Her cries and moans filled the air, yet he wasn’t worried. He knew how much the babysitter was enjoying this. No, he felt her immensely enjoying the spanking. His lap was wet with her fluids now. The girl was aroused and getting more soaked by the minute. He understood how she felt although it was he who was doing the spanking. Being spanked was humiliating, edging on degrading. But it was also fascinating. There was something about submitting oneself to another that did wonders to one’s libido.
Ben believed that was what Rain was going through. He didn’t mind. It was only through his babysitter that he was able to live out some of his wildest sexual fantasies. Spanking happened to be one of them. He had thought of doing that to his wife, and he had actually brought up the idea once. She had rejected it faster than he could blink. He hadn’t brought it up since then.
The more Ben spanked, the wetter Rain’s pussy became. Her fair, white bottom was now bright red and covered with angry swollen splotches here and there. Her skin was raw and looked red enough to sting. Still Ben didn’t let up. His arm was getting tired and his palm was beginning to hurt and turn red itself. Still he went on spanking Rain. She, for her part, went on crying out loud. She sounded as if she was wailing. Ben was no longer worried though. The music had gotten louder downstairs, and so were the guests’ laughter. He supposed the alcoholic drinks have done their thing now. People sounded as if they were getting bolder and tipsier by the minute.
Briefly he wondered if Valerie was looking for him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Val had her plate full tonight. Some of the guests were her buddies from high school. He knew they were catching up like mad on their lives, giggling and shrieking as if they were still in high school themselves. So, no, his wife wasn’t looking for him.
“It hurts,” Rain whimpered. “Ben, it hurts. Stop it now, please stop.” Her actions were the opposite of her words, though, as she raised her swollen bottom a bit while she spoke. The sight made him laugh. The babysitter still wanted more and more!
“I’m not stopping until I say so, Rain,” Ben said. She screamed as another set of blows came down her behind, this time harder, faster, and stronger than the previous blows. Her screams aroused him. His already stiff cock grew stiffer and harder, brushing against the mound of her cunt, which was soaking wet and giving off juice like it would never stop. He would have to enter her soon. But not until she got the most sexual beating of her life.
Rain was wriggling now, trying to get off his lap. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled hard. She shrieked again but stopped moving. She was so wet now. She felt violated and humiliated, being spanked like that, like she was a little girl who did an awful, awful thing. But with the shame came the deep well of arousal. She was consumed with lust at every smack that came down her behind. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted him inside her now. The smacks were becoming painful—really, she wondered how on earth would she be able to sit, lie down, and walk these coming days—but the delicious undertone of arousal was in each and every smack. The pain was also surprisingly turning her on. She no longer thought of it as pain, in fact. For her, the pain had become almost synonymous with erotic ecstasy, a kind of drug that she wanted to have and never stop having.
“You keep still!” Ben said harshly, his hand still wound around Rain’s hair. “Once a naughty girl, always a naughty girl, I guess. Now quit moving, and let me do what I want to you.”
“You’re a bastard, Ben,” Rain said, sobbing. “You’re a fucking bastard, and I fucking hope you choke and die and rot in hell.”
Ben pushed her off his lap. The move caught her unprepared, and she tumbled off his lap and into the floor. Her words didn’t sting Ben, not at all, but he pretended they did. He stood up and looked down at her with fury in his eyes. She looked back just as furiously, but he also knew it was all a sham—an act in its finest level, something to add sparks to the fire. Oh, it excited him, this role-playing thing. His dick was standing stiffly in front of him, pulsing, vibrating with excitement at the thought of finally having something to penetrate into. At that moment, Ben loved Rain. He didn’t love her enough to leave his wife and marry her. But, God, did he love her at that moment. She may be only in her twenties, but hell, she turned him on way more than most of the women his age.
“Oh, you bastard,” she whispered, her voice choked. She was looking up at him with tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. She was a mess down the floor, but what a beautiful mess she made. Ben could stop himself no longer. He got down on the floor with Rain and straddled her.
Someone from downstairs laughed boisterously. She shrieked at the exact same moment, and the loud laughter drowned her cry. Ben hit her with a resounding slap in the face and caught her arms, pinning them down her sides with his knees. She fell back on the floor, but that didn’t stop her from getting right up again and trying to pummel him on the chest with her fists. This was, of course, impossible, considering her hands were pinned to her sides. She moved this and that, and she didn’t budge an inch. She was stuck. She glared up at her captor, her hair covering part of her face.
Ben looked back at her, almost tenderly. He was enjoying their “fights,” the roles they were playing. He pushed the hair that was covering her face.
“If you want to know what’s coming next, keep still,” he said gently, caressing her on the cheek.
