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Campaign Party - part two
Marc smoothed his hands across her waist. Full, heavy breasts rested in bra inserts. Removing them, her tits tumbled over his hands, full and warm. Marc crushed them as hard as he could, flattening them against her body, pulling them hard; then squeezing them until they flowed through his fingers. Grabbing her nipples, Marc pulled hard, stretching them out and then stretching them further. His cock roared. He’d waited a long time to hold these globes and now he had them, slapping, pinching, and pulling; he was in no rush to let them go.
Jaye moaned and swayed as he gripped her tits harder and harder. Screams of pain and passion rose in her throat. “Marc?” she gasped yet he just squeezed her nipples tighter. Twisting them wickedly, he’d then smooth her skin; softly, gently massaging them, caressing them. Bending his head, Marc suckled, gently biting into the side of her breast. Jaye cupped his head, feeding him her abundance. Rumbling, Marc wrapped his hands around hers, cupping her even higher.
“Grab Henry now!” he rumbled between nips, maneuvering her hands to his cock. Finding his zipper Jaye lowered it to free his cock. Passion grabbed Marc through her roaming fingers; he surged as her trembling hands played up and down his cock. Cupping her ass, Marc found he could rub her cunt and suck her tits at the same time. He was a happy man. Raising one hand to her mouth; he smoothed his fingers over her lips; uttering a simple command, “Eat.”
Jaye sucked his fingers into her mouth, licking each one, tonguing his palm, tasting her creamy juice. Horrified at her behavior, she screamed inside, “What are you doing!?!?! Where is your mind?”; as her mouth ceded to his demands.
Turning her from him, Marc pressed his weight into Jaye, lowering her to her knees. Walking over to the window, he’d thought about letting the world watch but changed his mind and closed the drapes. Going to the door, he double locked it and turned on the radio. From the end of the bed, Jaye watched his movement as he stopped besides her, “Do you have any scarves?”
“In the top drawer babe,” Marc removed a selection of her scarves. Taking one, he tied her ankles together. Repositioning her on the corner of the bed he spoke, “hands please.”
Oh Boy, Jaye thought, and here we go. In the warmth of the room goose pimples skimmed her flesh, yet she flushed under intense gaze; her arousal fighting apprehension to dominate her emotions.
Following his order, she felt him tie her wrists, behind her neck, slipping a second scarf between her corset ties, securely anchoring them behind her head. Bending now, Marc reached under the bed to find the leg. Checking back in the drawer, the scarves were too short for what he wanted to do but he found a pair of pantyhose that would do fine, he didn’t want her wearing pantyhose anyway, it was in the rules. Looping them around her lower thighs, he tied them to the bed leg, ensuring that her movement was safely restricted.
Her upturned ass was inviting and he fondled her cheeks, patting them and pinching them at his leisure. Darting his fingers between her legs he flicked her clit, laughing when she jumped. Her pussy so deliciously inviting, Marc could not resist, he bent over kissing first one cheek, then the other, slapping them between rubs and nuzzles, he welcomed her spreading warmth as he felt Jaye gyrating beneath his hands, her colorful restraints preventing much more than deep-seated spasms. Marc knew that trepidation coupled with passion was overwhelming her senses and she pounded towards a climax. A few sharp slaps to her ass slowed that inevitability. There would be none of that until he was ready and he wasn’t ready. First, they had to attend to some serious business.
Marc stood up; stepping back to take off his suit jacket and tie, he tucked Henry back into his trousers. Then, rolling up his sleeves, he knelt behind Jaye, hugging her close from behind. For a moment they lingered, taking an opportunity to simply exist. Then, wrapped in his arms, Jaye looked up and Marc kissed her.
