0 comments/ 30843 views/ 12 favorites We Want To Watch By: Ashson I had an unexpected day off and seeing the weather was quite good I'd shot down to one of the local beaches for a bit of relaxation. Being the middle of the week there weren't many people around but that didn't worry me. I got in a bit of exercise swimming and just relaxed. For some reason or other the people who were at the beach all just seemed to drift away until the only people left were a group of five girls and myself. Oddly enough I found that I knew the five girls. Only casually, but I did know their names at a minimum. I'd give their average age as about twenty and they were all reasonably pretty and quite nubile, as young women of that age tend to be. I'd never actually dated any of them, just run into them at various places when out and about. Perhaps it wasn't so odd that I should know them; it was a local beach and they all lived in the general area. I wasn't on the prowl so I generally just ignored them, but it just so happens that I do have exceptionally good hearing. Or perhaps the girls were talking a bit loudly. It quickly became obvious that there was a bit of a tiff going on, with four of the girls ganged up against the fifth. To be really accurate, I'd have to save that the one girl was having a go at the four, putting them down and making nasty insinuations, practically gloating over her own righteousness. I'm sure you've all met that type of person, superior and smug, knowing that they're better than you and quite ready to make sure that you know it too. From the various comments I heard, Michelle, the saint, was sneering at the others for not being virgins. At age twenty I would have been surprised if they were. Apparently Michelle was still a virgin, or so she claimed. She put it down to strong moral fibre and a proper sense of what was right. The others seemed to put it down to the fact that she was either a frigid bitch or a lesbian, opinion being evenly divided. Michelle eventually went in for a swim, leaving the other fulminating about her. There was a comment about the lack of sharks and such when they were required and a few other remarks of this type. The comments were ended by the devout wish that Michelle would have an unhappy encounter with a gang of drunken sailors. Large, randy drunken sailors. One of the girls suddenly spotted me relaxing enjoying the sunshine and the conversation and she turned on me, happy to have a new target that would let her work off some of her bad humour. "What are you sniggering about?" she demanded. In my own defence I would like to point out that I don't snigger. I may have been smiling at their little spat, but I was not sniggering. "I'm just feeling amused by your naivety," I said casually. "May I point out that the only proof you have of Michelle's virginity is her word for it. Even if your solution of a gang of drunken sailors meeting her some dark night came true, how would you know? Do you really expect her to front up to you and say that while she was visiting Snow White, the seven dwarves came home drunk and had their wicked way with her? You'll find that Michelle could get raped on a nightly basis for a month but she'd never admit it and she'd deny it if asked. The only way you would find out is to have a witness. And before you ask, the answer is no, I don't know if she's a virgin or not. For that matter, I only have Michelle's word for it that none of you are virgins, although I am willing to find out." "And just how would you expect to find out if any of us are virgins or not?" snapped one of the girls, and then blushed at the pointed look I gave her. What a dumb question. My investigation would very quickly prove that they weren't virgins, even if they had been before I started investigating. About then the girls went into a huddle. One of them had apparently had an idea and they were discussing it. There was a fair bit of giggling and a few surreptitious glances in my direction. I was suspicious. When girls get their heads together like that a wise man departs. So, I'm not wise and I am curious. I stayed and waited. Finally the girls reached a decision and turned back to me. They didn't beat around the bush. Apparently they were a lot angrier and even more upset about Michelle than I had realised, and they quite frankly wanted blood. "How would you like to test Michelle's virginity," one of the girls asked me. Sandra was her name if I remembered correctly. I blinked at that. "Let's be blunt," I said. "You're suggesting that I rape Michelle. Why on earth makes you think I'd want to do that. I could get into real trouble doing that sort of thing." I knew why I would like to have some private time with Michelle. She was a honey with a very nice figure. But why would the others think I'd rape her just because they asked me to. And what was the logic behind their asking? The girls were quick to justify themselves. They'd obviously put some thought into it. The basic reason behind wanting Michelle to have sex (rape optional) was to get her off their backs. She was constantly making snide remarks about loose living women, no better than they ought to be. If Michelle lost her virginity she'd have to shut up about it. (Not that sort of woman, in my opinion. She'd just find another point of superiority to flaunt.) They said she probably wouldn't report it, as I'd pointed out earlier. She wasn't the sort of person to tell anyone that she'd been raped. She'd just keep her mouth shut and hope the rapist would as well. If she did hint that she was going to report it, the girls would all be willing to testify that she'd been willing. It was the last bit that the girls were insistent on. "We want to watch and see her get fucked," Sandra said. "Then she can't pretend it didn't happen. We want to hear her squeal as she gets shafted." "Well," I said. "I think it's a rotten idea and you all deserve a good spanking. And probably a good bonking to go with the spanking, just to drive home the lesson. So, as long as you understand that as a penalty I am going to visit each of you sometime over the next week or so to deliver your spanking and a good bonking, I suppose I could start off by giving the same to Michelle. Then you'll know what to expect when I come visiting. Deal?" The