Back to his Hotel room

I drank far too much champagne over our dinner date and we were both drunk as we stumbled through the door of his hotel room . He grabbed me with his strong manly hands and kissed me .............. I was horny as fuck for him and I ran my hand down to his zipper and pulled it down .

His cock was hard as a rock and he started to undress me with an urgency of a wild man .

Our clothes were now lying crumpled on the floor and he picked me up in his strong arms and lay me down on the bed , he sat on the edge of the bed and we kissed and then he went down a little and kissed my nipples . He was slapping and pinching my pale wobbly arse , and I squealed every time he did it

My heart was racing , I just wanted a good fucking

Soon I was on my knees in front of his huge rod-like cock sucking it briefly before nakedly climbing into position over his lap, presenting my soft pale bare arse to him for his cruel attentions, in an act of wonderful intimacy and submission.

It feels thrillingly degrading and perverse in itself, then when his bare hand connects with my buttocks with a satisfyingly loud smack, I feel perfectly right and perfectly wrong all at once. Spanking results in a kinky cocktail of emotions which are satisfying to a deeper level than the superficial pain endured to unlock them.

I was so wanting him by now , his teasing before, during or after the vicious slaps -by exploring outside then between my buttocks with his masterful fingers- help keep my arousal piqued and my body ready receive whatever he believes it deserves.


I just wanted him inside me .............

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