Their tongues wrapped around each other, smooth lips, sucking, touching pulling deeper and deeper. His warm body enveloping hers, Jaye rested, gazing at his face. She knew he intended to whip her. Although he hadn’t said it explicitly yet, it was the cause of their final blow-up; whether she deserved to be punished for her irresponsible behavior. He’d sworn the first time he got his hands on her she would be disciplined, severely for her lack of focus. She swore he wouldn’t, that she didn’t deserve it. Well, funny how things change when you are finally confronted with the man you love and forced to be accountable.
Finally, Marc spoke, “Woman, you know I’m going to whip your ass. You earned this whipping and many more but you will take this and we will start over with a clean slate, you hear me? You will not cuss and disrespect me. You will be mindful of yourself and take care of my prize. When I tell you to do something it is because I see something in your behavior that needs to change to help you. If I say it will help you be safer and stronger, then I expect you to follow my word young lady, do you understand?”
Jaye nodded, she’d known this day was coming and as she knelt there she mentally prepared herself for the punishment to come. After more than a year of reaching out to each other and almost half a year of fighting, they were going to be on the same page again. Jaye trembled inside, knowing this punishment would be long and harsh, the slate was loaded with charges and they all had to be wiped clean. But as she looked at the man leaning heavily over her, gazing into her eyes; she did not fear him. Jaye surrendered herself to Marc, finally accepting his place in her life and the impending events that would bind them together tonight.
“Woman we may fight, we may battle, but you must respect me. You are being punished for your bad behavior that is all. We will deal with everything else in due time but tonight, this is about cleaning the slate. Do you understand?” Jaye nodded again. She looked so pitiful Marc almost changed his mind, almost. But he didn’t, leaning forward, he kissed her deeply once more, then he stood; unbuckling his belt he looked around the room …. for… something. Finding a leather card carrier he held it to her lips, “Bite on this, it will help.” She smiled before accepting it between her teeth. Pulling a pillow down, he set it under her head. “This will make you a little more comfortable, ok babe?”
Jaye smiled ruefully at his ministrations, considering he was about to take almost two years of pent up frustration out on her upturned rump, at least he was being thoughtful.
Moving to the radio, Marc increased the volume a little more and turned on the air conditioner. The floor had seemed deserted with all the big wigs still downstairs partying – but you couldn’t be too careful. Grabbing a hairbrush from the dresser, Marc added it to his arsenal along with his strap; Jaye would be fully spanked when this was over. Touching her head, he moved his hand lower and began caressing her mounds, her skin was cool to his touch, but not for long.
Resting a hand on her lower back, he started slapping her bum firmly but not heavy, moving back and forth across her butt cheeks. The jiggling, bouncing flesh captured his attention. Marc knew for punishments to be truly effective they must be separated from sex – but once punishment time was over; well all bets were off.
He increased the tempo and the intensity of his slaps. Driving his palm deep in her butt, the jiggling deepened as well. Not pink, her tan flesh immediately went to a dusky rose and started to warm under his hands. Soft pants and startles told him she awakening to the seriousness of the situation. The reality of her spanking was settling in now. Despite herself, she arched and rolled her hips, her full flesh dancing under his hand, heating to his gaze and his palms.
Soft grunts emitted from her pursed lips and she rocked forward on the bed. Securely restrained, he wasn’t worried she would hurt herself and she was freer to release her emotions and accept her punishment as they progressed. Jaye need not focus on maintaining position, only on accepting the pounding that was blazing across her butt.
Jaye’s was hurting but she was still breathing. Marc’s hand felt like a flat bread board, solid and inflexible. Striking her butt over and over, he was relentless in his focus but she was determined not to cry out. Jaye just wanted to accept what Marc delivered like a big girl but that was getting harder and harder. Pain chased across her ass followed by burgeoning heat. Spewing his card carrier from her lips, she pressed her face deeper into the pillow. It did not matter. Her pussy cat mewling; the soft sighs and pants from her lips steadily increased along with the rising intensity of his blows.