girls went into a huddle again. While they were all in favour of Michelle receiving a spanking and then being ravished they weren't quite so hot on the idea of themselves having to undergo the same. It turned out that Michelle had really got up their collective noses and they were out for blood and were quite willing to pay the cost. They accepted my terms so I pushed them a little harder, seeing if they'd back off. "I want something as a show of good faith," I told them. "Why don't the four of you take of your bikinis and pose for me for a moment. There's no need to be embarrassed as I'll see it all anyway when I come to visit you." The girls looked at each other and back to me. Then Sandra shrugged and whipped off her top. A quick push downwards and she was naked and laughing at me. The other girls giggled and quickly shed their bikinis, leaving me admiring four naked smiling lovelies. Their smiles sort of faded when I lifted my phone and started taking a series of quick photos. "Wait a minute," Sandra snapped. "You didn't say anything about photos." "Don't worry about them," I told her. "When I visit you, you can delete your photo from my phone. This way I have something that tends to say that you will honour your word." "How do we know you won't put them on the internet?" came a nervous question. "Enlightened self-interest," I replied. "If I was silly enough to put these up on the 'net, there's no way you're going to agree to my coming around. You're more likely to come around and use a shotgun to explain to me the error of my ways. It looks as though Michelle is heading back in this direction," I added. "Are you going to put your bikinis back on, or leave them off and shock her?" The answer was immediate and unanimous. Sandra summed it up. "Screw her. Let her be shocked." Michelle came barging up, looking self-important and sure of herself. She faltered a little when it dawned on her that the other girls were standing around a man, each one of them (except me) stark naked. "What's going on?" she demanded. "What do you think you're doing?" "Ah, Michelle," I said. "Glad you could join us. The girls came to me with a little problem and I offered to help them out. This," I added, waving at the lovelies standing around, "is just a spontaneous show of appreciation for the help I offered. It appears that you've been giving the girls a hard time so I offered to spank you for them. Just to let you know that you should be a bit politer." I silenced with a cold look a couple of the girls who'd been about to pipe up with something I was fairly sure I didn't want them to say. Meanwhile Michelle was spluttering. "I've been giving them a hard time?" she yelled. Before she could continue I butted in. "And I'm sure you're sorry for it now. However, I did promise the girls I'd give your tail a bit of a paddling so I'm sort of stuck with that promise." Michelle was preparing to back off and go elsewhere but the other girls had already closed around her. I was still sitting on my towel and Michelle was standing next to me. She was too busy glaring at the others to notice when I hooked my leg behind her knees and tugged sharply. With her knees suddenly collapsing under her, Michelle had no way to go but down. It didn't take much effort for me to guide her fall so that she finished up sprawled face down across my lap. She scrabbled in the sand, trying to get her hands and feet under her, but my hand in the middle of her back kept her pinned there. "You'll have to excuse me," I told her, as I swiftly pulled down the bottom of her bikini. "It's just that I think a paddling should always be done on a bare bottom. Even if that bottom is one as pretty as yours." With that I delivered a healthy spank to that pretty bottom. Then I paused, considering the situation. "You know, it seems silly for you to be wearing just your top when everyone else is completely naked. If one of you would be so kind as to help Michelle take her top off?" All four of the girls seemed willing, but it was Sandra who bent down and untied it, stripping it away and leaving Michelle naked across my lap. I settled down to delivering a nice little spanking, but conscious that my main task was to give Michelle a good rogering I thought it only sensible to prepare her for the fun to come. Michelle's legs were kicking up and down and she was squealing and protesting as my hand warmed up her bottom. The legs stopped kicking and clamped together the first time that a spank slipped between them and landed on her pussy. This made it easier to spank her bottom, but that wasn't my main target. I started slipping down spanks that landed where her legs were clamped together, stinging the sensitive flesh there. It wasn't long before Michelle conceded defeat and let her legs hesitantly part, giving me access to her mound again. Now the whole tenor of the spanking changed. My hand was still warming up her bottom but my fingers, and I have long fingers, were slipping between her legs and teasing and rousing Michelle's pussy. To the watching girls it would look as though I was just giving Michelle a simple spanking but both she and I knew that I was committing a determined sensual assault upon her love mound, building her internal excitement, causing heat and moisture to rise within her. I could see her pussy flushing with colour and her lips were parting, inviting me in. Not wanting to drag things on too long and spoil it, I decided to accept the invitation. I rolled Michelle over and laid her upon my towel. She knew what was coming and she didn't even try to resist. Her eyes just drifted down below my waist and she watched, scarcely breathing as I dropped my bathers, revealing my rod of correction. I heard a couple of muttered comments from our audience, but ignored them. Michelle was ready for me and I was certainly ready for her. I eased Michelle's lips apart and pressed gently against her. All five girls were holding their collective breath as I moved into Michelle, her pussy yielding happily, eager to accept its present. Michelle may have been getting carried away with what was happening but she still had enough of a sense of self-preservation to give a sharp squeal as I slid into her. From the approving sounds that our audience made they assumed that I