She didn’t say anything, simply lay back, breathing heavily, her glorious breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. He bent down and took a nipple in his mouth. Against her will, she moaned out loud. He began to suck on her nipple, feeling it come to life and grow hard right inside his mouth. She tasted fresh and clean, with faint traces of sweat. He would have wanted to play with her other nipple using his hand, but he needed his hands to make sure she stayed in place. Rain can quite get carried away with their games. She had scratched him too hard on the back once. Fortunately Valerie was away on a trip that time, so he didn’t have any explaining to do.
Rain writhed on the floor. She was getting wet again, with Ben sucking on her breast and licking her nipple with his tongue. The domination and submission was all a game, all right, but she wanted the game to be over now, not because she was bored but because she wanted his enormous penis inside her now. Really, she could feel her organ throb and become engorged with wanting. She squirmed, her head turning to the left and right. She was going to explode soon, and she wanted Ben’s cock to be inside her when it happened.
His hand was now in her pussy, his fingers playing with her wet, soaked flesh hungrily and greedily. He groped without class, almost roughly. Her back arched, but only a little since Ben was still pinning her down with his arms and knees. She moaned louder and gave off little cries in an attempt to let off some of the intense ecstasy that was threatening to rip her body apart.
“Ben, inside me now,” she managed to gasp out. Beads of sweat broke out all over her body. She shivered and shut her eyes. She didn’t know how long she would be able to hold on now.
He felt the little tremors that were plaguing her body here and there, and he knew she was no longer kidding when she said she needed him inside her flesh right now. He nodded, reluctantly letting go of her hard pink nub of a nipple. He let go of her arms. She didn’t resist now, no longer needed to. Her lust was quickening, rising urgently. No more room for games now. It was time to get to the real thing.<
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As soon as Ben was off her, Rain quickly raised her legs and rested her calves and ankles on his shoulders. Ben grasped her legs and adjusted them and her body until he was satisfied with how they were placed. She locked her ankles behind his neck so as to be able to spread her legs wider. It worked. He quickly rose on top of her until they were face-to-face. He brushed the tip of his hard rod against the moist tender flesh of her vagina. She moaned again. The sensation was driving her mad.
“Don’t tease me, get inside me now!” she screamed, and shut her eyes. Her hands groped madly until they found Ben’s torso, and they wrapped around his chest, holding him close to her.
His cock pounded into her flesh for the second time that night. She was so wet she hardly felt anything. He thrust out and again, deeper into her this time. That did the trick. Ben’s cock was so huge and wide she sometimes wondered how she managed to keep a thing that size inside her. But now wasn’t the time to think and analyze things. She shut her eyes harder and let the sensations wash all over her.
Ben was on a roll now. He panted harshly as he pumped deep and hard into her. He slammed himself inside her with all the force he could muster. He was ripping into her, almost tearing her flesh apart, yet he was aware he wasn’t hurting her. He could get lost in the feel of her flesh wrapped around and all over his cock as he pounded in and out of her. Her hips rose in time to meet his thrusts, and quickly, they had a smooth kind of motion between them. His body started shaking uncontrollably. He knew he was about to come soon. He pounded harder, thrusting himself in and out of her flesh faster. He wanted to come right inside her wet cunt. He knew she wanted the same too.
Rain’s body, covered in slick sweat now, made slapping sounds as she raised and lowered her hips in tune to Ben’s thrusting. She opened her eyes and buried her fingers into his hair, tugging lightly in time with their thrusts and pumps as well. He groaned as she did so, and she knew he liked what he was doing. Her bottom felt sore and raw as it rubbed and slammed against the bare floor, yet she would let herself be spanked again in a heartbeat. She suspected their punishment and domineering games were just beginning. The thought excited her greatly, and that was when she felt the waves of her orgasm coursing through her.
She opened her mouth to tell Ben she was going to erupt right now, but her orgasm beat her to it. She shut her eyes again, held on tight to him, and screamed in pure ecstasy as her body shook and shuddered while the waves of unadulterated pleasure crashed all over her. She came once, twice, thrice—she lost count, almost lost consciousness even. She couldn’t believe she could experience something this wild and intense, but she was, she was! She wrapped her legs around his hips now, keeping him nice and tight inside her, not wanting him to break free and let go. He held her as her orgasm racked through her body.
Ben struggled to control himself as Rain trembled in his arms, trapped in the confines of her ripping orgasm. Watching her shake added to the fire of his own pleasure board. A few minutes later, he surrendered to the orders of his body and came himself. He would have wanted to come inside Rain’s mouth, but there was no time for that now. He cried out loud as he came, his cock held in place by her tight constricting cunt. His juice poured out of him without constraint, and he let his body do its thing. Rain, still breathless from her own orgasm, held him close as well as he shuddered violently. It appeared to her Ben’s orgasm was pretty intense as well, and the pride surge through her at that.
Ben collapsed on top of her, breathing short, deep gasps. She was breathing harshly too, and the sound of their breathing filled the silent room, even seeming to surpass the loud music and noisy chatter downstairs. No doubt about it, the party was in full swing now.
