It’s time for my counter-attack. Bending backward even more, I manage to trap his dick in between my ass. With a smile of triumph, I start moving my hips up and down, stroking it slowly.
“Fine, since you insist… I’ll have to teach you some manners!”
He grabs my arm and pull them behind me like he’s about to handcuff me but instead, he guides my hands to my buttcheeks.
“Let’s play a game, shall we? Give me a number in between 1 and 100?”
I catch the reflection of the clock in the windows. After a moment hesitation, I pick the minutes.
“25.”
“It is your last word?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect! You just won 25 spanks! And you’re going to give them to yourself!”
He takes a step back, tearing his body away from me. I’m a little disappointed until I spot him grabbing his dick in the window. Realising he just wanted to appreciate the view, I make sure to arch my back as much as possible as I start awkwardly slapping my own ass.
“I told you to spank yourself, not to play drums on your fat ass! Come on, hit yourself like you mean it, slut!”
Afraid to disappoint him, I start hitting myself for real this time. I may be going a little overboard actually. By the time I’m done, my palms and my cheeks are burning.
“Why did you stop?”
“I did it 25 times?”
“No you didn’t. You’re only up to 11.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The first 14 spanks didn’t count, you weren’t hitting shit!”
I open my mouth but close it at once, admitting defeat. I resume my spanking. Spanking yourself is a lot harder than to simply be spanked. You really need some strong willpower to go through with it. I have to stop two more times to cope with the pain before I can make it to 25. When I’m done, my palms hurt more than my ass.
“Good job, I’m proud of you!”
He pulls me by the hips and squatting right behind me, starts kissing and licking my wounded ass. Surprisingly, this makes me feel especially shy. I can feel my face turn pink for the first time tonight. The feeling of his lips and tongue on my battered skin feels amazingly refreshing and erotic.
His fingers run along my legs to my hips and sliding under my underwear, pull them down to my mid-thighs. I can feel my heartbeat increasing as anticipation starts growing inside me. His tongue slides down my crack. I spread my legs wider and push my ass toward him almost as a reflex. He grabs my asscheeks gently but firmly and spread them up. His tongue goes in, so deep his nose soon follow. It always feel so weird to get conscious of your own butthole, to feel the wet saliva, the warm breath… I sneakily start stroking my dick.
His tongue slowly digs its way inside me. I did my homework before coming: I know it’s warmed up enough to take a lot more than just the tip of his tongue but there’s no rush. I’m happy to enjoy the cruise when it includes a tongue cleaning my hole.
My balls disagree unfortunately and before I know it, I can feel my cum boiling deep in my loins. I let go of my dick in urgency but it’s too late: not amount of kegels can stop me from coming. All I manage to do is to ruin my orgasm. My dick twitches sadly as spurts of watery cum seep down its shaft.
“What was that?”
His hands are still stretching my butthole opened, I can feel his breath tickling it. I’m too ashamed to answer him however. Grabbing my hips, he forces me to face him. My face is burning worst than my butt. I feel like a little child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. This is so humiliating…
He observes the mess before looking up to me.
“You really can’t control yourself, can you? That’s why your diet never last more than 3 days…”
“I’m sorry” I finally mumble, avoiding his eyes.
To my surprise, he starts cleaning my dick with his own mouth. I almost start with surprise. I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I felt my dick inside his mouth. Our positions are usually swapped. It feels so sudden I don’t know if I’m aroused or embarrassed. He’s a like a vacuum cleaner, breathing in every drop of my cum.
Lips tight, he stands up. He’s taller than me, I have to look up to make eye contact. He’s so close, his erection is rubbing against my half limbed dick. He grabs my ass and pulls me toward him to give me a deep kiss. As I open my mouth to welcome his tongue, he transfers all the cum he gathered back in my mouth.
Now this make more sense.
I snuck my body against his, feeling his erection crushing my half-limbed dick and kiss him back. Our tongues wrestles for a while in a mixture of our saliva and my own cum before he decides to break the spell.
“Swallow it all for me!”
His sudden domineering tone sends shivers down my spine. Maintaining eye contact, I gather all the sticky mess in my mouth and swallow it loudly. It takes me a couple more tries to get it down. When I’m done, I open my mouth wide to show him.
“Good job!” He grins, wiping my lower lips with a swipe of his thumb. “But you still look hungry to me…”
He grabs me by the neck and forces me down on my knees.
“How about getting second?” He grins, rubbing his dick against my nose.
Now this is where I belong. On my knees, pleasing another, stronger male. Suddenly feeling famished, I throw myself at his dick and start blowing him like my life was on the line. Breathing loudly, I slurp it in up and down, moaning without any restraints. The sluttier I act, the hornier I become. I pull it out and lick his shaft and balls like I’m a beast grooming another.
“Your dick feels so good” I whisper, almost out a breath. “Thank you so much for making me your bitch!”
I start jerking him off, fast and hard. My mouth stays near his tip, breathing heavily on it, like a beast on the prowl. His face is contorted with pleasure. I feel so gratified, so useful! I pull my hand all the way down his shaft and start sucking it again. Meanwhile, I keep stroking him. Sucking and jerking at the same time require a bit of time to get in the groove but I soon get into it and so does he. His grunts answer my moans. He starts thrusting his pelvis in rhythm with me. I can’t tell if it’s conscious or unconscious but I welcome his initiative with gusto.
I wrap my arms around his hips, grabbing his ass tightly, and start pushing my head down everytime he thrusts, impaling my throat on his meat deeper and deeper… My moaning turns into wet, gagging noises. He must like it because he suddenly starts thrusting harder. My throat is taking a beating but I soldier on.
I don’t even have the ability to suck now, I just stand still, mouth wide open, being pounded like a pussy. Pathetic, helpless, gargling sounds punctuates his thrusts as I became a living, breathing fleshlight. Sticky drool is oozing from my mouth. I can’t stop blinking, either to try to get rid of the tears or because the attacks on my throat are too much to bear.
I wish time would stop right here and now. I wish I could be stuck in this loop for all of eternity: endlessly getting skull fuck like a whore. This feels so overwhelming, so powerful, so fulfilling I forget about everything else. A piece of meat being used without mercy. That’s what I am… that’s all that I am… and that suits me fine. This is the most liberating feeling in the whole universe.