Learning to Submit

Sir yanked her forward across his knees and hiked her skirt up and her panties down and began to spank her ass hard and fast. She was in trouble again for her smart mouth and he didn’t care whether she was sorry or not right this second. Her ass was quickly peppered with hand prints and she had begun to cry quietly to herself. Despite the tears, her cunt was soaking wet and he stroked it gently making her shudder, before sliding her off his lap and onto the floor.

Hastily she assumed a most submissive position on her knees with her body been towards him almost as if in worship. He nodded approvingly at this, although she could not see him. “That’s the third time today you decided to run your smart mouth. Next time you do it your punishment will be more than just a severe spanking. Do you understand?” She nodded her head and spoke just above a whisper, “Yes, Sir.” “Good. Now you’ve taken your spanking like a good girl, but we’re not done. I want you to go get your journal and you will write one hundred times, ‘I will not be smart with Sir’ and your handwriting had better be neat and legible.”

She stifled a groan at this as she hated writing lines, but right now she knew better than to say a word or he would double her lines and she’d miss any chance of getting back into his good graces. After some time had passed and her lines were written she presented the journal to Sir so that he may examine her work. “There, that’s what I wanted from you. Now come here Kitten and sit with me.” She cuddled up next to him, her ass still smarting and her still wishing for a good hard fuck that she knew she wasn’t getting. He idly petted her hair while half watching a program on TV and it would appear that they were the picture of domestic bliss.

“Kitten, would you like some cream?” She giggled and slid off the couch to kneel at his feet and he nodded at her. Happily she unbuckled his pants and pushed his boxers aside to get to his cock; she licked her lips and then licked his cock, treating it like a lollipop and getting it good and wet before taking him into her mouth. She sucked gently hollowing out her cheeks for the best suction and gradually worked her way down the length of his cock as close as she could to taking him into her throat. He watched her through dark eyes, a half smile on his lips and ran his fingers through her hair. “Good girl.”

Quickly his fingers clenched into her hair, holding her tightly as he began to fuck her face driving his cock deeper into her mouth with every stroke. Kitten did her best to relax for him and focused on keeping her breathing steady. Sir pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth and moving slowly, slid back inside, pushing further and further this time until he felt her submit completely as he pushed into her throat. “Swallow.” She did so twice and was trying to pull away so she could get some air. He allowed this; after all one did not wish to break their toys. His grip in her hair loosened, but he never let go continuing to fuck her gently, letting her lick and suck as he did so. He tried to maintain a steady paced even as his impending orgasm approached, but when Kitten moaned around his cock, all bets were off.

Sir began to thrust quickly, his rhythm faltering while Kitten plied her tongue and lips to get the cream she so desperately wanted. He was rapidly losing control and let his grip on her hair go completely, his hips rocking back and forth. Kitten made another noise that vibrated along the length of his hardness and he groaned softly. “That’s my girl. You swallow every drop, you understand?” His voice was slightly strained and Kitten nodded affirmatively never taking her eyes from his as she sucked and licked and played with his cock in her mouth. A quiet rushing sensation filled his head and he shoved his hips forward one final time as he began to shoot jets of his hot come into Kittens mouth. She almost couldn’t swallow fast enough to keep up, but she did and every drop went straight into her belly. She loved the taste of him, of his come, and slowly pulled her lips from his cock to tell him so. He laughed softly and sank back onto the couch while she knelt there at his feet, her head resting on his thigh. They enjoyed a long moment of companionable silence before she spoke, with a giggle in her voice. “Thank you for the cream, Sir.” He laughed and pulled her up against him for a kiss. “Anytime you like Kitten. You’re becoming such a good girl for Sir.”

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Kink of the Week – Halloween – (Haunted Fun)

Jack and Ann hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other, even while waiting in light for Fright World. It was supposed to be the scariest haunted house for miles and that’s why they picked it. Nothing like some sexy fun in a haunted house to spice up Halloween. They had taken a hayride to get there and then gone through a corn maze and enjoyed each other in the privacy of the maze as well. But it wasn’t quite enough.

Finally it was their turn to head into the haunted house. “Remember the rules folks. No touching, no smoking, no drinking, and no screwing around. Got it?” “Got it,” replied Jack with a smile while Ann nodded in agreement. “Well then, have a scary good time.” And the pair progressed into the attraction. Immediately they both started looking for places away from the tiny bit of light to hide out and the first one they found came in a small alcove after a couple of silly scares had popped out at them. Jack pulled Ann close to him for a kiss and slid his hands under her shirt to grope at her. She purred contentedly in his ear and let her head fall back when he began to kiss and nibble at her neck.