was puncturing her virginity. From the smooth way I glided straight past her hymen I assumed that she was hoping to convince the girls that she had just had her cherry popped, and from the look in her eyes she was asking me not to let on. That was fair enough. I was demonstrating she was no longer a virgin which was what the girls wanted. I didn't have to say that I wasn't the one who made her an ex-virgin. Now that I had fully entered Michelle I started moving slowly within her, seeking a response. I both did and didn't get one. I could feel her twitching against me, wanting to respond but deliberately stopping it. I suspect she was scared of what the other girls would think of her if they saw her industriously humping her tush. Whatever the reason, I was having none of it. My hand wandered to that point just below the ribs where most girls have a ticklish spot. Then I jabbed it. Michelle squealed and bucked, and I'd timed it so that I was driving down hard when she bucked. From that point on it was a lost cause for Michelle. Her body enthusiastically entered into the game I was playing with her, rising eagerly to meet me as I thrust down hard and fast. Michelle didn't even try to resist my onslaught. Her legs came up and clamped around me and her hands dug into my shoulders as I rode her hard. Our audience were laughing and cheering, yelling advice that I didn't need. I was hammering Michelle and she was responding in spades. What else was there? Not much else, really. Michelle was humping her bottom and squealing in excitement and I was driving home just as fast as I could go. I could hear Michelle's squeals reaching a crescendo but that was OK by me because I was fast reaching a crescendo of my own. The way we came together at the end there you'd think we'd practised it a thousand times instead of just being the first. (And hopefully not the last, but I wouldn't count on it. Girls can get funny about giving a repeat performance, especially if they hadn't known they were going to be starring in the original performance.) Michelle just lay there afterwards, breathing deeply. I shooed the others away. I saw no reason for them to hang around and gloat. When Michelle finally settled back into the land of the living she calmly informed me that I was a bastard. I didn't say anything and she shut her mouth for a few moments. But she was aching to know something. "Did you tell them that I wasn't a virgin when you took me?" she asked. "Weren't you?" I asked. "I wasn't really paying attention to that. I was just so totally enthralled by your body and your responsiveness that I didn't notice." She gave me a dirty look. She knew that I knew, but it seemed I wasn't admitting it so she was satisfied with that. She couldn't claim virginity in front of her friends anymore but at least she could claim that it had been an involuntary loss as they damn well knew. - - - It was a few days later that I dropped around to visit Sandra. She and Yvonne, another of the quartet, lived in a unit by the beach. Yvonne answered the door and she looked a little nervous when she realised who was there. She invited me in anyway, calling out to Sandra. Sandra came bustling in and ground to an abrupt halt when she saw me. The two girls looked at me and the Sandra addressed the issue at hand. "You've come to collect the way you said you would, haven't you?" I grinned at her, and inclined my head to indicate agreement. The girls looked at each other again and the Yvonne asked, "Who did you come to see? Sandra or me?" I looked at the two young women. They were both young and attractive and currently dressed in much the same fashion, wearing yoga pants and boob tubes. "I hadn't actually made a choice," I told them. "I thought I'd let you two decide who's first. Why don't the pair of you talk it over or toss a coin or something to decide who's the lucky one. One tiny suggestion. Why don't the pair of you take of your yoga pants while deciding?" "Why should we take of out pants?" demanded Yvonne. "Because I'm naturally going to spank a bare bottom, and so they'll have to come off anyway. I'm just saving time for you." "But you're only spanking one of us today. Why should we both take of out pants?" "To please me, of course." I smiled innocently at them. Sandra sniffed. "And I suppose you want us to take off our tops, too?" "Off course not. I don't need your tops of to deliver a spanking. I can always take your top off after the spanking when I'm ready to ravish you. No, I don't mind seeing the pair of you standing around in your tops." Yvonne laughed. "You've got more gall than anyone I've ever met," she told me. Then she nudged Sandra and calmly pushed down her pants and panties and stepped out of them. Sandra gave a wry smile and did the same. I was quietly amused. It was incredibly erotic having the two girls standing there naked from the waist down. They were arguing as to who was to be the lucky one. I interrupted. "When you say the lucky one, do you mean the one who gets her paddling over and done with or the one who manages to put it off for a while?" Yvonne threw up her hands, which caused her breasts to bounce in and interesting manner. "OK. I'll call myself the lucky one and get it over and done with. Then I won't have to worry about you coming around anymore." Sandra nodded her acceptance of this. She didn't mind waiting. She could quite easily put off getting spanked for a year or so. She turned, as though about to leave the room so I could entertain Yvonne in peace. "Hold on, Sandra," hissed Yvonne. "If I have to go through with this, you've got to stay and watch." Sandra stood there looking at Yvonne, holding her pants in her hand. She shrugged and nodded. She looked as though she was going to get dressed again so I spoke up again. "Um, leave them off for the time being, Sandra," I suggested. "It's really quite erotic seeing you standing around like that." I copped a typical female look for that comment, but Sandra had a smug little smile on her face as she dropped her things back onto a chair. I turned to Yvonne. "I've decided I will take your top off before I spank you," I told her, taking hold of it and tugging it slowly upwards. "It will be interesting to see your breasts sway in time to the music." Yvonne didn't