”She looked at me open-eyed and then looked around and fixed her gaze on the box of tissues next to me.“Could I …” she began but I cut her off...“What a waste,” I said, “use your tongue.”“But, Miss,” she sounded and looked appalled.“It won’t kill you. Now, get on with it or it will be another spanking.” As I mentioned the word ‘spanking’ I leant down and picked up the paddle that Mo had dropped onto the carpet. I had no intention of using it, but the action could be and was so easily. I headed down the street for my flat. It still wasn’t hurting, but I was getting a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I went straight to my room and considered messaging her, to apologise if I’d been too intense, or something. But no, fuck it. I’d be lying. I wasn’t sorry for saying it. If she had problems with it then they were exactly that – her problems. Not mine. Some gut emotional intelligence was telling me to give her space. I was in bed when she messaged me. It’s not like I’d been. Then suddenly he pushed me flat on the bed and got on top of me. He locked my mouth with a kiss and he made the contact. It was too good. As soon as he made the first push, I started biting his lips and tongue as he had kept my mouth locked with his. Then he gave the push gradually and it was hurting like crazy. But that ecstasy of me having sex with the dream guy made me forget all the pain. I guess my vagina walls were very tight, as he stopped midway and applied some cream to make it. I wanted it to stop but it just felt so good. Then, Jon started speeding up. This only intensified my pleasure. I started feeling an orgasm coming. I couldn’t control it or stop it. My little clitty had been rubbing up and down on Jon’s furry tummy. His cock was so deep inside of me, it was euphoric. I cried out in delight. Jon’s cock got rigid. He started slamming it into me. This sent me over the edge. I screamed out “Yes, yes, yes.” We came together. I felt his cock spurt his juice into me..