Without warning a mask wearing, chainsaw wielding, maniac comes popping out of the shadows, causing Ann to scream and Jack to quickly remove his hands from under her shirt as they once again began to move through the attraction. Ann took advantage of a particularly dark spot to give Jack a grope as well and the both laughed together before jumping at the murderously creepy clowns silently surrounding them on all but one side. Fleeing the clowns they ran across a rotting zombie next who clearly wanted one thing. Braiiiiinssss.

Another dark hallway and Jack pushed Ann against the wall for another kiss and grope, hoping they wouldn’t be disturbed this time. Ann made it as far as her knees and was looking around them to check for anything that might go bump in the night when a metallic sound came rushing towards them as another saw, this time grinding against the concrete floor with a hideous ghoul attached came right towards them. They laughed and ran again. Slowly they made their way through the haunted house taking time to stop and share kisses here and there only to get chased away by ghosts and goblins and evil talking dolls that sang their threats in eerie voices. By the time it was over, both of them were ready to explode with desire.

As the haunted house came to an end and they looped back out the exit, the barker gave them an evil grin. “I do hope our resident vampire didn’t give you a kiss, my dear,” alluding to the clear bite marks on Ann’s neck. She grinned back at him. “Maybe he did and maybe I liked it.” And the couple headed back to their car and home.

The level of teasing ratcheted up once they got into the car and soon Ann was leaned over in her seat with her mouth wrapped around Jack’s dick. He was trying hard to concentrate on his driving and every time they hit a bump it made her bounce a little, which felt so nice that Jack wished this was a bumpier road indeed. Finally he’d had enough and pulled off onto what he hoped was a deserted side road and pulled Ann out of the car with him, yanked her jeans and panties down, and bent her over the hood of the car.

He held her hips still, fucking her hard and fast as she squirmed beneath him, moaning and pleading for more. Ann gasped and shivered in the cool air and began to wail like a banshee as her orgasm overtook her. She wriggled her hips as best she could against Jack who only fucked his girl faster and harder. As fast as he could. He wanted to feel that pussy tighten around him again. Very soon he was rewarded with just that and Ann bucked her hips back against him, thrashing wildly about as she came a second time and then a third immediately after. He pulled out of her, spun her around and pushed her to her knees and Ann quickly took his dick back into her mouth. She could taste the mixed flavors of them both and that only made her more eager. She wanted to taste his come as well and she sucked and licked and teased him until felt felt ready to explode. With a low hum she slipped her mouth all the way up to tip of his dick and sucked hard. Without fail she knew what set him off and this was one of his favorite feelings. He quickly emptied a hot load into her mouth, which she happily swallowed and then grinned at him. Suddenly they heard a car in the distance headed towards them and they fought to yank their clothes into place and bolted for the relative safety of the car.

Wicked Wednesday 282 – Mirror – (Reflections of a Woman)

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Lexi sighed and ran her hands down her body. She was curvy yes, but she was also chubby, no not chubby, fat in all the wrong places. Spinning around she looked over her shoulder at herself and let out another sigh. At least, she thought, her ass filled out a pair of jeans nicely. But she certainly couldn’t see in herself what her boyfriend James seemed to see, not even when she stared at herself in the mirror as she was doing now. Another sigh escaped her and she wandered over to her closet trying to find something to wear for a casual date.

Finding nothing that appealed to her, she walked back over to the mirror and stared some more. “What does he see,” she whispered. Another round of staring at herself from any angle she could manage and she fell back onto the bed behind her, depressed, curious, and well aware that she was going to be late for her evening unless she got moving.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…” she muttered to herself as she got back up to take a stab at finding something to wear. They were just going bowling so she could get away with jeans she thought and slipped her favorite pair over her black lace boy shorts. Now to find a shirt. Hmm, that’s it. V-neck shirts always showed off her cleavage nicely and if James enjoyed the view so much then she may as well give him something to look at. She laughed as she swiped her lips in berry pink, grabbed her bag, and went to wait for James. His knock came at the door only moments later.

