A first weekend with Sara - Sex Stories

A first weekend with Sara

... herself.

I just lay there, waiting, being careful not to move my feet. The rope around my balls was applying adequate pressure on its’ own, and my cock was certainly three-quarters hard.

I sensed Sara moving around me. She picked something up and then came back around me and sat on the sofa. She then rested and crossed her legs on the small of my back. I heard the video clip on the TV change. It sounded like someone was being spanked.

I felt something flat stroking my left buttock. It moved around and then covered my right buttock. Suddenly there was a soft swishing noise and I felt a sting on my backside. I recognised it immediately. She was using a riding crop, It had a small, flat leather loop at the end. The swish repeated and the crop stung my other buttock.

Soon she was raining blow after blow, alternating sides and covering the whole of both of my buttocks slowly. This carried on for the duration of whatever video clip she was watching and into the one that followed. The stinging faded and became a glow which spread across both of my buttocks. I settled and enjoyed the sensations. I must have moved my toes slightly as the pressure on my balls had increased and my cock was now hard.

I don’t know how long she kept this up but before the clip ended Sara stopped and she lifted her legs off of my back. After a few moments, I felt her kneel between my feet. I assumed this was to view her handiwork up close. Perhaps it was, but I then felt a cold, lubricated ...

... hand encircle my cock. She stroked up and down my entire length covering me with lube. She slowly increased her grip until she was slowly milking me.

Her hand quickly brought me to full hardness. She was still stroking up and down, my foreskin was pulled right back and kept the same rhythm going. I felt myself nearing orgasm as the head of my cock swelled and became more and more sensitive with every stroke. I wanted to fuck her hand but I couldn’t move. I tensed and felt a greater pressure in my balls as my orgasm came closer. Just as I thought I was at the point of no return she released her grip and my cock just twitched in the air seeking just a little more stimulation.

Sara quickly returned to the sofa, her legs once again resting on my back.

The next sensation was just as familiar as the riding crop. She brought the flogger down on my backside, the tails catching me in many places teasing my glowing flesh. She repeated this, not as rapidly as she had with the crop, but soon developed a steady pace. The tails sometimes caught my swollen balls, just stinging slightly, the pain rapidly turning to pleasure. This maintained my hardness.

I could hear Sara changing clips on the TV but the sensations from the flogger were distracting me, and I couldn’t focus on what she was viewing. I was aware of Sara’s legs across my back, the hardness of my cock, the pressure on my balls and the steady whipping on my backside, nothing else.

I have no idea how long this went on ...