6 comments/ 202101 views/ 11 favorites Katie's Story By: patric Katie was the only girl there. Right away I thought that was kinda odd. There were six of us guys from work, including me, and it was the first time I'd been invited to one of their beer-and-poker evenings, even though I'd been working with them for about six months. To begin with I guess I just thought that they were just racists and they didn't want a black guy coming round their house. It was nice to be proved wrong. And Katie's husband Dean seemed like a pretty cool guy so I tried not to notice that his girl was blatantly flirting with me. It was hard, though. Katie's the kind of woman who can give a guy a hard-on just by smiling at you in a certain way. She has these big, round tits and the pink, off-the shoulder top she was wearing didn't do much to hide them. We were all sitting in their lounge and every time she got up to fetch more beers she'd kinda accidentally rub herself against me so I could feel the hardness of her nipples through the material. I'd always had a weakness for blondes, too, and she had her hair cut in this messy, sexy way that made her look like she'd just that minute been fucked against a wall. "You want another beer, Patric?" She was looking at me again, bending over as she picked up the empties so I could look right down her top. I glanced at Bob to see if he'd noticed that I was looking at his wife's tits and he obviously had; he was grinning his head off. I guess he's just proud of her and who wouldn't be? Man, to come home to a fuck like that every night must be incredible. I was so jealous it hurt. When she walked into the kitchen her round perfect ass swayed in these flimsy white pants she was wearing and I noticed that every guy in the room was staring at her just like I was. Dean obviously didn't give a fuck, though, and I relaxed. "Hey Dean," I said, when Katie came back in with the cold beers pressed against her big tits. "I guess you got your wife pretty well trained, huh? I haven't seen you lift a finger all night." "She's an old-fashioned girl ain't you Katie?" he said, pulling her onto his lap. "She does what I tell her to, don't you babe?" "Uh huh," she pouted. Even her voice was sexy. This slow, cute, Virginian drawl. "Dean's my husband. I was raised that there's man's work and there's woman's work. The feminists might be on my case but if my Dean says jump I'll say: 'how high shall I jump Dean?'" "Ain't she cute? Why don't you put a little music on for us?" said Bobby, pushing her off his lap and slapping her ass. "OK babe," she knelt down in front of the stereo, put an old soul CD in and then stood up. As soon as the music came on she started dancing, looking right at me, batting her long eyelashes and licking her bright red lips. I was mesmerised. As she waved her arms above her head, her pink top rode up just above her navel and she moved her hips in this slow, circular motion that made my cock suddenly stiffen in my pants. Dean laughed. "Is she hot, or is she hot?" "You're a lucky man Dean!" "Give the boys a proper show!" he commanded. "Oh no Dean," she blushed. "I couldn't do that. Not in front of everyone." "Didn't you just say that you do what your damn husband tells you to do? The boys wanna see some titty. Don't we boys?" The rest of us loudly agreed. "Oh God," she groaned but I noticed she didn't look all that upset. She began swaying from side to side, getting down in a crouch and rubbing her hands down from her neck, over her bare shoulders, across her tits and down to the hem of her top. Then she slowly stood up, winding her hips round and round, and, in one smooth motion, she pulled the top over her head. She was wearing an under-wired black bra that practically made her tits sit up and beg and I thought I was gonna cum right there. Then she walked in a little circle from guy to guy with this little teasing smile on her face before getting down on the floor, stretching her long, slender legs out in front of her and pulling off her pants. She was naked except for the black bra and these little, lacy black panties. "Let's see some titty!" Dean commanded again and the guys began a chant: "Titty! Titty! Titty!" Katie turned round and wiggled her ass in time to the music before reaching behind her and undoing the catch of her bra. Then she slowly turned round, and, holding the bra in place with her hands cupped over her tits she looked at me. "Would you like to see my tits, Patric?" "Woo-hoo! The bitch likes you, man!" I wasn't sure how I felt about Dean calling his wife a bitch in front of all the guys but Katie made me so horny it hurt. "Hey, there's only one answer to that, girl," I replied. She wiggled her way a little nearer to me, smiling this sexy smile, still holding her bra in