But what if he was wrong? So far she had been creating everything in her own imagination; maybe she was going to give herself an imaginary spanking and he was just supposed to continue watching. So tempting, though… It had always been one of his fantasies to have a girl over his lap with her skirt up, and this situation was way beyond that. He turned towards the silk-covered behind being held so invitingly in the air, the wet spot in the crotch of her panties now practically dripping where the vibrator was being held in place. He raised his right hand, started to swing… …And caught himself. This was crossing a line. If he actually touched her… If it wasn’t what she wanted… She’d asked him not to spank her, but… At this point she raised her head and began to whimper, “That’s so mean. I know you’re going to s-spank me, so just get it over with instead of playing with me like this, making me wait. Go on. I can’t stand it, go on!” Then she put her head down again. That was enough for Bird. He lifted her skirt off his lap, roughly folded it and tossed it onto the back seat. Then, taking a deep breath and looking around once more to be sure there was no one close by, he slut raised his hand again and this time let it fly. It landed on the right cheek of her behind with a smack that sounded really loud to Bird, even though the blow had been somewhat tentative. The effect on the blonde woman, however, was instantaneous: she hissed through her teeth, arched her back and began waving her behind back and forth as though trying to cool it off, which Bird found intensely arousing. The windows were still rolled up; they were both perspiring freely in the heated confines of the car, and the air was permeated with the cumshot smell of her arousal. Bird wanted to spank her again immediately, but was still hesitant. Was one swat all she wanted? As if hearing his thoughts, the woman raised her head slightly and continued her inner dialogue in a kind of moan: “Yessss…wh-what I deserve…my own fault… Ohhhh, noooo, not ten, please nooo….not tennnn….noooooooo…” She trailed off into a kind of choked sob. Which was jerked into blowjob a loud gasp as Bird landed his second blow, this one much harder and self-assured than the first. He allowed her to wave her behind back and forth, mostly because he really liked it, naked before giving her a third…and then a fourth…and then a fifth. Each time, she gasped, hissed through her teeth and moaned, but otherwise said nothing more and held her position, so Bird figured she was getting what she wanted – especially since the entire crotch of her panties was now soaking wet. He was really getting into this. He gave her the sixth and seventh swats backhanded, being unable to reach her left cheek any other way. Then, delirious with power, he actually reached out with his free hand and tugged on the waistband of her panties, pulling them up so that the fabric slid between her cheeks, leaving them exposed. She shivered and moaned but made no comment, so Bird, even more turned on by the sight of his red hand-marks on her behind, resolved to make the last three the best. And they might have been – the first of the three certainly landed with a satisfying smack on her bare right cheek, leaving a white imprint of his hand on the reddened skin. However, Bird had forgotten that his other hand, the one pulling up on her panties, was the one holding the remote control for oral the vibrator. There were objects floating in the air, things that the people were holding when we grabbed them and tossed aside as dragged them to the office. We slut made eye contact maybe once the whole time. They did end up having a great day together. I was slapped again – twice – in quick succession, and I tried to lift myself off the footstool as my cunny was being battered. I loved her so much. I wore only a shirt and shades while I piloted the boat. I sat at cumshot the bar and watched some fishing boats – called ‘long tailed boats’ naked because they are powered by old car engines driving a propeller on a long straight shaft sticking out the back – pass across the mouth of the bay. Now. “I believe you. She whimpered, pulling her hand away from my shaft's base. Like a true chauvinistic male he just released her hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trousers before she could turn around. She said, smiling at me seductively. What he had was wanting a discussion about the shop. Fuck, if only she had been lesbian too. It was still stiff. Both Emma and I looked for somewhere to hide. She came out of nowhere and asked if I was familiar with it, blowjob then asked how a person knows she is into it... Only not mentioning the intimacies also expected. “Meet me here after school.” He sighed while I put my hands in his pants and on his dick again. Damn, Mom, I'm letting my juice out too. “No,” I answered softly. I panicked. “A hot step-MILF.” He replied with a nod. Outer lips, inner lips, all of it was big oral and it opened with her legs widening and I could see up into her vagina. You know, the ass you’ve already had……Oh my gawd, did I just say that out loud? I them told Joe to go over and feed his cock to his sister.