Reaching over, Marc picked up the brush, moving the flat cool wood across her simmering cheeks; he started laying heavy, even strokes on her ass. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Jaye squealed and shook her ass to get away from the rain of pain. But like waving a red flag in front of a bull, waving her red ass in front of Marc only made him charge more. He thought about her stubbornness, her irresponsibility, her temper, becoming even ore determined to change her behavior. Marc increased the pressure of his blows, sinking them deeper and deeper into her ass.
“I told you, you did not want to know what would happen if you broke too many rules, if you kept putting yourself at risk. When you endanger yourself, you endanger me and I will not have it. Do you understand me woman?” Marc’s resolve was unwavering.
Jaye yelped and pleaded now, softly, urgently, promising begging. Her pants were even faster as fire raced across her ass under his assault. Please baby, please she begged over and over but still Marc spanked on. At one point even placing his hand at the small of her back, forcing her ass up higher – he rained heat on her tender sit spots, and exposed inner thighs; driving home his determination with each punishing blow.
Jaye lost track of time, all she knew was the relentless pounding into has ass. The slap, slap, slapping sound that delivered a scorching grief to her defenseless ass. Jaye was screeching now and pulling at her restraints but it was useless, she was being punished like never before.
Marc watched under his brush as her bum turned a deep red from ass cleft to mid-thigh and she trembled under his hands. His cock was rock hard, she was before him, on her knees coming to terms with his dominance. Slowly, surely, to the repetitive beat of his hand, the brush, Marc, brought her to acknowledgment and acceptance of her place, their place in each others lives. He’d never let her go. Jaye would know she was his queen, his priceless jewel; but he’d protect her – even from herself.
Finally, setting down the brush, Marc stood and began unbuckling the strap he promised her months before.
Jaye sobbed into the feathered pillow. Hearing the swish as the loops released his belt she knew this trial by fire would continue. It’d go on and on until he decided it was over. Her ass throbbed, pressure wrapping around her thighs – pulsing through her core. She wanted it over, she wanted it to continue. She him to more through her, release her from her guilt. Deliver her to his heart.
Crack, his strap whipped out slamming across her cheeks, drawing a ragged gasp. Her limbs were secure in the scarves resisted flailing. But the strike took her breathe away. Marc reached down to her ass, smoothing across her skin, where he felt the beginning ridges of the welts to come. But Jaye was frozen, suppressing sobs as tears flowed down her cheeks, barely breathing. He squeezed her shoulders, rubbing her neck, “Breathe baby, breathe, you’re okay.” She shuddered, drawing her breath, tears flowing freely into the pillow. “We’re almost done. I want you to remember this and every time you do I want you to remember what I will do to protect what’s mine”
Marc raised his belt again and brought it down again, and again, and again, back and forth, cheek to cheek, her ass quickly deepened to a reddish purple. She rocked back and forth, but her ass was securely presented for his chastisement and chastise he did. “I will not fight with you over every single thing darling’. You have to listen to me, you have to trust me, learn some respect woman!” Marc lectured on and on as he flailed her ass with his strap. He stopped to check her ass. It was dark red, with serious deep purple welts.
Jaye was sobbing so hard her breath tore in her chest. Begging for mercy, her hips rocked back and forth, she sobbed out her pleas to Marc’s ears. “Please baby please, I promise, I'll be good, please baby, please baby, no more, no more, please stop, please, I'm sorry, I'll be good, I promise. Please, I promise I will be a good girl.
Smoothing his hands across her blazing ass Marc almost stopped, almost gave in. Looking into her tear-stained beautiful face, He knew he had to finish for her and for them.
“Almost baby, we are almost finished” And again he raised his arm, delivering sting slaps with his belt, 8, 9, 10. On he went for twenty more strikes before finally stopping.
Sinking to his knees behind her again, Marc stretched his hands over her, leaning so his face was near hers but his body weight elevated, avoiding her now throbbing ass. He held this position as she cried. “I love you darling, I love you.” Reaching down, he untied her thighs and ankles. Sliding his hands behind her neck he released her arms and then her wrists, stretching them out as she continued to weep. Plucking her from the floor Marc carried her to the sofa cradling her in his arms. Held on his lap, she sobbed out her regrets, as he rocked and hugged her; promising everything would be alright.
