Sharing Her [D/s, M/f, spanking, light degradation]

She laughed and patted her husband on the arm, squeezing it slightly. The man across the table from them laughed as well, his eyes twinkling, his hand toying with his low-ball glass. She caught his eye and felt butterflies start to take flight in her stomach. Her husband must have felt her tense; he leaned down and murmured in her ear “Are you ready to get out of here, kitten?” Without taking her eyes off the other man, she nodded her head slowly, a smile on her lips.

Her husband squeezed her thigh reassuringly, and then lifted the hem of her dress slightly and slid his hand up her leg. She froze, trying to keep the expression on her face neutral. He traced the lace at the edge of her panties with his fingertips. She felt her thighs break out in goosebumps and she let out a soft sigh. Louder, so the other man could hear, he said “Pet, why don’t you go up to the room and we’ll meet you there. I want to have a chat with him before we head upstairs. Give us a few minutes.” He removed his hand from her thigh, gently dragging his nails down it as he did so.

She hesitated to leave the table because her curiosity was killing her, but she knew better than to argue with him. She leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek. She straightened her dress, pushed her chair back, and stood. Her husband playfully patted her ass and she giggled.

Her pulse was pounding, and she felt a familiar lump in her throat as she walked to the room. Her hand was a little shaky as she put the keycard in the room door. Closing the door behind her, she kicked off her shoes and tugged her dress off over her head. She considered leaving her bra and panties on but knew her husband would want her to be naked, as a surprise for her new friend. She took a quick look in the mirror to reapply her lipstick and make sure her hair looked okay – not that that would last for long once she got started. Her husband liked her to play hard and she knew that by the end of the night she would be sweaty, covered in fluids, her makeup making its way down her cheeks or completely smeared off.

She reclined on the bed, fidgeting with her phone, waiting for the men to join her. Her pussy was already wet, imagining the evening that laid ahead. She had turned down the AC and her nipples were hard, the skin surrounding them puckered and tight. She breathed in deeply, exhaling through her mouth. Yes, she enjoyed doing this for her husband, because he liked to watch and she enjoyed pleasing him, but she enjoyed it for selfish reasons as well. She liked sex. She craved it and she was both proud and embarrassed about that.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud sound of the hotel door lock turning. Voices low and deep, the men entered the room, her husband carrying a bottle of wine. He caressed her hair, tugging on it gently as he kissed her on the forehead. “Ready, pet?” She felt her pussy clench at his touch and dampness spread as he spoke to her. It sounded like a question, but he knew it was far from it. She nodded. He cupped her chin and smiled. “That’s a good girl.” The other man stood in the middle of the room looking a little unsure.

Her husband stood up and walked to the armchair in the corner of the room. He poured a glass of wine and relaxed into the chair, unbuttoning his collar. “She’s yours to enjoy now. Remember, her ass is mine. You can use a toy or your fingers on her but keep your dick out of her ass. Mine. You can’t cum inside her cunt, as much as I’d love her to get knocked up by a stranger in a hotel like the little whore she is. Red means stop immediately, yellow means slow down and check in. Got it?”

The stranger nodded, his eyes darting between her and her husband. She could tell that he was struggling to keep his eyes off her. She could see a distinctive bulge in his pants and the pulsing in her pussy grew stronger. She wanted this man. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to show off for her husband, to demonstrate what a good, obedient girl she was, willing to perform with a strange man for his amusement. She watched as he pulled his shirt off over his head, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, leaving him only in boxer briefs. She started to breath more heavily in anticipation. He smiled nervously and walked to the bed. His erection strained against the material of his underwear.

He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her forcefully down the bed, closer to him. He knelt between her leg, leaning back on his heels so he could see all of her. He stroked her abdomen and moved his hands down to her wet cunt. She felt so exposed and vulnerable as he used his thumbs to pull her labia apart, revealing her hard button of a clit and the wetness that seeped out of her. He groaned, “you’re so fucking wet.” Still kneeling he slid a finger inside of her. Her hips rose and fell with the rhythm of his strokes.

“Put another finger inside her,” her husband instructed from across the room. The stranger turned to look at him, but only nodded. She felt a second thick finger inside her slippery cunt. She groaned and continued to buck her hips, wanting his fingers deeper inside her. “Now a third. She’s a greedy whore. Give her three fingers.” She felt the pressure as he pushed a third finger into her. She whimpered as she adjusted to the girth. His thrusts had slowed down a bit as they both adjusted to fitting more of his fingers inside her, but she felt her pussy loosen, accepting his fingers, her juices being spread around as he pushed and pulled in and out of her. “Fuck her harder with your hand; she can take it. She craves it.”