When she opened the door he enveloped her in a hug and a kiss before pulling away to smile at her. “You look ravishing as always.” And a s always, Lexi blushed a bit at his compliment, although she was getting a little better at accepting them. She still had those doubt though and tonight they were in full force just like they’d been on their first date. Lexi did her best to push them away, but she was pensive on the ride to the bowling alley, thinking about how she wasn’t exactly a ten on the attractiveness scale and how she measured up or didn’t measure up and generally tearing herself down despite how hard James was trying to help build her up. Those were her thoughts and when they reached the bowling alley, James stopped her from getting out and took her hands.

“Look Lexi, I know exactly what you’ve been thinking about the entire way here and I wish you could see what I do. You’re beautiful and you don’t even know it. And if my guess is correct, you agonized over what to wear all day and spent some time staring into the mirror and generally berating yourself for not being perfect or skinny. But I don’t care if you don’t measure up to the world’s vision of perfect. You’re my vision of perfect. OK?” She nodded trying not to cry at the sweet words and squeezed his hands. “You’re right, I’ve spent all day ruminating on how I look and how I fail to measure up and everything that comes to mind of that nature. I know I’m fat, I know not everyone is going to like me or want me or even be nice to me. I’ve experienced enough shame about my body to last a lifetime and it some ways it probably will. But you help me try to be better. Now let’s go bowling.”

The pair played a few lightly competitive games (they were both terrible bowlers it turned out) before James decided enough was enough. He stopped Lexi from setting up the next game and told her to stop and look across the room. He covertly pointed out that she was being watched by a man several lanes over. “That’s not disgust Lexi. He’s wondering if we’re together or if we’re just friends. He finds you attractive.” The moment she glanced up the man looked away quickly as though he’d been caught in the act. Lexi looked at James. “Seriously? We’re on a date and you’re pointing out guys checking me out?” He laughed softly. “I just want you to know that I’m not the only one in the world that finds you desirable my dear. That’s all.” He pulled her closer and gave her a rather possessive kiss. “Let’s go back to my place.”

They turned in their ugly rented shoes and left. Lexi began to anticipate having some fun with James, even though she was feeling extra insecure tonight. She almost dreaded taking her clothes off, although he’d seen her naked before and he hadn’t shied away. She was just too deep in her own head. She hoped she could relax.

James poured them both a glass of wine and watched Lexi drink hers more quickly than usual. He took it as a sing that she was eager for him and smiled. Perhaps his little speech in the car had some effect after all. He sat the glass aside and pulled her close to him for another kiss. Before too long her shirt was off and his clothing followed until they were both nude on his couch. James knelt down and kissed his way up Lexi’s legs, enjoying the feel of her skin and finding a sensitive spot just behind her right knee. They’d had sex, but he hadn’t gone down on her yet and that made her nervous too. What if he didn’t like her vulva or clit, what if she was just too fat there too? What if, what if what if?

And then he kissed her clit and she sighed gently. James smiled up at her although she wasn’t watching him and continued to tease her with small kisses, nibbles, and tiny licks here and there. He wanted her to ask for this. To relax enough to enjoy herself. Gradually her legs opened wider and she gathered up the courage to look down at him as he sucked gently at her. Their eyes met and she could see naked desire in his, while he saw the fear in hers. “You know we can always stop,” he reminded her. “I…I don’t want you to stop. Please…” He smiled at her again and finally, given permission, he fairly dove into her, lifting her thighs over his shoulders so her could bury his face against her skin.

Lexi shivered at the feelings he gave her and began to whimper and gasp, slowly getting louder and louder as she neared that edge. He murmured words that she couldn’t make out against her skin and the vibrations were enough. She arched her back, thrusting her body towards him as her orgasm took her breath away. James looked up at the satiated and wanton looking woman on his couch and grinned. He wondered if she knew he’d been telling her he loved her. He took her to bed then and took her over and over that night, always driving her to higher peaks than before.

Review: Fun Factory Fun Cups

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The Fun Cup is a new menstrual cup made by Fun Factory and it is a completely different design from any of the other menstrual cups I’ve seen on the market. It is also my first go round with a menstrual cup so this is a learning experience for me as well as you, my readers. If you’re squeamish about periods, you might want to skip this review. For the rest of you, read on to learn more about the Fun Factory Fun Cup.

