To Her Surprise - Sex Stories

To Her Surprise

... have been kissing this lips forever. They were soft and tender. His arms wrapped around her and she felt something she has not in a long time. She felt like home.

The elevator stopped and the door slid open. She pulled away and grabbed his tie. “Come on my good boy,” giving it a pull. “Come follow your queen.” She stepped out of the elevator and down the hall to his room. At the door she stopped and put her hand out. He smiled as he reached into his pocket digging out the room key. He then handed it to her. “Good boy,” she called him again. Opening the door.

She kept pulling him along into the suite. In the living room he stopped following her. She turned to say something but he was on her. Grabbing her wrists he pinned them behind her back. Moving his free hand he held her chin. She started asking what the hell was going on, but he cut her off.

“Listen, I had many years to work on myself and I know you need a strong hand to guide you. These are those hands,” he spoke in a low voice but she knew he meant it.

He then pulled up her dress exposing her perfect round ass. His strong hand grabbed a handful rubbing it. “Your ass is so perfect. Just one thing missing. That would be my handprint. Come over here,” he said, dragging her over the sofa. He sat on the edge and pulled her down over his lap. His free hand made sure her ass was nice and naked.

All but the red g-strip. He ran his finger under it and gave it a flick. “You always had the sexiest underwear,” he ...

... commented and then his hand came down. Whap. Then he rubs his hand on her ass.

“But your ass does not make your hair color.” Whap

“It is perfect and round.” Whap.

“I can spank it all night long,” Whap.

“We both know this is something you need.” Whap.

Over and over his hand came crashing down. With each hit his hand lingered and he massaged each cheek. She could feel her ass becoming more and more red. She loved the feeling. So different then when she does it herself. It made her bite her lip to keep from calling out. Her hands, which were stretched out past her head, grabbed the throw pillow. Gripping it tightly in her curved up fists.

“You will be my good slut.” Whap.

“If you are, you will be rewarded.” Whap.

“Now, how needy are you?” Whap. To her surprise the rhythm was broken after that hit. His hand massaged her ass but did not come down again. Instead it was buried in between her legs. Her legs open by themselves. Her own response may have held out, but her body knows each of her buttons are being pushed.

His strong fingers sliding easily past her ass and under her. “What do we have here, slut. Are you wet? I think you're wet. Why is that,” he questioned letting the words hang out there.

When she did not answer, he did. “Is it because you are just a needy whore? I think that is what it is. I wonder when your panties started getting wet. Was it at dinner?” Now his fingers started working on her swollen mound. A small moan escaped her lips and ...