resist, letting me lift her top up and off. Now that she was naked I had her turn around and bend over the side of one of their armchairs, hands resting on the seat of the chair. I edged her legs apart, letting me trace the crack of her bottom down to where it changed into the slit of her pussy and around to the front of her love mound. I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy, slowly trailing my hand along following the groove, pressing lightly against it. "You have a beautiful curve here," I told her, my hand travelling back around, finishing on her pussy and gently squeezing. Yvonne gasped, but not as loudly as Sandra. Yvonne was expecting me to play with her but Sandra was taken completely by surprise when I reached over and lightly cupped her pretty little pussy. I winked at her and then turned my attention back to Yvonne. We Want To Watch Ch. 02 If you read my stories in sequence you'll know that I'd arranged a little deal with some young ladies I know to do a little service for them. Due to the nature of the services rendered I'd also extracted promises from them regarding our future relationship. I have to admit the deal was rather one-sided in my favour, which just goes to show that you should never come to terms over something while you're angry. Cool off and have another think. You may not only get better terms but you may realise that you're being rather silly. I'd already seen a couple of the young ladies regarding them holding up their end of the bargain and the matter had been dealt with. I was now heading around to speak to the third of the young lovelies to see if she was willing to comply with my terms. I pulled up at Prue's place and knocked. She went pale when she saw me and started chewing on her lip but invited me in anyway. I could see at a glance that she was scared rigid of going through with what she'd promised but I sensed that she was also too scared to not go through with it. She really shouldn't have agreed to my terms in the first place, and she knew it. I wasn't going to make it too easy for her to get out from under her promise, but I had every intention of at least throwing a bit of a scare into her. Without actually stating it I insinuated that we should move right through to her bedroom without further delay. Once there I looked hard at her and said "Clothes," and she winced and slowly stripped off. It didn't take long. All she had on was a sundress and panties as she'd just been relaxing at home. I have to admit that all a bra would do for her would be to act as adornment. Her breasts were high and firm, confidently standing forth and ignoring the law of gravity. Touching her arm I turned her to face the bed and then pressed against her shoulders to get her to bend over, leaning on her hands. I could see her gulping nervously as I nudged her ankle, easing her legs further apart. She was determinedly not looking at me, and when I ran my hand gently over her bottom I could feel her trembling. My hand slipped between her legs and settled on her mound, cupping her and squeezing gently. She cringed slightly and I heard her give a faint whimper. It must have taken a bit of nerve for her not to scream out loud. Gently massaging her pussy, I broke the news to her. "You do realise that you don't have to accept a spanking and ravishment if you don't want to? All you had to do was show that you're willing to keep your word, and you've done that. If you decide you want to back out now you can. I'll just delete your photo and we'll call it quits." Prue sort of shuddered as my words sank in and the she seemed to completely relax. Oddly enough, part of that relaxation mean she settled down onto my hand, letting me claim her pussy without protest. I continued to gently massage her. She was actually rather excited and I could tell that she was hot and, from the easy way her lips parted when I gently pressed against them, she was probably wet and ready. And relieved that she wouldn't have to yield unwillingly. Prue finally turned to look at me, her relief plain to see. "Do you mean that you're not going to insist on spanking me if I say no?" she asked. I nodded to show that this was so, while I continued warming up her pussy. She wasn't paying much attention to what I was doing at this stage, but her pussy was responding to my touch, albeit unwittingly. "And that means you won't be, ah, ravishing me afterwards?" By this time I'd slipped down my zip and let my erection out to play. "That's correct," I told her, "and your photo will be deleted. You can even do that yourself if you want to ensure that it's gone." By now I'd eased her lips apart and my cock was gently pressing home. Prue seemed to wake with a start as my erection started sinking in deeper. "Wait," she gasped. "You said I didn't have to." "That's true," I told her. "Do you want me to go ahead and spank you?" "No!" came the fast reply, while I sank even deeper. "And you don't want me to ravish you the way I said I was going to?" I asked, and by now I was gently rocking inside her. "No!" Prue was equally emphatic about that. "Fair enough. I won't. One last question. Do you want me to stop what I'm currently doing?" While I was asking this question my hands had slid around Prue and captured her breasts. I was rubbing her nipples and squeezing her lovely globes as I spoke. Prue was breathing hard, but she was at least consistent with her answers. "No," she whispered. It was a lot less certain than the other no's, but as far as I was concerned it sufficed. I continued to move gently, rocking slowly and gradually encouraging Prue to move with me. It didn't take long. A touch of lust had tapped on her shoulder and she was matching my gentle thrusts very quickly. We played silently for a while, letting a pleasurable tension build between us, and I could hear Prue giving little mumble of satisfaction. It wasn't enough of course, and after a while Prue was asking for something more. Always willing to be of service I gave her something more, driving in quicker, feeling her bottom bounce up to meet my harder strokes. Now Prue was squealing and her bottom was gyrating as she strove to get the maximum enjoyment out of what we were doing. The internal tensions were still building but not so slowly now. They were coming