#291) Spanking As It Was Meant To Be, Sex As It Was Meant…

#291) Spanking As It Was Meant To Be, Sex As It Was Meant…

The backstory: I met him at a munch. (So he was kinky like me, big plus for him!) We hit it off. I wanted to take John back to my place, but my roommate would be there until her waitressing shift at Olive Garden. So we went to his apartment, although I feel more comfortable on my own turf. I admit that I was surprised to find it immaculately clean (another big plus). John impressed me further by slowly, seductively taking off my clothes one article at a time, kissing the skin that was exposed. I was very turned-on by the time I was naked (big plus). He put me over his knee, but only spanked me until we were both aroused. (This was a negative. I would’ve loved for it to go on a while longer, to bring me to a roiling boil instead of just a simmer. But I didn’t say anything, and I shouldn’t assume that he could read minds.) He mounted me in the missionary position, which was romantic, but not the most explosive sexually. I’d rate the sex at about seven on a scale of ten. I got up to take a shower. He surprised me by joining me there just a minute later.
“I want to say something… apologize… I sometimes can’t get it up the first time with a person… I get nervous. So, I kind of rushed through things with you, just now, pleased that it went as well as it did… But it wasn’t all that it could be…”
I kissed John, thought he was sweet, wanted to give him another chance (plus). Just kissing him on the lips with him fondling my bottom got him erect right away (which impressed me a lot, plus). Then he broke-off the kiss, looked me straight in my eyes in a way I could only call a smoldering glower. (From here on, my merit-meter was rocketed off the charts with so many pluses, it wouldn’t do any good to keep track…)
“I want you to know that you haven’t done anything wrong,” he whispered as he turned me around under the hot water streaming down from the nozzle. “You haven’t been a bad girl. But I’m going to punish you like one…” He bent me over at the waist. “I’m going to spank your wet butt, hard. For a very long time. Solely because it’s such a magnificent butt..” Both of his hands rubbed circles around my roundness back there. “Because it’s such a nice, big bottom! And those adjectives DO go together…”
He was a mind-reader, or just knew enough big bottomed girls before to know that we all are a little self-conscious about it; no matter how much we’re complimented now, we never forget all the teasing back when we were young, tender hearted. He began spanking. Alternate cheeks, hard, as promised. John read my body language like I was an open book, like I was written in Braille and he had his hands all over me. He rubbed whenever the spanking got to be almost too much. He brought me to the pinnacle of a dizzying height, urging me on with his punishing hand. He brought me to the edge of that sheer cliff, teetering on the brink…
“Am I forgiven my feeble last attempt, back in the bed?” he growled in my ear.
“Forgiven and forgotten! This is spanking as it was meant to be…” I babbled.
John gave me one more spank, right across the crack of my ass, down low, so that I felt its impact in my sex, up my spine, so that it exploded in my brain as much as across my butt. He slipped his erection into me from behind, and fucked me just as hard as he’d swatted. I came, and came, and came… I wanted him to fuck me until the hot water ran out, until my hands were wrinkled and pruney, until I lost my mind. But he pulled out, turned the water off, got a fluffy towel out and wrapped me in it. I felt seduced, well spanked, well fucked, pampered, replete. Why wasn’t I completely content?
I gave him a peck on the lips like we’d been happily married for five years, and opened the towel to pull him into an embrace. There I intimated at a whisper, “You didn’t cum..”
“Nah… maybe later…”
I wouldn’t let him avoid my eyes. “I think you have trust issues, John.”
He smiled guiltily. I fell a little bit more in love with him, and tried to express that with the kiss I gave him.
“Hopefully that will come with time…” I said, inferring that I wanted to be a part of his life for a while. “If there’s anything I can do…”
We wandered back into his bedroom, I draped the wet towel over the back of a chair, got back into bed with John.
“I’m serious,” I continued, “if you’d like to do anything, just ask…”
“I want to massage you… explore your body… get to know every inch of you…” he cut me off with his earnest eagerness.
“Backside or front side first?” I wondered because it’d dictate how I should lay down.