Mr. Potters Takes a Taste
Mr. Potter ran his fingers up and down Andrea’s cheek. She stiffened instinctively. She was attracted to her new boss, yes, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for this kind of . . . thing.
“Mr. Potter,” she began, but he placed his finger against her lips, silencing her. His fingers stroked her cheek again as her other hand began to move from her shoulder down to the tops of her right breast. Andrea was confused. She was uncomfortable, yet she was also aroused. She had never done kinky things with men who were much older than she was. The thought excited her. She looked up at Mr. Potter. The man maybe old enough to be her father, but Mr. Potter was more good-looking than most of the guys she dated and knew.
Mr. Potter was so handsome, Andrea thought. She decided right then and there to do what it was her babysitting boss had in mind.
“I know you want to do this, Andrea,” Mr. Potter said in his low musical voice. “I can see it in your eyes. We’ve waited too long for this moment. Now that we’re here, give in.”
Andrea gave in.
She threw her arms around Mr. Potter’s neck, pulling him close. He responded soundlessly, but his arms snaked around Andrea’s waist. Now master and babysitter were pressed close together. They looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments before the calls of their flesh kicked in again. A second later, they were fumbling for each other’s clothes, stripping each other naked in a matter of mere minutes.
Mr. Potter wasted no minute cradling Andrea’s tits in his rough large hands. From the first time he had laid eyes on the babysitter, he had been longing to feel her nice round breasts in his hands. He had been sneakily looking for ways to brush and feel against them. He had succeeded for a few times, but Andrea seemed to have caught on and had avoided him like the plague since then. But that seemed to be behind them now, he observed. Andrea was in his arms, gloriously naked as the day she was born. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled the scent of her. She smelled so fresh and clean.
Andrea arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. Mr. Potter’s hands began to move, and she moaned. His touch was gentle, yet his palms were coarse and rough. The contrasting sensations added to her arousal. She wanted her boss to never stop fondling and grabbing her.
“They’re all yours, Mr. Potter,” Andrea said in between moans.
Mr. Potter nodded satisfactorily. He bent down and suckled one sweet golden breast. The young taste of her skin flooded his mouth at once. He began to suckle greedily. Andrea pulled at his hair, but he felt more ecstasy than pain. His hands found her toned buttocks and held on there, squeezing firm flesh between his fingers.
His mouth went lower, more downward until it was barely an inch over her pussy. He clearly saw the light brown hairs covering her sex. He fingered some of the hairs before he touched the mound itself. He closed his eyes and inhaled the womanly scent. He flicked out his tongue and tasted a bit. Andrea gasped loudly. Her hips bucked, and the hands on Mr. Potter’s hair gripped even tighter.
“Mr. Potter, what are you doing?” she moaned out loud, even though she already knew what he intended to do.
“This, Andrea,” Mr. Potter answered. “This.”
His tongue found its way inside Andrea’s soaking pussy. The babysitter gave several cries of ecstasy that echoed loudly all over the huge living room. Encouraged by her moans and groans, Mr. Potter moved his tongue in and out of her cunt even faster, slithering his tongue in, pushing it in as much as he could. He could taste her now: the soft, delicate meat of her pussy, the exotic, slippery feel of her body fluids, and the round gentle curves of her swollen pink lips. He sucked on one, and she cried out even louder. He sucked harder, almost to the point of pain before he withdrew his mouth and clamped them over the entire outside part of her organ.
Andrea was delirious with lust, ecstasy, and pleasure. She was going to come any minute now, she was sure of it. The delicious intensity was shooting from every point of her body, coursing through her. She sneaked a look at Mr. Potter. He was bent over her cunt, which was in his mouth. He looked very serious in his goal to drive her wild with pleasure. She got one of his hands and placed it over one of her breasts. His hand fondled her tit. She held his hand in place with her own.
Mr. Potter was sucking on Andrea’s
clit now. She wrapped her legs partially around his neck, bringing her pussy even closer to his face and mouth. He answered by sucking harder and at the same time inserting a finger inside her cunt. The intensity shot up a hundred levels more. This time she was positive she was going to come.
Andrea opened her mouth to tell Mr. Potter she was about to orgasm, but her orgasm beat her to it. She came right into his mouth, which was still wrapped over her jewel. She shrieked in ecstasy as her juices gushed from her cunt and right into Mr. Potter’s waiting mouth. His eyes flew open in surprise as he felt her come flow into his mouth, but he composed himself in a minute and caught her juices eagerly, almost hungrily. His finger inside Andrea’s pussy never stopped moving, causing her to come again and again.
Her knees gave away, and she collapsed on the floor. Mr. Potter, his mouth smeared with Andrea’s juices, caught her. He held her in his arms as he planted his juice-filled mouth over hers. She tasted herself in the torrid kiss. She welcomed her taste with open arms.
Mr. Potter broke their kiss. He smiled.
“We’re just getting started, Andrea,” he said.