The Fun Factory Fun Cup is made from 100% medical grade silicone which is body safe, non-porous, and hypoallergenic. It comes in two different sizes to accommodate a wide range of body shapes and sizes. The anti-microbial Tyvek storage bag is also a great touch and it comes in a simple solid color instead of trying to be overly feminine which is something that I quite appreciate. It is also an eco-friendly choice when compared to pads or tampons, saves you money in the long term, and lasts for several years before needing to be replaced.

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My first period with the Fun Cup was an experience for sure. I read and re-read the directions and then started trying to insert it. Thank goodness for a bit of water based lubricant and a lot of patience. Once I finally got the cup inserted into my vagina then I had to make sure it was sealed properly against my cervix to avoid any leaking. I had that part correct. So I went about my merry way and completely forgot about having the cup in because it was so comfortable I didn’t even notice it was there. Several hours later I broke the seal by sliding a finger up against the edge of the cup and felt it kind of ‘pop’ loose, then removed and emptied the cup before giving it a quick wash and going on to reinsert it. Again, because the process was unfamiliar to me it took a few tries and this turned out to be one of the times it didn’t seal right which I realized a couple hours later; happily no cute panties were ruined during this process. So I removed the Fun Cup and started over again. Finally I got it just so and it did seal. This process was repeated several times throughout my period sometimes to varying degrees of trial and error. For the record, I was using the smaller size Fun Cup that came in the Fun Cup Explore Kit. I initially tried the larger one and it just didn’t seem to fit quite right for my body.

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The Fun Cup is definitely a product with a learning curve, but not one that is so steep that it becomes frustrating. I think the better you know your body, the easier this will be for you to use. And, as suggested, a bit of water based lubricant definitely made insertion much easier, even after my period had gotten a little heavier. I will say that whenever I went out I wore a pad just in case, given that it was my first time using a menstrual cup and I was a little paranoid about making sure it was in properly and what would happen if it wasn’t. I didn’t have any problems with it while I was out and about and because you can wear Fun Cups for such long periods of time I didn’t have to worry about emptying it in a public restroom either. I think that is something that will wait until I become much better at proper insertion of the cup itself and don’t struggle with it quite so much.

I’m actually kind of looking forward to my next period (how weird is that? Most people I know hate their periods,) so I can try the Fun Cups again and work on improving how I use them and being more confident in wearing them. Overall, these are an excellent product and I would, and have, recommended them to friends to try as an alternative to pads or tampons. If you’re interested in getting a set for yourself check out https://us.funfactory.com where they retail for $39.99. Thanks to Fun Factory for providing the Fun Cups in exchange for an honest and impartial review.

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Wicked Wednesday – Car Keys – (The Hunt)

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Marc swore softly to himself, then called out to his girlfriend, “Hey Cass, have you seen my keys?” “No idea hon!” came the half shouted reply from the other side of the house. But Cassandra did know where her keys were. She grabbed them and when she found Marc still looking and growing ever frustrated she left them jingle softly as they slipped into her bra. Marc looked up. “Did you find my keys?”

She grinned at him and ran her hands down her body. “You should come over here and find out.” He gave her a lewd grin and walked over to her, then walked around her, appreciating the view from the back as well as the front. “I think, my dear, that if you have my keys you’d best hand them over. “And I still think if you want them you should come get them.” And Cassandra skipped away laughing. Marc chased after her, his mood lightened somewhat and grabbed around the waist. He proceeded to check her pockets, making sure to squeeze her ass when her checked the pockets on the back of her jeans. While he was distracted with her ass, she leaned in and trailed a hot line of kisses along his jawline. He moaned and grabbed her ass harder, having completely forgotten about his keys for the moment.

Cassandra pressed herself against his body, hoping he couldn’t feel her keys and the slid down to her knees, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his cock from its denim prison. She stroked it gently for a minute making him groan and beg her for more. So she gave him more as she wrapped her lips around his cock and began to bob her head up and down sucking gently then harder. Marc fairly purred his appreciation, resting his hand on the back of her head while she swirled her tongue around the tip before taking him as deep as she could while she sucked and licked at the same time. She wanted him to forget about his keys for now and it seemed to be working.