along in leaps and bounds, setting fire to our nerves and holding us in the fires. Prue was squealing and writhing under me and I felt like squealing and writhing myself. I pressed home harder, an overwhelming urgency driving me forward until I felt myself ready to explode. A final hard thrust and I was hosing down the fires, and the way Prue went up in flames you'd think I'd tossed gas on them. Prue literally screamed and convulsed around me, shrieking her head off while I continued to pound on her pussy. Finally, with a series of small shudders, she sank down onto the bed and I settled down next to her. After a while Prue started to show signs of life. "I think I was conned," she muttered. "Were you ever going to actually spank me?" "Of course," I told her. "Oh." I could see she was wondering what it would have been like, and probably remembering seeing Michelle get her tail paddled. "Everyone handles it differently," I told her. "I'll give you an example of how your spanking might have proceeded." She was lying on her back, naked, and before she could say yes or no I'd reach down and caught her ankles. I hoisted then skywards and then back down next to her shoulders, effectively leaving Prue looking at her own pussy. Prue squealed in surprise and then squealed again, a lot louder when I started delivering a series of short sharp slaps to her pussy. It was completely exposed and defenceless and I rained a quick series of spanks against. It didn't take long for what I expected to happen. Prue was just recovering from her climax and her pussy was still feeling highly sensitive and the sudden assault made all her nerves flare back to life. As far as Prue was concerned one moment she was lying relaxed on the bed and the next she was bent double and I was literally spanking a climax out of her. She shrieked with surprise, wailing as she writhed under my slapping hand. Surprising myself, I positioned myself above her and Prue shrieked again as she watched my unexpected erection driving straight down and into her. I apparently hadn't been as spent as I thought and Prue was really feeling sensitive. In only moments I was climaxing (even if only in a small way) while Prue was writhing and shrieking as she was hit by yet another climax. After that Prue lay on the bed trembling for about five minutes before she was coherent enough to talk. I got in first. "Of course, that was only a sample of what I would have done if you'd agreed to a proper spanking and ravishment," I told her calmly. "Perhaps you might feel inclined to explore that sort of thing another time." I received a very speaking silence from Prue but I suspect that she's now seriously wondering what if? - - - The last of the young ladies I had to see was Andrea. She just made a sort of grunting noise when I rocked up. You know the type of noise I mean. An 'Oh, it's you' grunt. She didn't actually say anything, just opened the door to let me in and then turned and walked through to her front room. "I know why you're here," she grumbled. To my surprise she then lifted her skirt, yanked her panties down to half-mast and bent over the nearest chair with her skirt hoicked up around her waist, bottom jutting out. "Hurry up and do it," she snapped at me. "I've got things I have to do." Her blasé attitude, her matter of fact acceptance of a quick spank followed by a quick fuck had all the sexual appeal of a kiss from your grandmother. I couldn't tell if she was genuinely bored with the whole idea or quietly furious at finding herself in such a spot. "You might as well pull them up again," I said, with a note of disdain in my voice. "I don't think I'll waste my time. Why don't you just check my camera to make sure your photo is gone and then I'll be gone." Andrea blinked at that, then hastily pulled up her panties. It must have been embarrassing for her to be offering her all only to have it knocked back. "What do you mean, waste your time?" she snapped. "It was obvious that you couldn't care less about the spanking and as for having sex with you! Who wants to have sex with some girl who's probably wondering what colour to paint her nails or texting her girlfriend while you take her? Not worth the effort for either of us." "What makes you think I don't care about the spanking? Do you think I want to be spanked? And I don't text my friends while I'm having sex." "Well I don't know, do I? Do you want to be spanked?" "Of course not. Why would I?" "Then why worry if I decide not to bother?" Andrea glared at me. She'd been all set to suffer in silence and I wasn't playing my part properly. "It's the principle of the thing. I agreed so I think I should go through with it. You're the one who insisted in the first place." "True, and when you took off your bikini and stood there smiling I'll admit that I found you very attractive and sexually stimulating. But you're not really interested so why should I bother?" "It's the principle of the thing," Andrea muttered again. "I don't like being forced into such a position. But I said I would so I will." "And I said you don't have to, so any participation from this point on will be voluntary. No force involved. I'm letting you off the hook." Andrea was confused. "Did you let the others off the hook?" she demanded. "I made them the offer," I told her. "Whether they accepted or not is strictly between them and me. If you want to chicken out then that will be between us and I wouldn't be telling the others." "I wasn't chickening out," protested Andrea. "I said you could go ahead and do it." "With all the grace of a prisoner choosing the rope they'll use to hang him," I murmured, and Andrea blushed. I got off the chair I was on and walked over to where Andrea was standing and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm undoing your blouse," I told her. "I can see that," she yelled. "Why?" "I've decided to take off your clothes. When you're naked I'm going to take you into the kitchen, choose a nice chair, sit down and put you over my knee. Then I'll give you that spanking you're wondering about." While talking I'd continued with the buttons. By the time I'd finished, Andrea's blouse was gaping open and the buttons and zip of her skirt were undone. "But you just said I don't have to," she protested. "True. You can