The stranger obeyed and started to pound her pussy with his fingers. Her hands grasped for the sheets and she let her legs lay heavy on his shoulders as he jackhammered his hand into her. His fingers felt like they were touching every part of her and she could feel her muscles tensing. He continued his incessant pounding. She felt the tension start to build and yelled out as she started to orgasm. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, trying to push them out of her. He continued to slide them in and out, firmly, but not quite as forcefully as before. Her body jerked up off the bed and her thighs closed around his hand. She tried to push his hand away.

“Are you done?” her husband asked the stranger. He shook his head. “Then don’t let her push your hand away. Pet, you know better. Spread your legs like a good girl and let him get his fill of your greedy cunt.” She lay panting on the bed, a sheen of sweat on her body, but she obeyed. She let her thighs fall apart and let her hands drop to her side. The stranger resumed sliding his fingers in and out of her slick slit. “Fuck,” he groaned as he listened to the wet sounds her body made. He removed his fingers from her with a slurping sound. He wiped his wet hand on her torso.

The stranger moved from between her legs and laid beside her, tracking his hand across her stomach and up toward her breasts. Without warning, he smacked her tit. She gasped, but blushed when she saw her nipple harden in response. He smacked her other breast, a little harder than the first. She whimpered and whispered “more.”

“What was that, my love? I couldn’t quite hear. Did you ask for more? Do you want him to hit your tits again?” She nodded. “Yes, sir. Please.”

“You heard the lady. Such a dirty girl, wanting her breasts to be smacked.” The man began to tap his hand against her breasts, first the right, then the left. Each smack got a little harder, making sure she felt the sting. She watched her skin turn red as she squirmed in the bed, part of her wanting to get away and another part of her not wanting it to stop. She squealed as he landed an especially stinging hit on her tit and then felt his warm hands cupping her breasts, massaging them firmly. He rolled her nipples between his fingers. Leaning down, breasts squeezed in his hand, he took a nipple into his mouth and started to suck like he was trying to suck milk out of her. There was no milk to be had, but the thought made her even more excited. He dragged his teeth over his nipple as he broke off his suckling and smacked her breast again. She yelped.

She heard her husband’s voice break in. “Enough of all that; show him how well you suck cock. I like showing off my little cocksucking whore. Don’t disappoint me…or him.” She scooted around on the bed until she was between the stranger’s legs. Somehow, he still had his boxer briefs on and the front was soaked with his precum. She pulled his underwear off him and was nearly smacked in the face as his cock sprung free. She wrapped her hand around his velvety skin and squeezed gently before starting to stroke him. She leaned down and started to lap at his balls as she continued to play with his cock. She felt them move as licked them. She gently drew one into her mouth, and then the other. She heard him groan. Moving her mouth up to the base, she ran her tongue up to the tip with one long broad stroke. She tasted his precum in her mouth.

Sliding her hand lower, she took the tip of his cock in her mouth. She reached for his hand and guided it to her hair. He took the hint and gathered her hand into his fist. “Harder,” she moaned and felt his grasp tighten, pulling at the roots of her hair. She sighed, happy, and started to suck his cock in earnest. She loved how he filled her mouth and she tried to fit as much of him in her mouth as she could. He was eager, pushing his hips up, trying her to get to take more. He had his fingers entangled in her hair and helped to guide her head up and down his shaft.

“You can take more of him that, Princess. I’m not sure you’re actually trying very hard.” She was fairly sure her husband was only goading her on, but she didn’t want to disappoint him. Taking a deep breath, she forced her mouth down further on the stranger’s dick. He growled, “fuck.” He held her down with both hands, until she had to come back up for air. She took a quick gasp and went back down, his hands again applying pressure. She was able to take bit more of his cock into her throat. They repeated this for several minutes, each time with her taking a little more of his shaft. The stranger roughly pulled her off his cock by her hair. “I have to fuck her.” He glanced over at her husband. “You heard him, pet. Get ready to be fucked.” Her stomach tightened at the thought. She had been craving him between her legs for most of the evening.

