Confessions of a Motherfucker Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Motherfucker Ch. 05

... before me.

"Down," I said and it hit me that was the same command I used with the dog.

Her eyes were overflowing and her nose was running freely, but I could also smell the womanscent of her arousal.

"Present like this," I said, holding my hands out, palms flat and up.

She laid the switch on her palms and presented it to me.

"Good girl," I said. I ran the switch across my palm, tested it, and found it good.

"That is the way you will present a switch when it is needed," I said, smiling, "do you understand?"

"Yes," she said, her voice soft.

God help me, I WANTED to do it as I laid the switch, very gently, against her cheek.

Her eyes got big.

"If you fail to do it properly," I said, trying for the sort of formal language that the very best of the pornographic videos I had watched or books I had read used, "I'll use the switch and lay a welt right here," and I very lightly brushed her cheek.

And it turned out, I was right. This sort of mental "sensation" was working on her. Her breath caught in a sudden intake, and her eyes closed, her face smoothing into a look of contentment.

And her womanscent, that sweet perfume of a woman's desire, was suddenly thick in the air.

God, I wanted to do it. I could almost see the switch striking that soft skin, hear her sharp scream, and see the bright pink welt rising.

It took an affirmative act of will to stop my hand that very much wanted to do it.

But I didn't.

And I thought, the way her ...

... shoulders sagged a little, she was disappointed when the urge had passed.

She needed something, though, and I desperately wanted to give it to her.

"Stand up," I said, and she stood showing that odd grace she could, sometimes, the residual from her time as a gymnast and runner.

I took her hand and walked her into the yard feeling oddly like we were woodland creatures, naked with the grass scratchy on our feet. In as near to the middle of the backyard as I could figure I stopped and turned her with my hands on her shoulders.

I smiled and kissed her, a nice gentle kiss, my hands light on her back.

"Bend over and grab your ankles," I said, breaking the kiss and breathing the words into her ear.

Her eyes got big, that deer-in-the-headlights look, but then she smiled.

"Pervert," she said softly as she bent, that athlete's flexibility still in her body, and grabbed her ankles.

"Just a taste," I said, patting the roundness of that slightly oversized ass, "right where you sit as a reminder."

Her breath caught as I ran my hand over her ass, dragging my finger down hergluteal cleft, her asscrack, to touch her anus and then farther, feeling the slickness of her excitement.

I stepped back and just enjoyed the view. And it was a sweet view. In that position, one long deep split from her tailbone to her clitoral hood beckoned. Her full nether lips were leaking. My semen was part of it, but her thick whitish nectar was too.

The roundness of her ass beckoned, and I ...