want to see if I can
make you climax with a spanking while using this vibrator."
Wendy giggled. "My ass is already throbbing and
stinging but I'm game."
Frank ran his fingers beneath her hair, caressing her
nape. "I'm having fun, sweetheart. Making you come is the hottest thing in
the world for me. And this is just the start of our adventures."
"Oh, Frank, I'm so glad."
Rhythmically Frank's hand softly struck her, sending shockwaves
through her body. E ach slap of his hand made
her pussy clench in a pulsing wave of desire. This
spanking was sensual and erotic. But that could be because of the sexy
vibrating pressure in her pussy and on her clit.
He stopped for a bit, stroking. "Look at me,
Wendy," he said and she turned her head, craning to see him. "Do you
like it?" he asked, his shrewd knowing eyes were filled with lust.
"It feels incredible," Wendy said.
Frank upped the vibrator, and Wendy gasped.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Oh, God, Frank!" she said breathlessly.
"Good," Frank said. "I'm going to keep
spanking and changing the vibrator setting around. Tell me what you like, but you
don't get to come until I say." His voice lowered. "I want to hear you
beg for it, just like in all those damn books of yours."
"Shall I start begging now?" she asked.
He laughed. "No. Wait until you're desperate."
He kept up a steady, predictable rhythm, slow at first,
and then faster, alternating cheeks. Like the strokes one might receive from a
man during intercourse, slap, slap, slap, slap.
Wendy began to pant. Skin against skin, every strike felt
good in a wanton, yet vulnerable way. She was writhing with pleasure, writhing
with pain. The burn and heat of it was building into something amazing. That
vibrator kept her on the cusp of release, she was so close! Wendy cried out
after one sharp slap.
Frank stopped. "Okay?" he asked.
"God, yes!"
He chuckled. "Good. Hold still. I'm not done
yet."
Slap, slap. The sting and burn went straight to her
pussy. Wendy found that she wanted more. Her husband was big and strong and he
was holding her down…making her submit to him.
It felt so fucking hot . Wendy was breathless. She squirmed
and whimpered and moaned.
The vibrator felt fantastic. The scent of her own arousal
filled the air, that and the masculine smell of Frank and his sandalwood
cologne. Her body quivered, her belly clenched and her womb wept while Frank
delivered slaps to her ass, one cheek, then the other. The low level sting was
both exquisite and excruciating. It made everything from her waist down throb
with heat and ache for release.
Sharp waves of intense pleasure made her shudder.
"Frank, please I need to come," she gasped.
"Soon," he said.
Wendy felt his hard hand, and the press of his hard dick,
and she knew Frank was enjoying spanking her. She imagined herself as Frank
would see her, her white ass red with multiple handprints, trembling and
shaking, while she fidgeted and wriggled against his strong thighs and cock,
enduring his blows. Accepting everything.
Submitting completely. For him.
"Frank!" she cried out frantically, surprised
that she had been capable of even saying his name.
"Come for me, Wendy," he said.
Everything tightened. Oh, God! Her whole body
began to shudder. At that exact moment Frank turned the vibrator that was
stimulating her G spot and clit to high pulse. Then he gave her two more hard
strikes, slap, slap. Her pussy was molten. Her ass was on fire.
White hot heat rolled through her and for
an instant her mind went blank. She let go as pleasure and pain combined into
something indescribable.
Wendy screamed and her whole body
stiffened as she was engulfed by a blast of sensual bliss. Her pussy spasmed, pulsing
with pure pleasure. Her scream turned into a wail as she came apart. When that
peak ended, before she was able to catch her breath, she seemed to start on
another. Each convulsion was a tiny seizure of its own: contraction,
contraction, contraction – they went on and on.
Was
make you climax with a spanking while using this vibrator."
Wendy giggled. "My ass is already throbbing and
stinging but I'm game."
Frank ran his fingers beneath her hair, caressing her
nape. "I'm having fun, sweetheart. Making you come is the hottest thing in
the world for me. And this is just the start of our adventures."
"Oh, Frank, I'm so glad."
Rhythmically Frank's hand softly struck her, sending shockwaves
through her body. E ach slap of his hand made
her pussy clench in a pulsing wave of desire. This
spanking was sensual and erotic. But that could be because of the sexy
vibrating pressure in her pussy and on her clit.
He stopped for a bit, stroking. "Look at me,
Wendy," he said and she turned her head, craning to see him. "Do you
like it?" he asked, his shrewd knowing eyes were filled with lust.
"It feels incredible," Wendy said.
Frank upped the vibrator, and Wendy gasped.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Oh, God, Frank!" she said breathlessly.
"Good," Frank said. "I'm going to keep
spanking and changing the vibrator setting around. Tell me what you like, but you
don't get to come until I say." His voice lowered. "I want to hear you
beg for it, just like in all those damn books of yours."
"Shall I start begging now?" she asked.
He laughed. "No. Wait until you're desperate."
He kept up a steady, predictable rhythm, slow at first,
and then faster, alternating cheeks. Like the strokes one might receive from a
man during intercourse, slap, slap, slap, slap.
Wendy began to pant. Skin against skin, every strike felt
good in a wanton, yet vulnerable way. She was writhing with pleasure, writhing
with pain. The burn and heat of it was building into something amazing. That
vibrator kept her on the cusp of release, she was so close! Wendy cried out
after one sharp slap.
Frank stopped. "Okay?" he asked.
"God, yes!"
He chuckled. "Good. Hold still. I'm not done
yet."
Slap, slap. The sting and burn went straight to her
pussy. Wendy found that she wanted more. Her husband was big and strong and he
was holding her down…making her submit to him.
It felt so fucking hot . Wendy was breathless. She squirmed
and whimpered and moaned.
The vibrator felt fantastic. The scent of her own arousal
filled the air, that and the masculine smell of Frank and his sandalwood
cologne. Her body quivered, her belly clenched and her womb wept while Frank
delivered slaps to her ass, one cheek, then the other. The low level sting was
both exquisite and excruciating. It made everything from her waist down throb
with heat and ache for release.
Sharp waves of intense pleasure made her shudder.
"Frank, please I need to come," she gasped.
"Soon," he said.
Wendy felt his hard hand, and the press of his hard dick,
and she knew Frank was enjoying spanking her. She imagined herself as Frank
would see her, her white ass red with multiple handprints, trembling and
shaking, while she fidgeted and wriggled against his strong thighs and cock,
enduring his blows. Accepting everything.
Submitting completely. For him.
"Frank!" she cried out frantically, surprised
that she had been capable of even saying his name.
"Come for me, Wendy," he said.
Everything tightened. Oh, God! Her whole body
began to shudder. At that exact moment Frank turned the vibrator that was
stimulating her G spot and clit to high pulse. Then he gave her two more hard
strikes, slap, slap. Her pussy was molten. Her ass was on fire.
White hot heat rolled through her and for
an instant her mind went blank. She let go as pleasure and pain combined into
something indescribable.
Wendy screamed and her whole body
stiffened as she was engulfed by a blast of sensual bliss. Her pussy spasmed, pulsing
with pure pleasure. Her scream turned into a wail as she came apart. When that
peak ended, before she was able to catch her breath, she seemed to start on
another. Each convulsion was a tiny seizure of its own: contraction,
contraction, contraction – they went on and on.
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