As she calmed, Dana stopped sobbing and just lay wrapped in his securing arms. Marc smoothing her hair finally turned her in his lap so she straddled him, her face on his shoulder, her hands wrapped in his hair. In this position he could rub her blazing ass, using sesame oil to smooth her skin.
“Ummmmm” Jaye started to protest, and struggle away from the stinging oil.
“No baby, be still, let me take care of this”, he whispered, “let me make it feel better” he spoke as she settled down under his hands again. Marc kneaded the oil deep into her cheeks. Her sighs and moans telling him he was effective in his ministrations.
Now, she rested in his arms but there was something else she needed to do. Their rules; negotiated long before this night, required one more step before all was forgiven.
“Jaye? Jaye? Are you ready?” Marc murmured into her hair, “Let’s finish this woman.”
In her mind Jaye had tumbled through this eventuality again and again. Wondering if he remembered, if he would even ask? Wondering if she could bring herself to kneel before a man after such punishing blows and reaffirm the life (warm seed released from his body), liberty (done of her free will and a sign of submission), and the pursuit of happiness (he had sure in the hell better be happy after this) clause.
When they’d negotiated this agreement, it seemed like such a frivolous thing to even consider – she hadn’t really thought much of it; But now? Here she sat, in his warm embrace, ready to go forward with this man – secure in his love and protection.
Pushing with her hips, Jaye slid backwards off Marc's thighs. Sliding to the ground, she kept her still stinging cheeks elevated in the coolness of the room. Thankfully he’d popped her garters earlier, so they weren’t chafing her sore skin. And her corset allowed her to move with ease as she reached for his zipper, releasing his cock.
Mouth damp with tears; Jaye sucked Marc like there was no tomorrow. She was working his smooth head with her lips and tonguing his cap. He felt so good in her mouth; she could do this all day. Running her tongue around the ridge, Jaye slobbered on the back before sucking him in deep. Pushing him out again her tongue, she then sucked him back.
Jaye’s mouth felt so damn good, Marc was gritting his teeth, rocking in and out of her face. Arrrgghhh!! Those soft lips clamped on his cock like a vise. She worked her mouth hard, going up and down his cock and working her neck. All business, Jaye pulled those pretty lips back and forth along his cock. Opening wide so he could piston in and out, in and out; she kept her wet mouth all around his fat cock. Grabbing her head; Marc slid deeper into her throat as Jaye relaxed into his control. He forced himself faster, deeper, and she loved every minute of it, shuddering when he hit the back of her throat. Aaaargh, he slammed home one last time as the first stream jetted from his dick, flowing into her throat. His head dropped back and he stood there. Feeling her lips on his cock he tried to push her away, but Jaye kept suckling his dick on her face, nestling her lips on his balls.
“Now, what to do you say”, breathing heavily, he was looking down at her.
Jaye was ashamed of her behavior but relieved it was all over, stammered, “Marc I’m sorry, I was wrong. Th’, Th’, Thank you for…..” she started to curl and turn away.
“For what darling? Thank me for what” Catching his receding woman, Marc pulled her back to him while gently prodding, “tell me”.
“Disciplining me, thank you for disciplining me, I needed that.” Jaye admitted. She looked luscious sitting there. Beautifully chastened, beautifully submissive…..
Shucks, he was going to nut all over again. Marc looked at her and then almost without thought he picked her up and bounced her in the center of the bed. Her tortured ass strung but she laughed as her legs flew up and Marc dove down and his head suckling her folds before the bed stopped bouncing. Fingering her open cunt, Marc soon had Jaye struggling against an entirely different type of punishment.
“Marc is a bad man, I must remember this,” she thought as he tormented her over and over. Jaye felt him leaning down to suck on her; drinking like he just returned from a long trip to the desert. Lathing up and down her core, she arched to his mouth and away from her sore ass.
