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By *renz OP Man
over a year ago
Between Chichester and Havant |
I'd been messaging Dave and Marisa for several months. We'd been exploring each others likes and dislikes, our messages beginning to focus on one subject. As the trust built between us, I was eventually invited to their house. We already had discussed what we wanted to happen, now it was just a case of putting it into practice.
I arrived at their home, 1pm and knocked on the door. It was opened by Dave, who shook my hand and invited me in. He led me through into the sitting room, which was bathed in natural light, exactly as I'd hoped.
Standing on a rug was Marisa. Dressed in a white blouse, three buttons undone, showing me her cleavage, her nipples poking into the fabric of the blouse as she wore no bra. Dressed to my instructions. She also wore a mini skirt that came just below the cheeks of her bum, showing off the red underwear I had particularly asked for, the same as she wore in her profile avatar. Black stockings and suspenders completed the outfit. She stood stock still, head up looking forward as I approached her from behind. I stood behind her for what was seconds but for Marisa it would have seemed an age. I saw a shiver run over her body. Not because she is cold, but because of what she is imagining. I walk slowly around her, looking her up and down until I am standing behind her again. I tell Marisa to place her hands just above her knees and to keep her legs straight. In doing so her skirt rides up allowing full access to her. I bend over myself taking in the view, the red underwear taut across the firm bum, framed by the stockings and suspenders. I look closer and call Dave over. I point at an area between her legs and ask Dave if the dark staining is her wetness soaking into the material. He agrees that it is. I stand up and say, "She must be ready then!"
i walk over to a dining chair placed in the centre of the room and sit down. Straight backed with a firm seat, a good height. I call Marisa over and pat my lap, telling her to take the position we had previously discussed. Marisa lays herself across my lap, making sure her arse is given maximum exposure for what is about to be administered. I rub the flat of my hand over the lovely flesh and material, feeling the firmness beneath, I rub the dark stain, pushing the material into the folds, a gasp escaping her lips, the first sound she has made. But not the last. I lift my hand, just a few inches and bring it down on the right cheek. A slight grunt from Marisa. I repeat, the same place before moving across to the left. Again repeat. I move back to the right, firmer this time. Marisa bends her leg up, so I push it back, another, again firmer, the sound now clearly heard, the colouring on her arse deepening to a darker red, starting to look sore. Two more to the left, again firmer, a cry from Marisa. Another two in the same spot. This time Marisa reaching back trying to protect her vulnerable arse with her hands. I grab them, holding them, preventing her from covering the redness of her arse. She starts to wriggle as two more are delivered. All in all ten strokes of my hand is administered to each cheek leaving them looking very red and warm I imagine. I pull her knickers down letting them fall to her ankles, I caress her arse, rubbing my hand over it, soothing it, feeling her relax back into my lap. I reach between her legs, rubbing between her lips, feeling the wetness in between. I push one finger, another inside her working them slowly in and out. Now she is moaning, opening up her thighs, giving me more access. I continue working her up, before asking if she is ready to be fucked? She nods her head, unable to speak from the pleasure she is receiving from my fingers.
"Ten more then" I say, withdrawing my fingers. She starts to protest, trying to remove herself from my lap. I tell her she should remain where she is, if she wants my cock! I tell her five more on each bare cheek and she must count them and thank me. She says she's not sure she can take any more. I rub her clit, telling her she can. She must focus on the warmth she will be feeling, the sensation of each hand as it falls, the sound, just focus on the being. She agrees and we settle down again. I raise my arm and then drop it, the sound sweeter this time on bare skin. "One, thank you! Two, thank you" and so on until all ten are delivered. I bend forward planting kisses where it looks the sorest, telling her she has been a good girl for me.
I tell her to remove herself from my lap and to drop to all fours, as I undress. I move between her legs, pushing two fingers straight in to her, fucking her with them to the brink of orgasm. Which i deny. Replacing my fingers with my cock, I fuck her slowly building up speed as I hear sighs and moans escape from her lips. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cries as I pound her, pushing my hips against his sore arse. But she doesn't notice or doesn't care as she reaches the cum I had previously denied. I can feel myself reaching the end straight, speeding up ready to empty myself within her. I fill her womb with my cum.
As I separate from her, I look down to see a very red arse, a well fucked pussy, Marisa's hair disheveled but with a large smile on her face of satisfaction and contentment as she lies, slumped on the floor. |
