‘Ohh, mi papi would be impressed. It’s perfect.’ ‘You’re perfect.’ It shot out before I could even think about it, but I meant it, and I s...ood by it without trying to explain it away. She eyed me curiously, uncertainly, but there was an excited undercurrent to it. Could she have enjoyed last night more than I thought she did, and for reasons I never would have considered? If so, why did she turn me down at the end? I had just excavated enough courage from the mountain of self-doubt to kiss her. We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of an itch not readily susceptible of amelioration otherwise. She could be most accomodating like the time I called when she was in bed between fucks, proceeded to recount for me in lubricious detail the activities of recent past ultimately to the delight and renewal of the three of us, then made me a long distance contributor in a most unique threesome. Such a creative, imaginative woman! This morning she was acutely horny. Then he began moving faster but steady. I felt myself in-synch with his motions, moving with him, so he just let go and totally fucked my face. I grabbed around his hairy legs and held on to steady myself and a couple of times he almost shoved me backwards to the ground with his thrusts. He pumped into me in a kind of frenzy and kept screwing my mouth until I could hear him start to moan and build. But I didn't want him to cum yet, so I tightened my lips around his dick until he slowed down a. I watch him examine it as if he’s never seen it before. He looks back at me through the mirror and lowers the brush again. Holy CHRIST! The sting comes out of nowhere and moves from my ass up through my spine and out of the orifices of my head. My eyes water immediately and I draw such a sharp breath I think I whistled. Did he just… “What the Fu-!” I try to turn and confront him but he presses his weight into me – that semi-rigid cock swelling against the very spot he just punished.