She was so hot Marc felt her nerves jumping under his tongue, her pussy lips plumped with arousal, pulling her thighs over his shoulders, he settled in to work. Sucking, licking, flitting, he pushed while she gyrated under him. Jaye was moaning his name over and over; he thought “Yes baby, you are going to come for Daddy aren’t you? Over and over again till I say stop.”
Marc slid his fingers into her now, one by one. Damn she was tight. Hot, wet and tight just what he wanted. He felt her pussy trying to grab his fingers, clamping down her walls on him. Rolling her hips she grabbed for his fingers with her cunt, fighting to hold them with all she had. He laughed working his hand harder and harder at her cunt. Nibbling, sucking, nipping at her thighs he pushed her to the edge of her control, she was going into meltdown. “Marc, please.”
Smiling he raised his face, “Yes, baby.”
She panted, “Please baby, please, May I cum?”
Flicking at her clit with his tongue, he didn’t answer. Pressing his face back into her it was as if he hadn’t heard he worked her body relentlessly as she shuddered under him. “Marc please!” louder, far more urgent, she cried out, her writhing body struggling against his mouth.
This time he didn’t move his mouth, his reply muffled against her, “Yes, baby”
“Please baby, please, please Marc, May I cum?” She was struggling against her bonds.
His mouth still pressed to her, he flicked his eyes up to her face. He wanted her to cum; he wanted her to lose control all over the bed. Raising his face, he flicked her clit with his thumb while holding her cunt on his fingers, “Cum for Daddy, baby, cum for me, give it to me, NOW!”
She let go, as the first spasm hit, his name came tearing from her throat. “That’s it baby, cum for Daddy, cum on little girl.” Marc manipulated her cunt and watched as she spasmed, over and over again for him.
She wrestled trying to get away from him. “Keep cumming woman. Give it to me, give it to me” He held her thighs, dragging her back to his mouth, lifting her to him. One orgasm, that was not what he had in mind for his little girl, she was about to cum again and again until he said stop.
Please baby, please baby, please baby, it was a chant in Jaye’s mind as she shook her hips to dislodge Marc. It’s too much, it’s too much, but he couldn’t hear inside her head. All he heard were the consistent moans flowing from her lips. “Please, Please, Please.”
Cradling her to his face, Marc felt the pressure build. He watched her fall apart once and he wanted to see it all again, right now. She was going to learn to beg him to make her cum. She would know he held the pleasure and to crave it.
“What baby, what do you want me to do?” he drawled as he flicked her clit.
“Daddy, please, no more, no more” her eyes found his.
“No more what darling” try as he might, he didn’t look sincere.
“Please, no more, no more cum, Baby let me rest, please Marc,” she was panting, trembling.
Woman, whose pussy is this?” if possible, he looked even less sincere than before.
“Yours Marc, yours”
Well then Woman if this is my pussy you know I’m a need to get what I want”
“Yes Daddy, I know” Jaye was dizzy and starting to lose her grip on this conversation.
“Well I wants me some more cum, and he wants it right now, and after he gets it, he may let you rest and he may not, but first things first, He’s wants his cum.” At that Marc lowered his head working her pussy with abandon.
Jaye dropped back, letting the wave’s wash over her again and again. It was his body, his pussy, his cum. He was going to have his way.
Shoving three fingers into her cunt, he shoved a fourth in her ass, rocking her body. Finding his rhythm he fucked her hard while sucking the clit off her body. There we go; he felt her thunder towards another orgasm. Roughing her pussy with his thumb, Marc forced her over the edge, “Give it to me! Give it to me NOW!
Jaye broke, her body arching again and again, the orgasm she didn’t think she had; came erupting from her body, flowing up his arm. Holding her cunt still in his grasp, Marc moved up the bed, he wanted to swallow her cries while she poured out for him. Jaye rocked into him, her tears flowing again.