stop me at any time until you're across my knee being paddled." By this stage I'd pushed her blouse off her shoulders and had reached around and was undoing her bra. Andrea was staring at me confused, and I was pulling off her panties before she finally found her voice. "Why do I have to be spanked in the kitchen?" she asked. "Why not here?" "Because I want to," I said. "But what is Susan comes home? She's my housemate. What's she going to say if she comes home and I'm naked in the kitchen getting my bottom spanked?" "If she's polite, she won't say anything. She'll ignore it and go to another room. Of course, if she's a voyeur, she might stay to watch." I was leading a flustered Andrea through to the kitchen. Apparently lowering her panties and bending over for a quick spanking was far different to being stripped naked and bent over someone's knee for a good spanking. Andrea was dithering and raising little objections which I just ignored. Pulling a chair out from the table I spun it around and sat down. Andrea missed her last chance to back out when I encouraged her to bend over my knee, bottom brightly shining. I suspect she was about to say no when my hand came down with that first spank. Andrea squealed and tried to cover her bottom with her hands. I just calmly took hold of them and pushed them up to the middle of her back, holding her firmly while I spanked her again. Then while Andrea squealed and wriggled I gave her a proper spanking. "Hurry up and do it" indeed. Well I was doing it but I wasn't hurrying. I dusted her bottom good and hard, giving her bottom a nice red glow. Andrea was almost wailing when I finally stopped. I flipped her off my knees and onto her own, having her kneel in front of me. "And now the ravishment starts," I told her. "Are you going to cry off?" She had nerve, I'll give her that. She shook her head, ready to take whatever I might dish out. "Then you can start," I said, unzipping. I tugged her head toward my open fly, suggesting what she should do now. Andrea glanced up at me and flushed. Then she reached forward, drew my erection out of my trousers and lowered her head over me. I gasped. It was blatantly obvious that this wasn't the first time that Andrea had had a cock in her mouth. She knew just what to do to get its full attention. Her teeth scraped delicately over the head while her tongue lashed it, tantalising and teasing. I very quickly realised that things would come to a very sudden halt if this continued. I lifted Andrea back up and drew her across my lap, straddling me. With what sounded like a sigh of relief she settled upon me, my erection sliding neatly into her welcoming pussy. She nestled against me for a moment, apparently just enjoying the feel of me in her. I know I was enjoying that feeling. Andrea lifted her head. "Not here," she begged. "What if Susan comes? I can't be caught here like this." If that's what she wanted. I stood up, not the easiest thing to do with a willing woman wrapped around you. Andrea's legs wrapped around my waist and her arms went around my neck. She made a mewing sound as her weight settled upon my cock. "Where's your bedroom," I asked, and then headed in that direction. I trod heavily as I moved, sending a jolt into Andrea with each step. She was gasping and twisting about when we finally reached the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and slowly withdrew. I paused for a moment and then drove down hard, feeling Andrea rise triumphantly to meet me. And that's all she wrote. With that hard downwards thrust and Andrea's matching upwards hump we were committed and driving together as hard as we could. I was bouncing hard upon Andrea, while she was squealing and bucking, clinging to me and trying to get even closer as our bodies ground together. Eventually we climaxed, and the fact that we both came at the same time was luck rather than skill. We were both quite happy to screw the other as hard as we could and the devil take the hindermost. Have you ever noticed how noisy some women can be when they climax? I don't know why they're so insistent on privacy. Everyone in earshot knows what they're doing. We finally dressed and wandered out to the kitchen to get some coffee. I needed something to revitalise myself before venturing out into the street. It turned out that Andrea's housemate, Susan, had come home while she was entertaining me. I'm quite sure my face was suitably bland, but Andrea was blushing and Susan was looking amused. We made small talk for a while, no-one mentioning the subject that the girls were going to discuss as soon as I stepped out of the house. Eventually I said my goodbyes and went on my way. I hadn't got more than a few steps away from the front door before I heard Susan shriek with laughter. I suspect that Andrea was busy ruining my reputation, but I'd survive. I still had one more call I wanted to make. - - - The next evening I fronted up to Michelle's place. She was home alone when I arrived and seemed somewhat startled to see me. She made the mistake of opening the door before really checking to see who it was with the result that I was inside and standing in the hallway before she caught on. Then she reacted. "What do you want?" she demanded. I like it when you get a question that's easy to answer. "You," I said. Michelle seemed a little upset and staggered at that. "What do you mean, me?" she demanded hotly. I explained. "Well, after that interesting little episode the other day I've been thinking of you a lot, so I thought I'd come over and give you a chance. In a moment I'm going to back you up against that wall and kiss you. While I'm kissing you I'm also going to be taking your panties down and pinning you against the wall. When I have you firmly pinned I'm going to take my time and strip of the rest of your clothes and then investigate to see if you feel as good as I remember. Alternatively, you may slap me and send me about my business." I smiled at her and moved towards her. Michelle was spluttering and backing away but she was also remembering the feel of me coming inside her. Michelle kept right on backing away until she was against the wall and my hands were resting on the wall on either die of her. Still giving her a chance to say no, I leaned forward and caught