1. The Other Stephen's Story


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Male Domination, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: stex, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    calmly removed my clothes, stacking them neatly on the arm chair. I was pleased to note her glass was empty, and she had not spilled any. She was coming to her senses, so I dove between her legs and penetrated her. I thrust vigorously and she started moaning again, she warmed up very quickly and again reached a climax. Impressively quick considering our previous exercises. Again she was reaching a plateau of excitement as I thrust into her. Our gazes met, my heart melted, my manhood said his piece and Maria reached her most violent climax yet. I collapsed in a spent heap at her feet. Fearing this position was not good for my masterful persona I summoned up enough effort to gain a seat on the couch. There I resumed being a spent heap. Maria was first to regain her senses. She moved over to hug me, she looked up at me, again my heart melted as our gazes met. I felt dizzy, I felt ill, I felt … happy. She spoke, "O Wow! Amy wasn't kidding, I'm going to kill her for keeping you to herself all these years." My spirit soared to new heights that I had pleased her. I tried not to show it, I again tried to look stern. "Did I say you could speak?" She looked at me unimpressed. "Please fetch me another glass." Still she looked at me impassively. She stretched languidly, "Go get it yourself, Antjie." She was not showing the proper respect. As much as I wanted to please her, to serve her, she should not be allowed to act so. I got up, taking both of our glasses to the kitchen. I poured ...
    myself a drink, leaving the other glass empty. I cast about the kitchen, I found a sturdy plastic spatula. 'He that spareth his rod hateth his son', or daughter in this case, I did not hate her. Getting back to the couch, I set my drink down. I used my sternest countenance, "You young lady, need to learn some respect and manners." I slapped my hand with the spatula. "What?" I sat down next to her. "I am going to teach you respect. Lay here." I indicated she should lay over my lap. "No." I hooked her under her arm and pulled her over my lap. "Stop that, Ow!" I brought the spatula down on her most appealing, shapely, bum. I hit her again, she protested again. I hit her several times more, her protestations quieted, and she moaned. A moan of passion. This development surprised me, I stopped. "Mooore." She pleaded. Confused, I felt the area I was previously assaulting, it was warm after my ministrations. Her legs were open, I passed by her womanly area and she shivered. I pressed home on her button, she exploded. I let her rest. She spoke, her voice matched her languid posture, "If I promise to be very good, will you do that again?" Still stern, I admonished her, "I shall think on it, if you cease referring to me as Antjie. You should contemplate you rude behavior." — Now what do I do? After last night, Maria wants me to flagellate her again. This is really not to my taste, but I want to please her as best I can. I will visit her this night, she says her playroom is well equipped ...
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