The stranger got up. She heard some rustling behind her before she felt him grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed. “On your hands and knees, head down,” he ordered. She felt something smooth touch her ass cheek. She peered around and saw that it was the stranger’s leather belt. He gently tapped her ass with it. She instinctively buried her head in the mattress and stuck her ass higher in the air. The next swing was harder, and she let out a curse word out of sheer surprise. She wasn’t expecting that much force from the stranger. Her husband’s voice was sharp, “does my little one need her gag?” She bit her lip as the next strike landed on her ass. “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” Her husband chuckled. The stranger continued to mark her ass cheeks with his belt, alternating cheeks, mixing gentle strokes with harder ones. She rested her head on her arms, biting her arm to prevent any swear words from escaping her mouth. Her breathing was shallow and raspy as she breathed into the pain.

The swats stopped and she heard the belt fall to the floor. She felt the stranger’s hands on her ass, gently rubbing them to take away some of the sting. She felt his breath as he leaned down to kiss each red cheek. He stood up and his hands continued to rub and massage her sore ass. He slid a hand down her buttock, over her stomach, and then to her cunt. Reaching underneath her, he found her hard button of a clit and started to circle it, his fingers covered lubricated by her juices. He groaned in satisfaction at finding her still soaking wet. His fingers glided effortlessly as he manipulated her clit. She rolled and rocked her hips, enjoying the sensations, her pussy tight and tense. She leaned back and felt his cock pressed against her. She bumped up against it several times before he pressed it against her entrance. Holding her still, he pressed his cock into her pussy easily.

Still rubbing her clit, he stood still and let her push herself on and off his cock for a few minutes, enjoying the view. Removing his hand from her cunt, he grabbed her hips with both hands and started to move more forcefully. He increased the pace until he was slamming into her. Their bodies smacked together loudly, making sloppy wet noises, as he rammed in and out of her. Her face was pressed into the mattress, muffling her moans. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, trying to gain some leverage. He grunted as he fucked her like a bitch in heat; her body moving with each thrust, the breath being forced out of her each time his groin met her ass. “Where should I cum, slut?” the stranger asked her. Before she could answer, her husband chimed in. “On her ass. Cum on her fat slutty ass.”

The stranger pulled his cock out of her pussy and dug his fingers into her ass with his other hand. She jumped; her ass was still sore from the belt. His sperm spurted on her ass in thick ropes as he let out animalistic pants. She felt the warm, sticky liquid fall on her ass, running down the back of her thighs. He smacked his cock on her ass, dripping the last drops of his cum on her. Letting go of his cock, he ran his hand between her ass cheeks, playing with the cum he had just released onto her, his finger pushing into her ass. She let out a low moan as his finger entered her. He lazily moved it in and out several times before collapsing onto the bed and pulling her against him.

Together their breathing slowed. He traced her arm aimlessly, causing her to break out into goosebumps. They cuddled for a few minutes, before kissed her shoulder, rolled over, and padded into the bathroom. She heard the shower starting at the same time as her she felt the bed move. Her husband climbed into bed behind her, wrapping his arms around her, warming her up with his body heat. “I’m going to get you all messy!” she warned. He was still fully clothed.

“Do you think I care? You’re mine and I will cuddle you how and when I want to. I can wash my clothes.”

The stranger came out of the bathroom, collected the clothes piled on the floor, and got dressed. He exited the room quietly. Her husband got out of bed. “Stay there, pet. I’ll be right back.” She heard the water running in the bathroom. He came back, naked, with a washcloth in one hand and a hand towel draped over his shoulder. Sitting on the bed, he looked at her, taking her in. Her hair was wild and tangled, the roots damp. Her eyeliner and mascara had given her dark circles. There was no lipstick left that he could see. He leaned down and gently wiped her face clean. He moved down her neck to her collarbone. The washcloth was warm and she purred and he wiped off her body. Down her sternum, under her breasts. Over her abdomen and then to her pussy. He carefully wiped her cunt clean, including her mound and the crease where her thighs met her body. He ran the washcloth over her thighs, before rolling her over to cleanse her back and ass, as well as the back of her thighs. He toweled her off, front and back before crawling back in bed and gathering her up in his arms, his leg draped over her hip.

“Did you have fun tonight, kitten?” She murmured in the affirmative, sleepily nodding her head. He grinned and stroked her hair. “You did such a good job, my girl. I’m so proud of you. You’re such a dirty girl, but I love it. You’re my dirty little kitten. Get some rest. You’ll need it; I get my turn tomorrow morning. And I’ll be cumming inside your gorgeous little pussy…and your ass. Mine.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i9zvy9/sharing_her_ds_mf_spanking_light_degradation