“Cass, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to fuck you.” A mumbled and muffled, “That’s fine. I want this instead.” reached his ears and he grinned as he looked down to see her pop the button on her own jeans to she could reach down to play with herself while she sucked him off. That made him moan and thrust his hips involuntarily. He could imagine the taste of her and wanted the real thing. And that’s what made him want to come more than anything. He growled softly and Cass knew he would come for her soon and she just wanted to taste him. His hips began to move in time with her sucking and she smiled to herself around the delightful dick in her mouth. Soon. Sooner than she thought as Marc suddenly froze mid-thrust and she could feel the hot salty liquid coating her mouth. She moaned happily her mouth still wrapped around him and that caused him to shiver and gently push her away. “No more Babe. I can’t handle it.” She smiled up at him and remained where she was. “So, are you gonna come find those keys now?”

He pulled her to her feet and deliberately began to feel her up wondering where she might have hidden his keys. Cassandra reveled in the feeling of his hands on her body and grinned as he grabbed her tits, but the keys never made a sound. Marc began to slowly strip her starting with her jeans where he took the opportunity to plant a kiss on her mons as a promise of what would come later. Or perhaps sooner. He could smell her and it was distracting him from his keys again. Just a quick taste he thought, to tease them both, then he’d strip her down the rest of the way. Surely he’d find his keys then. And he moved her legs apart gently to get better access and swiped her tongue along her slit a couple of times. He looked up at her as she moaned breathily and kissed her there his tongue darting out once more. But he was a man on a mission and worked his way back up her body, slowly sliding her t-shirt up and trailing kisses as he went. Soon she was left in just her bra and he remembered that old game that girls would play with the boys, dropping the boy’s keys down their bras and daring the boys to come get them. He laughed triumphantly and reached into her bra, groping her as he did so, only to remove her keys instead. He looked confused for a moment then looked at her and began to laugh. “You little minx. You set me up!” Cassandra smiled at him. “Was it worth it?” He laughed again and picked her up only to deposit her on the couch on feet away and pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. “Worth it,” He muttered as he buried his face between her thighs.

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Brandon felt warm hands squeeze his ass and sighed with pleasure. He loved having his ass touched and played with and even fucked. His wife Ali, knew this, and seemed quite ready to indulge him tonight. She ran her hands up his back and rubbed back down slowly. He’d had a long week and she knew this would help him relax. She gave him a relaxing massage, rubbing the almond oil into his skin and felt the tension begin to melt from his body. A smile crossed her face and she knew he’d be good and ready for her soon.

For his part, Brandon was indeed relaxing, just enjoying the feel of her hands on his body. He closed his eyes and began to drift, knowing that Ali’s plans for him wouldn’t include a nap and that she would wake him. While he dozed Ali stepped away and pulled the strap on harness over her hips, fitting it with Brandon’s favorite dildo. She grabbed the lube and ran her hands along Brandon’s ass again, this time closer to the puckered ring of his asshole. She’d had his attention in an instant as he lifted his head from the bed. She teased him her delicate fingers tickling him gently before applying a healthy dollop of lube to her fingers and then rubbing against his hole before sliding a finger past the tight ring, slowly moving it in and out. Brandon wiggled his ass a little at her and she gently smacked him with the other hand laughing she did so. “Be good for me so I can fuck you properly.” He laughed,”You’ll fuck me properly anyway if you know what’s good for you woman.”

Ali only smirked and eased a second lubricant covered finger into his ass, stretching him a little, fucking him harder. A low moan escaped his lips and she full out grinned. She knew if her wasn’t rock hard by now he would be soon. “Are you ready?” “More than ready, Babe.” Two finger slipped from his ass and the couple repositioned, him with his ass lifted into the air for her and her with her very own cock ready for his delicious ass. She gripped his him with one hand and the dildo with the other, guiding it into his ass. She went slow, knowing it was just a tease for him until she had buried herself as far as she could in his ass. Again he squirmed, but this time at the simple pleasure of being filled. She nodded and slowly moved in and out rocking her hips.

Brandon gasped and rocked his own hips in time with hers and she moved to begin fucking him m like she knew he wanted, harder, faster. Both of her hands gripped his hips hard and she gave him the pounding he wanted. Then, she stopped. Brandon swore softly until she spoke. “Are you hard for me? Do you want to come yet?” His answer was a groan and he bucked his hips backwards once more. Ali smiled at his eagerness. Handing him the bottle of lube she spoke, “Jack off while I fuck you. I want to hear you come with my cock in your ass.” She resumed her fucking and she could hear the slight sound of her husband’s lubed up hand stroking his cock. It turned her on and she continued fucking him varying the speed and pace at which she moved, wanting him to last as long as possible, want to bring him all the pleasure she could. He swore again at the feeling of being fucked and was pressing his ass against the dildo his wife was fucking him with, her “cock” she called it, which only made him hotter, and slid his hand along his cock slowly, wanting to prolong the orgasm that he could feel building. Ali shifted her angle ever so slightly and suddenly he could really, really feel that head of the dildo moving against him. “Right there, please right there. You’re gonna make me come.”

