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Stifling by SITTING
Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com
caressing it softly. I started to close my legs, but he stopped me. “I’ve been waiting for this since the day I saw you,” he said and without warning, he brought his hand down hard against my ass. Before I could pull away, he followed through with another firm slap. It sounded humiliatingly loud and I tried to wriggle free from his gasp. “What the hell are you doing?” “Count,” he said. “That’s two.” “Wha-? I’m not going to...” “You count and maybe I’ll let you come,” he said in a no-nonsense voice. His hand went under me again and rubbed my throbbing clit hard. I let my eyes close. His fingers moved fast, strumming insistently against my swollen nub until I could hear myself gasping for air. I was too hot, too close, something had to give… but then he stopped. “Deal?” he asked, and his hand slapped against my ass again. I felt obscenely wet. My mind was halfway through deciding to walk away. “Count!” Robbie said. “I swear this is the quickest way. Else I’ll just tie you up and leave you begging for it.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would. There’s nothing worse. Nothing quite as humiliating. Sweating, dripping for a hard cock. And when morning comes, the world can see into this place. Everyone on the street will see you, and-” “Three,” I said and he laughed. “Now, we can get down to it properly.” He slapped me much harder, the sound echoing around the room and I couldn’t help but cry out. “Fuck!” “No. Four. Jesus, where’d you learn to count?” He smoothed his hand across my ass feeling ...