“Aaahh.” Marion gurgled, a jolt went through her body, my cock disappeared deep into her throat, her nose hit my pubic bone. Deep throat!
Until then, she had always thought she couldn’t do that. But that’s how it suddenly went. I liked that a lot, so I repeated the game a few times. Marion squirmed, gasping for breath. I didn’t want to overdo it, I didn’t want her to lose interest in this adventure, so I let go of her.
I withdrew from her, stood up, and commanded her, “Stay as you are. Your punishment is not over, bad girl.”
She was still kneeling on the floor, her hands resting on the couch. I knelt behind her. Her large labia shone under the two bulky buttocks. She was wet, very wet. Her labia were swollen, clearly reddened from the blows, and gaping wide open.
The position was immensely inviting. I did have the fuckhole right in front of me.
“Hot cunt, sexy ass, nice red welts,” I murmured, and the next moment, I drilled my dick into her cleft. I held her by the hair with both hands, so that she could not slip away from me. And then I fucked her properly, so that her whole body was shaken by my thrusts, her magnificent tits swinging mightily. She moaned again and again with pleasure.
And then it happened. Almost at the same time, we had a very violent orgasm.
Afterwards we took a breather, drank a glass of wine, and chatted a bit. In between, I admired the welts on Marion’s gorgeous ass again, and also told her how sexy it looked.
“Okay, if you think it’s so sexy, you should enjoy it yourself.”
Her voice suddenly became imperious. “Hop on the couch. Kneel. Brace on your elbows, legs apart, stick your ass out!”
She stepped next to me, facing me, bamboo in her hand. With the other hand, she supported herself on my back. Then the stick whistled through the air, and landed with a loud “clap” on my buttocks. She tried to make the next blow just below the last one, and again, the stick whistled burning on my ass. Two more blows on my most precious followed.
She touched my ass and stroked my welts. I began to breathe faster and moan slightly. The pain was bearable, and only fueled me.
Marion decided to hit harder. She then struck violently four times in a row. At the third blow, I howled vigorously, and the fourth, I endured only with great lamentation.
“Shhh, shhh, can’t you stop whining? Well, then let’s try something different.”
She stroked the inside of my thighs and continued up to the buttocks, not without grabbing between my legs and scratching my nuts. My ass had gotten really hot from the ordeal.
Marion spread my ass cheeks, my “brownie” would be visible. With one finger, she ran through the notch, her fingertip stroked over my anus. I couldn’t suppress a pleasurable moan. She smiled happily.
Then she put a finger in her mouth, wetted it with spit, and put a little pressure on my rosette. Her cheeky finger circled around my asshole. I tensed up.
“Loosen up,” she said. I did as I was told, relaxing the sphincter. And in an instant her finger was in my intestines to the limit. I cried out, an absolutely unfamiliar feeling. Then she slowly started fucking me with her finger.