Stifling - Sex Stories

Stifling

... Robbie’s hand closed around my wrist, pulling it away. His fingers were wet. “I told you to keep them on the window,” he said. His forefinger dropped to my clit then and he traced circles around it. I pushed harder against his hand and all of a sudden he pulled away. “So fucking impatient,” He stepped away from me, and I felt his hand on my ass, caressing it softly. I started to close my legs, but he stopped me. “I’ve been waiting for this since the day I saw you,” he said and without warning, he brought his hand down hard against my ass. Before I could pull away, he followed through with another firm slap. It sounded humiliatingly loud and I tried to wriggle free from his gasp. “What the hell are you doing?” “Count,” he said. “That’s two.” “Wha-? I’m not going to...” “You count and maybe I’ll let you come,” he said in a no-nonsense voice. His hand went under me again and rubbed my throbbing clit hard. I let my eyes close. His fingers moved fast, strumming insistently against my swollen nub until I could hear myself gasping for air. I was too hot, too close, something had to give… but then he stopped. “Deal?” he asked, and his hand slapped against my ass again. I felt obscenely wet. My mind was halfway through deciding to walk away. “Count!” Robbie said. “I swear this is the quickest way. Else I’ll just tie you up and leave you begging for it.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would. There’s nothing worse. Nothing quite as humiliating. Sweating, dripping for a hard cock. And when morning ...

... comes, the world can see into this place. Everyone on the street will see you, and-” “Three,” I said and he laughed. “Now, we can get down to it properly.” He slapped me much harder, the sound echoing around the room and I couldn’t help but cry out. “Fuck!” “No. Four . Jesus, where’d you learn to count?” He smoothed his hand across my ass feeling the heat, and then he started in earnest again, alternating between each cheek, filling in every time I was too winded to count. My ass felt like it was radiating heat. My eyes felt wet and through them I stared out of the window, wondering if people really were watching us, seeing me getting spanked. Robbie paused at fifteen and his hand slipped to my snatch, rubbing my clit until I moaned. “You like this, don’t you?” he asked. “You like being dominated by me. You like me in control.” “No.” “C’mon! You’re fucking dripping. Say it.” I didn’t speak. “This wasn’t what you expected. You never even knew you wanted it. But now? You fucking love it.” His fingers pushed inside me and he held them there. “After I moved, I still couldn’t get you out of my head. Those jeans you wore, the way you walked in them. It made me so damn hard to imagine fucking you. Shocking you. Making you beg.” He pulled his fingers out and groped one of my tits roughly, tugging the nipple into an erect point. Then he let his hand slap against my ass again, so hard this time, I would have fallen over had it not ben for the window. My eyes dripped as the sting seared ...