When Jaye calmed down Marc pulled his hand from her cunt, reaching for her hips, he pulled her to him.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” she cried as her touched her sensitive skin. Her ass was still hot to his touch from her earlier whipping. “Sorry Baby, we need to get you some more oil on that in a little while. She shuddered, and nodded, her face crumpling as she turned it from him.
That’s not good, Marc moved quickly, “Wait a minute baby; let me get a cool towel” Rising from the bed Marc grabbed the ice bucket; it was three-quarters full, plenty for him. Returning to the bed, Marc put out a towel before rolling her up onto her knees. Dipping his hand in the freezing bucket water he dribbled ice water across her inflamed cheeks. Jaye jerked, wiggling her ass. The cool water stinging at first, then cooling her skin. Marc dipped his hand over and over, rubbing her cheeks over and over, tickling her rump, Marc was relaxed, they were having a good time, Jaye protested but she was pouting with a smile.
Marc grabbed a sliver of ice, smoothing the entire piece across her cheeks. Jaye giggled, bouncing since he tickled her. He let it melt, and then started massaging her rosebud with his cold fingers. Marc pressed his fingers against her ass over and over, watching her go from tense, to relax, to welcoming against his fingers. She’d learn how to enjoy this.
Jaye watched Marc grab another cube, feeling him moved it across her ass, she was lulled into a pleasure zone now, and he pressed it in. Marc!!! He was laughing, tapping her ass, soothing her down. He kept rubbing various pieces of ice into her ass until she was chilled from the inside out. Following the ice with his fingers, Marc made her gyrate and buck under his hand. She had to squelch hers squeals. They were going to get put out of this hotel. Jaye tried to pout over her shoulder, but Marc was flicking her clit and playing with her ass and she felt an orgasm rising again. “Marc please,” Her pussy was dripping and her whole body was starting to erotic spasms. She felt decadent and naughty and the maestro was playing her body for all she was worth.
Flipping Jaye on her back, Marc grabbed her legs, tucking them into his left shoulder. Her pussy squeezed tight, that’s what he wanted and soon she’d be screaming again. Jaye tensed, she knew Marc would have to force his cock in her like this and she wasn’t disappointed. He slammed into her, again and again and again, until his balls slapped against her ass. Her eyes were watering, she couldn’t scream. He was in her womb, he was in her lungs, he was in her throat, and she was going to explode.
Marc rode her hard, unblinking he just stared into her eyes. She was super wet as pounded into her, thrusting, diving. Jaye anchored herself to his shoulder with one hand, while suppressing her screams with the other. Jaye stared at him; her eyes saying it was too much, too much. Marc knew better, her drenched cunt super-heated from their efforts. “Let go woman, let go, let your body free to know this passion.”
Snatching her hands, Marc pressed them over her head covering her mouth with his, he created those screams, they were his screams, he took them into his mouth, into his being. Torquing into her again and again, Mark determined that Jaye would have no more questions after today.
Whose woman? Whose pussy? Whose darling girl? Big Daddy Marc’s, questions asked and answered.
Watching Jaye’s eyes, Marc saw her slide toward release. Weighed her down through her legs she bounced back at each thrust, her cervix open a little each time he hit. She was silky wet, not soaking and her blast-off was imminent. Cum for Daddy, darlin’cum for Daddy.
Damn, he knew her too well, Jaye had begged Marc to stop but she didn’t really mean it. Good thing he didn’t, they would have been fighting if he had; ‘What’s wrong with you, don’t listen to me! Her screams of pain were really screams of pleasure. Damn him, too smart for his own good, hers too. Jaye was going to have to come up with some tricks for him, but later for that, right now, he had another driving her towards ecstasy and she didn’t want to miss her flight. Never in her entire life…….aaaaaahhhhh!!!!!
Marc honey drawl soothed across her, “That’s right baby, cum for Daddy, cum for Daddy.” Jaye exploded flowing through him, over him, under him. Cumming for his pleasure.
