Belt Spanking And A Blowjob
In Compelled By Bondage by F.E. Cambell, our inexperienced but deeply-kinky heroine has seduced a random fisherman to take her home and string her up by the ankles in his garage and spank her bottom. And so he does! We join the upside-down suspension and belt spanking in progress:
The third stroke of that belt across my ass was a little harder than the first two. I could tell because I cried out louder. Inside I wanted to scream for mercy and tell him that he had to stop that pain, it was killing me. But only cries of anguish and moans came out of my mouth.
Like a lot of men, Phil had always wanted to whip a girl’s bottom, to have a beautiful and very sexy woman naked and tightly bound and helpless before him. This was a sexual fantasy coming true. But he was still a gentleman, and he only delivered a dozen strokes to my bottom. Not that a dozen wasn’t enough to make me feel like my rear was on fire. He got a lot for his dozen strokes. I twisted in mid-air, contorted, jerked around and cried out my pain. With my long blonde hair flying around, it must have been quite a sight. And I’m sure, based on what I saw of it when I got home and to a mirror, my bottom was quite a sight. It was purples and blacks when I finally saw it, I suppose it was all those colors and a lot more red just after he finished inflicting the last stroke upon that tender flesh.
I was panting and tears were running up my face. Phil dropped the belt and knelt to untie my arms from the floor. I don’t know if he had planned it that way, or if it was an accident that my mouth was exactly at the level of his penis when he stood before me. My eyes were glued to that monster as it approached me. I had never seen one that large before, the boys I had sex with were certainly nothing like that.
I’ve already read that the bigger the penis, the more a woman enjoys sex. That was not what I was thinking as the beast approached my mouth. It would fill my mouth, I was sure. But there was no way that monster would fit into my vagina! My poor little pussy was just not up to taking such an over dose of male rod.
But that was not my concern at the moment. A part of my mind was repulsed as that thing neared my lips, but those traitorous lips parted to make room for it to enter. What a strange sensation! For the first time in my life a male penis was sliding slowly into my mouth! It was both horrible and fascinating. Then someone else took control and I stood helpless by while my tongue began teasing that huge invader. It ran around his rod, tickled the underside of it, and made love to it. Meantime my head began slowly moving back and forth, making the rod slide within my mouth. I noticed how I kept my mouth open wide to make sure that my teeth didn’t touch him. I noticed how deeply it slid into me at the end of each stroke. Having no basis to judge by, I could only guess that I was performing the legendary “blow job” in fine style. At least Phil didn’t complain.
For a long time I worked his penis with a combination of licking, sliding and gentle sucking. And I was amazed at the effect it was having on this man. He was making little animal noises sort of like whining with occasional gasps of pleasure. I picked up the speed until I was working his tool back and forth rapidly. At the end of each stroke, the head of his penis was pressing hard against my throat. Without even knowing what I was doing, I worked him up until his poor body could no longer take it. I felt a stiffening of his body and his rod, then he was shooting his load into my mouth. Before I could grasp what was happening, I was swallowing it eagerly.
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