Subject: The Inelegance of Desire-
M/F, spanking and lotsa sex
From: Michele <bookchick@audiophile.com>
Date: 1998/04/01
Relaxing against the pillows, my spanked bottom momentarily forgotten, all I can think about is giving Mark the pleasure he has so recently given me. "I want to suck your cock, Mark," I murmur, smiling at him, then giving him a deep long kiss, tasting the lingering pungency of my sex on his tongue. "I want you to cum in my mouth."
I feel his hand in my hair, yanking it a little. "You are a bad little girl, aren't you Michele. Talking so lewdly. Being so forward. You know that this kind of behavior means more punishment, don't you?"
I blush and lower my eyes, but Mark tugs more firmly on my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes. His other hand strokes my ass, still warm and tender from my most recent spanking, and I wince, then shiver at the thought of his hand descending on my bottom yet again. But it's a price I'm willing to pay, if only I can take his cock in my mouth.
"Yes, sweetheart," I assent, then free myself from Mark's hands so that I can slide down his body.
Suddenly I am so hungry for the taste of him. Shifting my weight so that I am on top of my lover, I slide down his body, planting soft kisses on his shoulders and chest, my tongue leaving a wet trail that leads to his pubis. I feel his hands on my shoulders, firm and strong, urging me downward.
I slide his penis into the wetness and heat of my mouth. It is soft, and I suckle it gently, protectively, almost, my tongue rippling against it. I love feeling his cock swell and harden in my mouth, and as it lengthens Mark moans in pleasure, his fingers caressing and massaging my scalp, my temple. I continue to suck steadily, rhythmically, on his erection,delighting as it grows and hardens.
His cock is fully erect now, and he's begun to thrust his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I cup his balls with one hand, feel how tight they've become, how snug they are against his body, and know that he's close to orgasm. But I don't want Mark to cum.
Not yet.
So I change the rhythm of my cocksucking. My tongue slides around the ridge of the glans, over and over, dabbling at his urethra, savouring the taste of pre-cum. Suddenly I suck his cock all the way into my mouth, until my lips can touch the wiriness of his pubes. Just as quickly I pull back, so that only the head of his dick is in my mouth. I rim it with my tongue, mouth it softly with my lips as my fingernails scratch oh-so-lightly up and down the shaft. The caresses tantalize and torment, but are not enough to make my lover cum.
"Michele . . ." Mark sighs protestingly, but I just laugh, enjoying the power I have over him at this moment.
I'm feeling a little cramped, positioned as I am, facing Mark, legs close to the edge of the bed, so as I suck I begin to shift my body, until we are head to tail, my face buried in his crotch, my ass raised a little as I take my weight on one elbow and grasp his cock with the other, jerking him off into my mouth with a steady motion.
Now I feel Mark's hand on my bottom, strong fingers lightly tracing the faint bruises left from my last spanking, squeezing my chastised buttocks. I groan a little in protest and am rewarded with a sharp spank across the swell of my left cheek. I pull my mouth off his cock. "Mark," I groan protestingly, and am spanked again, his hand cracking sharply against my right globe this time.
"Keep sucking, Michele," my chastizer advises me. "And make it good. You've already earned one spanking for your lewd behavior. You don't want another for failing to please me, do you?"
His hand descends yet again, leaving what I imagine to be a fiery palm print in its wake, and yelping a little, I return to the admittedly enjoyable task of pleasing Mark.
Now I'm licking his erection like some obscene lollipop, my tongue gliding quickly up and down its length. "Suck it, sweetheart," he orders, giving my raised butt another smack, but I'm determined to tease Mark. I burrow my nose into his pubic hairs, enjoying the funky, hot smell of his crotch, the wiry hairs tickling my cheeks.
CRACK- my stubbornness is rewarded with another spank. It hurts more than Mark probably realizes; my earlier, protacted punishment has left my bottom bruised and tender, and I'm unprepared for the pain. But I want this blowjob to last as long as I can, to give Mark this gift, no matter how painful it is for me.
"Suck it, babe." Mark's voice is firm and quiet, but I can hear the authority behind it, even as I'm determined to resist it for as long as possible. I take his cock in my hand and rub it across my face; it leaves a sticky trail of arousal on my cheeks, chin and eyelid. The skin of his cockhead is so soft, like a baby's skin, like rose petals, and I caress my face with it again and again.