her lip in my teeth, holding her gently. From that point I leaned in and started kissing her, and Michelle wasn't exactly backward about kissing me back. I'd already noticed that Michelle was wearing tights and my hands latched onto them and started pushing them down, grabbing the waistband of her panties as I pushed. Michelle's hands also darted down and hung onto them, but apparently her grip wasn't as strong as mine as the tights slipped through her fingers and I rolled them down to her knees. Now one of my hands was rubbing against her mound while I unzipped my own trousers. I eased her slit open, and moved my head back so that I could watch her face. My cock pressed forward until it was pressing against her slit, easing between her lips. Michelle was pale and biting her lip while she stared at me, but she made no effort to tell me to stop. I slid smoothly into her, filling her quickly, and all Michelle did was gasp. Not quite all, her eyes opened wide and they had a slightly glazed look. I continued as promised, efficiently stripping off her top before continuing to push her tights down her legs. Michelle lifted her feet, one after the other, helping shove the tights off. Suddenly she was naked, still pinned against the wall by my cock inside her. My hands closed around her breasts, gently massaging them, while I rocked softly against her, easing in and out. For some reason neither of us felt the slightest urgency. We just stood there, rocking together, letting it all build up between us as it would. Other times when making love there had always been a point where I or my partner has wanted to speed things up, to come together harder and faster. Not this time. We just swayed together at that slow sensual pace and a gentle lust seemed to control us. We Want To Watch Ch. 02 I have no idea how long we were like that, but it was quite a while. The tensions and excitements built slowly but surely and we both knew that there was no need to hurry them along. They weren't going anywhere and would be waiting when we finally climaxed. Michelle was breathing hard, her hands clutching my shoulders as she swayed back and forth while I rocked inside her and gently massaged her breasts. I found it amazing that such a slowly reached climax could hit me so viciously and from the scream of surprise that Michelle gave she was also somewhat taken aback. We stayed standing there for a while afterwards before Michelle finally spoke. "OK. You've come into my home and ravished me again. What are you plans now?" "Well, unless you have any objections," I told her, "I would like you to make me some coffee to help recharge my batteries and then I'd like to take you to your bedroom and ravish you vigorously, trying a number of different positions before we finish." "Um," said Michelle. "Do you take milk or sugar?" Upon reflection I thought that I was going to be in for an interesting summer. I suspected that Sandra and Yvonne would want to try out a genuine menage a trois, Prue was wondering what it would be like to be properly spanked and ravished, Andrea would want to prove that I hadn't bested her and might drag her housemate into the action and Michelle showed every sign of wanting to be ravished on a regular basis. I could finish up losing a lot of weight over the next few months. We Want To Watch "Do you understand why you're getting a spanking?" I asked her. She nodded. "Because you thought you could talk us into it as the cost of having a go at Michelle, and you thought it would be fun and you've got those photos in case we try to back out." I laughed. She had it summed up pretty well. However I wasn't going to inflict myself upon her if she really resented the idea. "True enough, but I'm not completely hard hearted. If you want to cry off, I'll let you." "And delete my photo?" she asked. "And delete your photo," I agreed. She was tempted but she was also curious. She'd seen the way Michelle had reacted and Michelle certainly hadn't seemed upset about what went on. "No," she decided. "A deal's a deal. I'll go through with it." Fair enough. My hand came around and delivered a nice little swat to her bottom. Yvonne squealed, her breasts bouncing back and forth as she swayed under the force of the spank, and Sandra laughed. I went ahead and gave Yvonne a nice little paddling, turning her bottom a nice rosy colour while watching her breasts swaying as I worked on her. She had quite impressive breasts. Yvonne was protesting and squealing as the spanking progressed but didn't try to pull away or shout "enough". Pleased with the way things were going I started paying some attention to her pussy. The girls knew I had delivered a few spanks to Michelle's pussy and Yvonne was expecting something similar. So I didn't do it. My hand closed upon her pussy and squeezed. I spread her lips slightly and push a couple of fingers inside her, testing their reception. The simple spanking (and the nudity and knowing what was coming) had been sufficient to get her ready. Her pussy was hot and wet and squeezed my fingers as I explored her. I relinquished my hold upon her and eased my zip quietly down. Then I stroked across her pussy lightly, edged her lips apart and drove straight into her. Taken completely by surprise at the sudden taking of her, Yvonne shrieked. But it was only in surprise. She adjusted to the intrusion with amazing speed, humping her bottom up sharply to ensure I could drive in fully, positioning herself to take as much of me as she could. Again, I assumed that Yvonne would be expecting me to take her hard and fast, so I took my time. I started easing slowly in and out of her while she writhed and twisted under me, pleading with me to go harder. Sandra was laughing, right up until I reached over and grabbed her and pulled her over next to Yvonne. Then while I slowly pumped into Yvonne I gently probed inside Sandra. She braced herself against the wall as I explored her. She was breathing hard, and her eyes kept flickering from where my cock was slowly devastating Yvonne back to her own pussy and the hand that was tormenting her. I couldn't keep my attention split for too long. My exploring fingers probed for and found Sandra's clitoris and I started teasing that, giving it little flicks from my fingertips. Sandra was