His wife never stopped moving and only tightened her grip on his hips. He might have marks later, but that was OK. Brandon moaned her name and increased the speed of his hand; he knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself in a matter of moments and he hissed a sharp noise that Ali knew meant he was close. She reached around him and placed a hand over his, her movements slowing but not stopping and the sight of her hand over his helping him jack his cock was too much. He threw his head back and nearly screamed as he came. Ali fucked him through the orgasm gently then slid the dildo out of his ass. She stripped out of the harness and pulled her exhausted husband close to her. “More relaxed now?” He nodded, suddenly sleepy, and curled up in his wife’s arms as they cuddled together.

Kink of the Week – Handjobs

So I’m in my thirties and have never given a handjob in my entire life. I definitely skipped that part of the teenage fumbling “Sex 101” that many people seem to experience and when I asked my previous partner if they would teach me how I was turned down with a resounding no. So I’ve given up on learning how to give them.

I’ve heard it said that getting a handjob is like masturbating but with someone else’s hand and that the cognitive dissonance can be a little weird for a person. I’ve heard other people say there’s no point to handjobs with a partner and question their place as part of a healthy sex life, but I think that whether a penis owner is doing it themselves or having someone else do it for them, it can be an incredibly sexy and sensual thing to do. I imagine a tale of a “happy ending” at a massage parlor for instance and how illicitly sexy that might be. It might go something like this…

David had booked a massage at the place his friend Ken had recommended where he’d been assured that the service was top notch and out out of this world. He didn’t quite know what to expect from it, but when he arrived and was called back he knew to strip and cover himself with the sheet at least. He was ready to experiences the wonders of this place and hope it helped him be a bit less stressed out over work and life in general.

The pretty woman giving his massage grazed his rear end a few times as she worked his lower back but he was sure it was unintentional. Until she started massing him there too. It felt really good, although he wasn’t sure this was part of a typical massage and started to wonder about this place. As she asked him to turn over and began to massage his legs and working her way closer and closer to his groin he felt a stirring and started mentally going over baseball stats in his head. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by getting a hard on, but was struggling to avoid it as her talented fingers worked the tops of his thigh. She brushed against his penis once on accident though and David found himself in a losing battle. The game stats just weren’t cutting it. He apologized profusely to the woman who merely smiled at him, “Just relax David. It’s a normal response and a sign that your body is less stressed than before. Although if you like I could massage there too.” And her smile turned into a wicked little grin. “Wha? What?” He wasn’t sure if he had heard her right but when she began to move the sheet away from his body he realized she was serious. She watched him for any signs of protest and he stared right back, almost challenging her. He realized with a start that he did want this and when she asked again he let his head fall back with a murmured, “Please,” escaping his lips.

She wrapped her hand around his throbbing dick and began to spread the massage oil along the length of him, stroking and rubbing gently as she did so. Slowly her pace increased and she was stroking him hard enough to tug at the base of his dick on every up stroke and sliding her hand all the way to his balls on when she moved her hand down. Suddenly he felt a second hand cup his balls and squeeze gently as she stroked him and moaned softly, hoping no one could hear him. Rolling them between her nimble fingers she rotated her stroking hand around his shaft, back and forth before reaching up to take him with both hands, stroking in opposite directions as she did so. David’s hips lifted of their own accord and he noticed he was squirming and almost ready to beg for release when her movements changed and became faster, back to just one hand now. Stroke, stroke, stroke and David sighed with pleasure. This must’ve been what Ken meant by the service being so good. Without warning David’s hips twitched again once then twice as he felt his entire body tense up as he orgasmed, jets of come spurting from his dick and onto his belly or over her hand. He moaned again and close d his eyes briefly. He felt a towel across his belly as the woman cleaned up and when she before she turned to go she whispered softly in his ear, “Have a happy day.”