Once he was inside me, Joel started fucking me almost immediately. He held my hips firmly in each hand while he used his whole body to thrust in and out of my slippery-wet opening. I grunted and moaned each time he shoved the full length of his cock inside me, hard enough to make a wet slapping sound. It took me about a minute or two after being taken to remember there was a mirror in our room. I lifted my head and watched almost in a trance at Joel’s butt as he thrust his body towards mine. I could see my boobs hanging down and swinging like pendulums, bouncing in time with Joel’s rhythmic fucking. I watched him raise his right hand about level with his stomach, and I watched him bring it down on my right butt cheek with a smack that filled the room.
It was the first time I’d been spanked in decades, so I squealed, loudly. But…it wasn’t an unhappy squeal. Yes, it stung, and he did leave a red mark on my cheek in the shape of his hand, but by that point I’d already committed to giving into his every wish that night, and I didn’t care. It wasn’t as though he did it maliciously, either; this was a playful-but-dominant butt smack between (very) consenting sexual partners, so I asked him for another. I watched as he smiled at me in the mirror, then spanked me again, on the left cheek for a matching mark.
That second smack seemed to wake me up from my laziness. I suddenly realised he was probably wanting a bit more participation on my end, rather than just being a wet and willing hole for him to fuck. I moaned his name and started thrusting my butt towards him, meeting his thrusts in the middle.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he grunted approvingly. After 54 years on this planet and 36 years of sexual activity, I finally understood how to participate in doggy style. Rather than kneeling and simply feeling degraded while some guy fucked at me from a dominant position, Joel helped me see that I could actually contribute and enjoy myself, too. As lame as it might sound, it was actually a very happy moment for me. Suddenly, doggy style’s very primal, rough and animalistic nature took on a new, almost liberating light.
Staring at us in the mirror, I saw Joel’s tight butt. I stared at his sexy, masculine body glistening with a fine layer of sweat. I could even see his hard, young, very thick cock disappearing and reappearing from my vagina. I watched my breasts bouncing and swinging hypnotically while we fucked. I saw my flat-but-firm butt, the faint red outline of Joel’s hands from his intermittent spanking glowing in the florescent lights of the cheap motel we were staying in tonight. I saw my face, smiling in ecstasy for the second night in a row after far too long. I studied my hips, gripped tight by my son, and concentrated on my movements. I thrust back towards Joel’s body as hard and as fast as he thrust forward into me. Finally, I was doing doggy properly – fucking back at the man who was fucking me. I loved every second of it, and I wished we could take the mirror with us when we left; I never wanted to have sex without one again.
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