Finding A New Purpose Chapter 2

Mike reached down and pulled me up by my arms and laid me across his lap, face down. My panties were pulled down to my knees and I felt his hands gripping and squeezing my ass. A sharp pain went through my backside as a loud smack echoed through the house. I yelped out in surprise, as his large hand landed square on my cheeks again. "So bad indeed," He said, rubbing my ass again with his hands.

I braced for another spanking, ready to cry out in response just to empower him. Instead, I felt a wet finger slide inside of me. I gasped out, but then felt his other hand land on my exposed ass. I remembered to squeal, which caused him to grunt, validating that it did in fact make him feel in control. My ass felt red hot from his spankings, but the pain felt good, different from when he forced his cock inside of me roughly. One last smack hit my cheeks before he set me down on the floor looking up at him. I pulled his pants and boxers off as he removed his shirt and looked down at me expectantly. I took his cue and started running my tongue along his hard tool, stopping to suckle on his balls every few passes.

A groan greeted me when I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and ran circles around it with my tongue. Practicing more since our last encounter made it easier when I started slipping his monster into my throat, and I didn't gag. Every few strokes, I'd leave his cock as far down my throat as I could bear and massaged the underside of his shaft with my tongue. Apparently he liked what I was doing, and he settled into a routine of holding my head in place every time I paused to savor him. I didn't try to elaborate too much, I wanted to save some for next time, if there was one.

"I want you to lean over the arm rest," he said, sliding to the side so I could climb onto the couch. I did as he asked, and bent over the edge of the arm rest.

I expected to feel his fingers prodding at my entrance, but it felt much softer than that. Very wet too.