SWAT SWAT SWAT- my determination to control Mark's pleasure is punished again, and I cry out, tears springing to my eyes, my butt dancing and weaving as I try to avoid this chastising hand. "Don't-please don't, Mark-" I beg, one of my hands slipping backward to protect my aching, reddened bottom. He thrusts my hand away.
"Then suck me, Michele." His voice and request are so reasonable. Why I am I so unwilling to submit? My hungry mouth searches out his balls, and I lave them with a dripping tongue, sucking at the fine, downy hairs, rolling the testicles, one at a time, in the moist cavity of my mouth. "Oh god, you are the sweetest cocksucker, babe," he sighs, even as he gives my right thigh a firm swat.
Desperately I suck and lick his balls; it's like I can't get enough of Mark's body. I want to ferret out every taste, explore every inch of him. Dimly I am aware of the saliva coating my face and his crotch. I can hear my own heavy breathing and cries of pain as he spanks my arched rear again, hear the snuffling, snorting sounds I am making as I suck his balls.
Seldom is there elegance in desire.
But now I want him to cum, want to taste the semen sliding down my throat, so regretfully I wipe my sweaty, saliva-coated face on the inside of his thigh. Greedily I suck Mark's cock into my mouth.
Slowly. Very slowly.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK- his hand lands mercilessly on my bottom, each blow exquisitely painful. My ass throbs and I choke a little on Mark's cock; the pain makes it difficult to concentrate on his pleasure.
"Deeper, Michele. Take me deeper."
My cheeks hollow as I take him as deep as I can into my mouth, feeling the cockhead nudge at my throat, until I gag a little. My nose nudges and roots at his pubes, and for a few moments I suck this way, my head still, my mouth pulling strongly at the base of Mark's erection, but otherwise unmoving, delighting in the fullness, the presence of his dick as it fills my mouth. He spank my ass yet again, and I feel tears begin to trickle down my cheeks, an obscene baptism of his cock.
Now I begin to suck his cock, my mouth moving steadily, quickly, up and down the shaft, my lips sucking hard at the glans, then sliding down his prick. Over and over. From cockhead to base. Again and again. I am first rewarded for my obedience with a gentle caress of my pussy, then punished for my wantonness with yet another stinging blow to my arched and presented bottom.
I struggle to create as much suction as I can, trying not to be distracted by the heat, pleasure and pain radiating from my chastised buttocks. My cheeks hollow then balloon as I suck, my jaw aching with the effort. With one hand I grasp the base of Mark's dick, squeezing in rhythm with the movements of my mouth, so that his entire cock is always being caressed. His hips drive upward to meet my mouth in some primal, matching rhythm to my cocksucking, and he spanks my ass in tandem.
"God, when will his hand get sore?" I think despairingly.
Mark is moaning continuously now, lost in a place beyond words, hips bucking beneath my mouth, and I know that he is so close to climax. Even as one hand clenches the thick base of his cock, with the other I gently caress his balls, wrinkled and tight in their sac.
Sucking wildly on his cock now, my lips feeling as bruised and raw as my ass, my mouth moves rapidly up and down the shaft, my free hand masturbating him as I take my weight on my elbows. Abruptly I suck his shaft as deeply into my mouth as I can, feeling it slip past my throat muscles as my cheeks milk it.
With one sharp cry Mark gives my bottom a final spank, then starts to cum, semen spurting warm and viscid down my throat. I swallow it eagerly, my mouth working convulsively.
"Michele-Michele-" he calls out, lost in the pleasure I have given him, and a feeling of gratification surges through me. I savour the taste of Mark's cum, letting it pool in my mouth, as orgasm surges through him.
As his spasms ease, I pull my mouth gently from his cock, my tongue swiping at the beads of cum shimmering on the glans. Mark moans protestingly, his cockhead grown sensitive and tender.
Grasping my thigh, Mark urges me to turn toward him, then tugs me into his embrace. I give him a long, lingering kiss, and now it is the flavour of Mark's desire that we share as he licks the traces of his cum from my swollen lips.
I burrow against his chest and feel his hand moving caressingly through my hair, then sliding down my back to cup my aching bottom. I hiss and wince.
"You're such a naughty girl, sweetheart," Mark sighs. "Such wanton, bad, behavior." His voice trails off in contemplation of my further punishment at his capable hands.
"But naughty in a good way, I hope." There's laughter, but also a hint of uncertainty, in my voice.
"Oh definitely. Definitely." he admits, kissing my forehead. "But that won't stop me from giving you the discipline you deserve."
Mark's voice is both kind and firm.
I shiver a little at his words, content for now to lie in his arms.