She stood in the corner, nose to the wall, wearing a lacy, purple demi-bra, a very red bare bottom, and nothing else.
I walked up behind her. Blond wisps of hair, pulling out of her ponytail, danced around her neck. I could hear small hitches in her breath as she recovered from being over my knee.
I bent my lips to her neck and kissed her flesh lightly, slowly, reveling in her scent. Then I moved my lips to one ear, and whispered, “You were a very, very bad girl.”
She took a breath, then whispered back. “I know. Am I a good girl again now?”
I chuckled, and nuzzled her neck. “Of course you are.” I resumed kissing, nibbling, and sucking on her neck and ears, eliciting small sighs. I moved slowly down her neck to a shoulder, then used my fingers to slip a bra strap down and off her shoulder. She moaned.
I repeated the process on the other shoulder. She moaned again.
I put a hand on each shoulder, and traced the bare skin from shoulder to waist with my fingertips. She moaned again, arched her back, and leaned backward into me. My fingertips traced a path upward. I moved slowly, ever so slowly, moving my hands from her sides to her stomach, then upward, upward, until my hands covered her lace-covered breasts.
I squeezed gently the fullness of each breast, and her breathing grew ragged. I circled the nipples I could feel jutting through the lace, then gently pinched both nipples. She exclaimed, “Oh, God.”
I moved my hands, unlatched her bra, then slid my hands around, up, and under the cups of her bra. Her skin felt like it was afire, and that intoxicated me.
I reveled in the feeling of her smooth skin, her swelling breasts, and the rough, hardening skin of her nipples. I cupped, caressed, squeezed and pinched her breasts. Her moans grew in volume and frequency, until she moaned, “Please, please!”
I reached down into my pocket and pulled out a black, silk sleep mask. I spun her around, held it out to her, and commanded, “Put this on.”
She did.
I told her to wrap her legs around me. When she did, I lifted her into my arms, turned around, and carried her to our bed. When we reached it, I laid her gently on the bed. She gasped, either in anticipation or because her punished bottom still stung.
I loomed above her, leaned down, and began to kiss my way down her body: ears, neck, chest, breasts, nipples, stomach, thighs, calves, toes. With each kids, her breath grew more shallow, and her moans grew deeper.
I kissed my way back up her legs, which parted as I approached her center. I inhaled her scent, then plunged my lips and tongue into her pussy. I swirled my tongue all over her lips, and her clit, and the sensitive flesh around both, every once in a while opening her up and pushing my tongue inside of her.
She gasped, and moaned, and writhed, her fingers tangling in my hair.
” God oh God oh yes oh PLEASE!!!” she yelled.
I rose up above her, and moved into her. Slowly, so slowly, I slid deep into her.
“Ohhhhh, Godddddd,” she moaned, and then we began to move together.
Together and apart, together and apart, in and out, we moved. I felt her pushy throb, pulse, and contract around me, while she felt every throb of my cock deep inside her. I felt her tighten around me, so that when I nearly withdrew from her, it felt as if I was popping out of her.
I rose up on my hands, tilted her hips back, grabbed her legs, holding them high in the air, and began to drive harder and faster down into her. I knew it would drive her crazy and then over the edge in short order.
As I pounded her pussy, she began to yell. “Oh God, don’t stop! You’re hitting it, you’re hitting it, yes, pound my pussy!!!”
I complied, driving harder, deeper, faster, until sweat poured from both of us. I began to feel sensation build along the length of my cock. It was exquisite and explosive. I drove hard into her, and she began to scream, and her legs began to shake. That was my cue.
I stopped trying to hold back, allowing my orgasm to wash over me as I pounded into her. I pulsed 5, 6, 7 times as come flowed out of me. She felt it, and screamed, “Yes, yes, oh give it to me!!!”
I did, until there was nothing left to give. I collapsed on her, tangled in hair and sweat and exhaustion.
We lay tangled for several minutes, catching our breath. I moved to her side, and she smiled and giggled.
“I guess I should be a brat more often.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9nwdqg/fucking_my_bad_girl_mf