“That’s right, that’s my baby girl”, he felt her rocketing away, the explosions wracking her body. “Yes, good girl”. He owned that cum, she’d learn, she’d stop fighting him sooner or later and give them on command. She would be a well-loved, well-spanked, well-fucked woman; and all his.
Jaye was back on his mouth, breathing him now, feeling him, thinking him. Damn, Marc was her universe now, he held her, turning her inside out, slamming home his ownership again and again.
As she drifted down from orbit Marc released her hands, but he snatched legs apart, practically standing in her cunt. Jaye hadn’t thought he could go any deeper but apparently she was wrong. He pistoned into her body, muscles clenching in his shoulders and arms, body glistening with effort.
Curiously Jaye thought, most people don’t fuck this hard, good thing we found each other. She smiled at him and bratty nature rose to challenge him, even with her ankles in his hands and his cock in her lungs. The twinkle in her eyes alerted Marc to her mood. Jaye murmured softly, chant to his rhythm, “Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy Cum,”
Marc heard her, he growled at her but she wouldn’t stop. Damn woman, No! He wasn’t cumming, he was fucking and she needed to just lie there, and not chant. He gave out orgasms around here – she needed to just keep producing them on demand.
Her brown eyes sparkled at him, full of light and love. Marc kissed her, muffling her mouth, but he could still hear her words, bubbling in his mind, “Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy, Cum Daddy Cum”.
“Darn it woman! Cut it out!” He wasn’t ready to cum, he was fucking, thank you very much. Marc redoubled his efforts swinging into her body……but “Aw Hell!”
He’d pushed her to the edge again and as her orgasm exploded she pulled him over with her; grabbing his mouth she sucked on him, Shit! He was squeezing her tits and she was gyrating against him, fucking back into him like the stuff of dreams. Her cunt was clenching him, “Aaarrgghh! Marc knew he’d lost and fell into the abyss of passion with her.
Damn Woman! Marc came ferociously; his climax slammed him into her jerking him again and again. She rose up under the force of her own orgasm and he took both of them down to the bed. Ramming her hard as he pulsed out his cum. Marc released her legs, stretched out over her, they rocketed and spasmed together.
Marc was spent, exhausted; Jaye was quivering, wrapped in his arms. Damn woman, little moans and gasps kept seeping from her lips. She was an unrelenting turn-on. Every little thing she did made him want her more. She held him tight, wouldn’t let him pull out. Their bodies were moist from their efforts. He wanted her to sleep but first he wanted to move to get her some water or something, she just wasn’t letting go.
Exhaustion was chasing across her face when he kissed her. “Love you Marc, love you,”
“I know baby, go to sleep”, she smiled at him, her eyes closed now.
“Love you Marc, love you”. He could feel her slipping away, as he pulled her close, her pulsating lessened. Hell he’d get her water when she woke up.“Love you too, darling, now Sleep”
~~o0o~~Soooooo, intro to me ... hmmmmm, early 40's, divorced, midwest big-city girl, no kids, three fabulous cats, professional, actively dating but pretty much restricting myself to gentlemen who are seeking a DD/HOH type relationship. I want to be a wife again. I miss that in my life and want it again. Yes I date on line, and have met LOTS of interesting people that way. While not all of them are keepers, meeting them, has also helped me learn a lot about myself both what I want from a relationship and what I can give.. I have given myself permission not to feel guilty about the DD thing, the spanking thing, the submission thing and am just getting on with life. Don't look over my shoulder at dreams that have passed, instead I'm focused on my new dreams.
I told you it was HOT!! This was written by Pretty dd Girl back in September of '08. I'm sorry to say that I have lost touch with this wonderful writer. I know she had a blog at one time. If you are out they I hope you will let me know. Meanwhile I'll let you know what she had to say about herself back then.
DD Girl I can only say that was some story!! I hope everyone lets you know how much they like it!
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