When I thought about it afterwards (and I thought about it a great deal. Always cumming again and again) it wasn't just the remorseless expertise of her wet probing and flicking fingers and the lovely muscle interplay of her bare arms as she worked on me that so excited me. It was the accompaniment: the simple act of spanking, the never-ending, controlling spanking with her bare palm resounding on my pinkening ass with ever louder cracks. It seemed to spell out to me that I was totally in her power, not just lying there helpless, but being reminded of her power over me every few seconds. When my ass must have been bright pink and was burning and itching madly, she lifted me bodily into the air and then she lay back on the bed. Strip me!' she hissed. I did as I was told. I loved her beautiful, expensive shirt and skirt, bra and panties. I stripped off her tights and kissed her bare thighs. She tugged my hair, so hard that there were tears in my eyes at once and she dragged my head directly between her wantonly splayed legs. She was not shaved. She was hairy and wet and I was only too happy to have my head pushed hard into that wetness. She kept her grip on my hair, pushing and pulling still painfully hard as she forced my mouth deeper and deeper into her. I loved the rhythm of it as I sucked and tasted and licked and tongued and sucked again. Wonderful, wonderful woman! I loved it when her breathing became more and more laboured, the hissing louder. I had never pleasured a woman like this. I had so often just lain back and enjoyed being used and abused. With her the pleasure was doubled. Dvoubled? It was ten times as much! Now she was manipulating me with one violent hand in my hair. Suck me, suck me, fuck me, fuck me' she went on chanting. And then with her other hand she suddenly forced my stinging ass up into the air and as I sucked her, with the same rhythm she began to spank me again with that hard merciless open hand. I began to cum all over again! Oh! Oh! Oh!' and I bucked and squirmed and screamed so she suddenly started to cry out herself and then she began to squirt on my mouth, wailing and grunting. God knows what we sounded like. I prayed the house was empty on a Friday mid-evening. When she was done with me she pushed me away and lay back on the pillow, her hands behind her head. I have a friend who would go wild for you,' she said. `I think it will soon be time for you to meet Madeline.'
I am new to all this so have had to stick to my own life. But if you would like to meet Madeline, you can tell me on lucybabypet@yahoo.co.uk