You come over to my house for the first time, wearing a blouse and a skirt. There is some nervous small talk as this is the first time that we have met.

I welcome you in and you enter, nervously exploring the sitting room and as you do. You walk past the sunshine pouring in through the window I can see through you clothes and I notice that you are not wearing any underwear.

I continue to watch you as you walk around the room, while I answer the telephone. You pick up small trophies and other knick knacks that one collects through life. You move towards the bookcase and you notice that I become tense, you register that this is my private zone, a place for me only. But you tease me and pick a book an examine it.

I put my hand over the phone and ask you to be careful and to put the book down. As I resume talking you throw the book on the floor creating a loud crashing sound against the polished floorboards. You look at me as I stammer some excuse to the person on the other end of the line and hang-up.

I walk over to you, standing so close to you and to your face that we could kiss. I can smell your skin, your perfume, your lipstick and your fear. I ask you to "Pick it up"

You stare right back at me and do nothing else. I reach up and take a tight hold of your hair and brush my lips against yours, repeating "Pick it up"

I step back a push your head down so that you can reach out for the book. You take the book while I take a view of your round arse cheeks where they come together through your skirt.

You stand back up, look at me with a hint of a dare and casually drop the book again.

There is no sound, pages are crumpled and I become agited. I grab your hair and push you to the nearest couch. A noise of struggle erupts as I do. Your face is flushed, jerking your head around I sit on the couch as you try to maintain your balance. While you are trying to find yourself, I reach up into you blouse and firmly grab one breast then the other. I take your left nipple and squeeze it hard. You squeal in response to a further pinch on your nipple, arousing me and you. In a quick fast movement I rip your blouse of and onto the floor.

You struggle and as you do I come up from behind you. You now feel my hard cock as it brushes against your thigh in the struggle.

I reach through you skirt and run a finger through crotch.


I push your head into the couch, to muffle your screams. I hike up your skirt over your bottom with a little difficulty. Suddenly you become still, frightened and you wonder whether to go on.

You try to remain perfectly still but I can feel your hips moving ever so slightly against the hardness between my thighs. The heat from your pussy is radiating into my lap.

I grab a handful of your arse cheek and you jump and startled at the touch. I continue to move your cheek and you moan into the couch. I grab the other cheek and you moan again. This noise annoys me and I stand back and deliver a hard smack onto each cheek. You cry out like a petulant child but continue to wriggle your thighs against my hard cock.

I lift you off my hips and remove my trousers. I draw you back, with your head down on the couch. To you the feel of my erect cock is merciless as it probes you every time you move.

I plant another hard smack on your cheeks, leaving a red hand print across them. You are gasping for air and move your arse in the air as if you want more. I comply and deliver a series of short sharp smacks. I pause as you cry out. I pause and put my hand tenderly over your arse and vulva and cup your pussy. The wetness seems ridiculous it is every where. I take two fingers and trace them around the puffy outer lips, drying the wetness as I do. Your sobs subside and you are finally still.

I dip two fingers into the fold beneath your clit you react by stiffening your whole body. And I slip my fingers down to your slit. It feels smooth and velvety. My fingers enter you, once inside I do not move them, just leave them motionless. You can't help it but begin to move bucking back trying to fuck yourself on my fingers. I allow it for a while. When you begin to really enjoy it I remove my fingers. At this withdraw you whine and I begin to smack your exposed pussy.

On the first smack my hand lands with a wet slap. You jump and I have to hold you down. And though the spanks are lighter than the pummeling I gave your arse, you continue to cry out. On the third spank you reach out and touch the floor, further exposing and opening your pussy for me. The next spank I can feel the wetness of your outer lips and stop. I stand up against you. I place my cock against your pubic bone.

I move so that my cock is between your outer lips and up against your clit. I move to close your legs so that my cock is immersed in the wetness between your vulva and your outer thighs.

With your legs closed around my cock I begin to spank your arse again. This causes you to move and as you do my cock rubs back and forth along your pussy.

I strike again, this time you wrap your legs tighter around me, creating friction. Again I land another spank you begin to howl in pain and pleasure. I realize that I don't need to hold you by the neck anymore.


To be continued?