“Front side another day, so I can spend hours licking your pussy,” he answered, helping me roll over onto my tummy. “But today is all about your butt..”
He parted me, trailed his tongue along my butt crack from the end of my spinal column down, making me shiver with the sensual sublimity of it. He kissed my anus delicately. I moaned. John french-kissed my anus. I whimpered and arched up at him, wanting more, suddenly needing him again.
“Have you ever fucked someone up the butt?” I breathed.
He shook his head as he continued reaming me.
“Have you ever wanted to?” He nodded. “I’ve done it lots of times. Want to do that with me?” He nodded some more. “I’ll talk you through it, if you trust me…” John nodded and I wanted to cry from joy, but just arched up further. “You are preparing me for it the best way known to man…” I could’ve been selfish and let him do that for an hour, but stopped him to ask if he had any lube. He pulled his tongue out, which broke my heart and scarred me permanently (just kidding), and returned with a jar of Vaseline. “Okay, that’s kind of sticky slick, whereas some gels are super slippery slick… Do you still want to do it?”
John looked like a little boy, a little boy that had only asked for one thing for Christmas, let’s say it’s a puppy. He looked at me and said, “I really want this, and I really want to do this with you!”
Again I blinked back tears of joy as I yanked the blue lid off the big jar and held it out to him as I turned tail once more. “I REALLY want to share this with you, John! Every time before was just practice for this time with you,” I enthused, hoping it didn’t sound corny because I meant it and said it with total sincerity. “Now finger a lot of this up my tooter… Yes, I mean lots of it…”
“You have such a tight little butt hole and such a nice, big butt; it’s sexy as hell!”
“I think that’s the nicest compliment I’ve ever received, John,” I smirked, knowing that he, too, was being sincere. “Even though I’m as turned-on as can be, about to explode in flames, and butt fucking is so sizzling hot, I don’t think this petroleum jelly is melting! I don’t want this to be less than perfect,” and I led him by the hand back to the shower stall. “Maybe under hot water…” and we climbed back in under the cascade of water and steam. Then I saw some hair conditioner in a pump bottle in there. I pumped a little in my hand and tested it. “Finger some of this up there, too…” I instructed as I bent over with my hands on my knees, hoping I looked seductive.
Working the white cream up my bottom sure was seductive! John used one finger, then two, and I thought my knees would buckle from the intense pleasure.
“Okay, John, I want you to do everything in slow motion! Take your time with everything you do! I trust you…”
I hoped that he’d say it back to me. Instead, he placed his erect cock head against my backdoor.
“That’s it! Nice and slow…” I kept repeating, as much for my benefit as his. “You’re in! Oh! I love this moment! It feels so big in me! Your cock is stretching me open so wide! That hair stuff really helped! Are you doing okay?”
It took a full minute for John to speak. “…Your beautiful ass has never looked lovelier! Your grip back here is so heavenly! …I think I’m falling I love with you!”
I reached back to take his free hand in mine, feeling the exact same way.
“Push into me! Possess me up my butt! Slow and steady…”
“God, your anus… that little pin-prick of a hole… looks so big now! Am I hurting you?”
“No, lover, it’s intense, mind-blowing, but not painful exactly. It’s like it fills my whole mind while filling my butt hole… Push it all the way in nice and slow… Doesn’t that feel incredible? It’s so dirty a way to fuck! I love getting fucked in the ass! … Um… By you especially!”
I’m not sure if my recovery was noted or not. John started withdrawing and then thrusting, and I was done-in.
“Oh, fuck me in the ass!” I yelled over and over. I climaxed. I knew that I clamped down on his member because it started to burn. It was the hottest fuck of my life, regardless of the orifice. I spoke unedited, unfiltered, uncensored. “John, I want you to cum! If you want to fuck my ass until my anus is worn out, I want that, too! If you want me on my knees for a facial, just say the word. I’m falling in love with you because I’ve fallen in trust with you!”
He said the magic words, “I’m… gonna… cum…!”
“That’s it! Fuck Me! Fuck me, lover!”
John came. He came inside me. He came up my butt. Groaning and grinding, and when he was done, he whispered, “I love you, too!” (And in case you didn’t know, that was the biggest plus of all.)

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