gasping and twisting, trying to draw away from my hand but with nowhere to go. Yvonne was concentrating on my cock tormenting her and hadn't noticed what I was doing to Sandra. She was taken completely by surprise when Sandra suddenly shrieked and seemed to be convulsing there, just standing next to us. By the time Yvonne had turned her head to look I'd released Sandra. My hands closed over Yvonne's breasts and I started moving more energetically. Yvonne quickly forgot about Sandra and why she'd screamed as she felt me rising to the occasion and drilling into her with a suddenly more determined intent. As I drove into her, Yvonne was lifting her bottom and driving back against me, eager to match me. Slowly we increased the tempo, coming together harder and faster. Yvonne was gasping, hastening towards her climax and I was doing everything I could to lift her to it. Finally Yvonne was screaming and writhing, and I could feel her clinging tightly to my cock as I came inside her. She seemed to give a small shudder and just collapse across the arm of the chair. I squeezed her breast a final time and withdrew, feeling quite pleased with myself. (Modest, I am not. I'd done a good job and the girls had both appreciated it.) I stayed for a while and we sat in the kitchen and chatted, talking about mutual friends and other things of common interest. I was amused to see that neither of the girls bothered to get dressed again. In fact Sandra seemed to be almost strutting around the place wearing only her abbreviated top. Yvonne was just relaxed and nude. It's a funny thing about sex. Sometimes it's a banquet. You feast upon it and you're sated, unable to move for hours, completely stuffed. Other times you're eating Chinese. It tastes wonderful and you really enjoy it but an hour later you're hungry again. That's the way it was this time. My cock seemed to twitch every time Sandra strutted past half-naked. Each twitch built on the last one and it wasn't all that long before I had a raging erection, eager to play. I unzipped again and positioned myself for a rapid withdrawal and waited for the appropriate moment. I came when Sandra came strutting past me again, giving little side glances to ensure I was watching. I was watching alright. As she passed me I let the old boy fly free while catching Sandra by the arm and turning her to face me, pulling her down to straddle me. She looked startled as she sat, but assumed that I was just sitting her on my lap to tease her. The look on her face as she found herself being impaled on a hard erection was one that I'd have paid good money to see. Her mouth dropped open and she looked absolutely stunned, but it was far too late for her to do anything. She was neatly skewered. She'd allowed herself to drop down so heavily onto my lap that she'd run my cock full length up herself before she could stop. She just sat there looking shocked while I finally peeled off that silly top and bit her nipple. She squealed and jerked away and finally realised that she was getting screwed. "I thought you were going to give us a chance to back off if we wanted to," she gasped, even as she started to gently bounce up and down, riding my shaft. "You had your chance," I pointed out. "You've been begging for this ever since I walked in. Now shut-up and ride." She did, rising and falling on my cock, rocking back and forth and from side to side. She was so enthusiastically amusing herself on it that I was half expecting her to lift her knees to her chest and start spinning on it. Yvonne was looking on amused, and it occurred to me that Sandra was dodging her spanking. The cutlery drawer was within easy reach and when it had been opened earlier I'd seen a nice fat wooden spoon. I reached over and pulled the drawer open and sure enough, there was the spoon. I pulled it out and handed it to Yvonne. Reaching out I took hold of Sandra and drew her tightly against me, holding her unmoving for a moment, even thought I was still inside her. I nodded to Yvonne and the spoon and then indicated Sandra's butt. "Would you do the honours," I asked her and Yvonne smiled and nodded. The first Sandra knew of what was going on was when that spoon landed neatly on her bottom. She squealed and jumped, and I felt that jump the full length of my cock. Then Sandra was twisting back and forth, trying to work out what was going on, at the same time stimulating both of us and still getting some handy swats from the spoon. After half a dozen or so of good hard swats I indicated that Yvonne could lay off, which she did, but with what I thought was a noticeable reluctance. I was laughing at an astounded Sandra. "We nearly forgot," I told her. "You're supposed to get the spanking before you get ravished." I gave a hard upwards thrust, drawing her attention back to what she was supposed to be doing. Glaring at me, Sandra started to lift herself up and then sink back down onto me, moving a lot slower now. That didn't last. Everything that had happened during the afternoon had helped build her excitement levels and she wanted to finish it off with a bang. So I was banging her and she was cooperating lustily. I'm not superman. It does take me a while to recharge my batteries, so I took longer to reach a climax while servicing Sandra. (I like that term, to service someone. Should you get a tip if you provide excellent service?) Sandra probably had no objections to the time I took. It gave her a chance to have a nice climax before I was anywhere near ready, and then she was able to build up to a second climax while I strove hard to reach my first. Afterwards, Sandra copied Yvonne and remained nude. I don't think it was to try and entice me this time, unlike when she was strutting around without her panties. I think she, like Yvonne, was just too spent to bother dressing. As promised, I let both girls delete their photos from my phone. I also got the addresses of the other two girls. Not that I'd be visiting them today. I was pooped. Sandra warned me that if I offered them a chance to back out they'd probably take it. That was OK by me. I'd make the offer anyway. If I framed the offer properly they'd probably get their backs up and insist on being spanked. It was an interesting little problem. I'll let you know how it turns out.