place before sliding it, first left and then right across her tits, caressing them with the material before casually letting it go and flicking it across the room to where it landed in the lap of one of the guys. "Man!" I exclaimed. She looked every bit as fucking horny as I thought she'd be. Her tits were the same perfectly even tan as her flat belly and her slim arms, her nipples were long and erect in the middle of sweet brown circles, and she looked like she was almost as turned on as we were. "Now for the pussy!" said Bob. She turned round and wiggled her round ass at me, hooking both thumbs into the black lace panties. Then she leaned back on to my lap, turning her head to one side in this coy, sexy way before pulling her panties down her long, smooth legs. I had to hold her by her arms otherwise she'd have fallen over. She was practically sitting on my lap, naked. I could see all the guys sitting round us couldn't decide whether to stare at her big tits or little pink cunt. "Katie," I said, "c'mon, what's Dean gonna think?" I pushed her slowly off my lap but she fell on to her hands and knees, like she was getting into the doggy position. Her ass was in the air and I could see her pussy was glistening. Man, the bitch is wet! I thought. Fucking bitch loves it. She turned her head towards me and I could see her eyes were almost pleading me to fuck her. Bobby stood up, still smiling, and started unbuttoning his fly. "I'm gonna get me my cock sucked," he announced. "Patric, you can have the bitch's ass or her pussy. Choice is yours." Katie let out an involuntary moan but it was soon cut short when Bobby took his long cock and slid it into her mouth. "You like that you fucking little slut don't you?" he laughed and began fucking her head as her lip-glossed red lips formed a tight suction round his shaft. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he gasped as he pumped her wet mouth. "What you waiting for Pat? Fuck the bitch!" Her tits were jiggling as he made her suck his cock and her beautiful white ass was quivering with anticipation. "Man, I'm not into fucking in front of a bunch of guys I said." "C'mon," said Dean, pulling Katie's hair and making the slut deep-throat him. "She ain't never had a black guy before." So that was what it was all about. That was why they'd invited me. "You assholes," I shouted. "You get turned on by the idea of your white bitch wife being fucked by a nigger? Is that it?" "Patric. . ." said Dean. But he was too far gone in fucking his wife's dirty slut mouth to try and placate me. "Man, if you don't want a go then I sure as hell am," said Dean's friend, Bill. "He walked slowly round Katie's naked body, admiring her big tits as they bounced. They were almost hitting the floor as Dean made his wife arch her back. When Bill got behind her he slapped her ass twice, once on either cheek, leaving pink handprints and making her gasp even through Dean's big cock. Then he undid his fly and in one easy motion he rammed his cock into that fantastic, shaved pink pussy and started banging her hard. The two guys were spit-roasting her between them. One cock in her pussy, one in her mouth. Her pink body was glistening with sweat and she was making muffled gasping noises, her knees sliding backwards and forwards over the carpet as they fucked her. "Do her! Fuck the bitch!" The other guys there were shouting and one by one they took their cocks out and began stroking them, preparing to shoot their cum over her gorgeous white body. I couldn't believe how they were degrading her. None of the black girls I knew would let themselves be humiliated like that. "I'm not staying to watch this," I said, but I knew it was turning me on. She was turning me on. Just as I was about to leave the room she caught my eye, her mouth was full of cock and she was being banged hard but I could tell that she was most humiliated by the fact that I'd turned her down. Then, that instant, Bobby came, making her swallow some of his cum before pulling out and spraying her face. She shut her eyes but it splattered her chin, her cheeks and her hair. Bill grabbed her by the hips and started banging her harder and, without the cock in her mouth, the bitch was squealing. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Oh God! Oh God! Fuck my mouth now Patric, please. I want your cock too!" The other guys all came, sending pearls of jism all over her back, her shoulders and her ass. Bill made her lay flat on the floor, her tits and belly squashed into the carpet and he spread her legs wide, as wide as they'd go so she was spread-eagled before, finally, he came too, making her squeal even louder. I wandered slowly out, up the stairs to the bathroom and I knew she was watching me leave. She'd been totally degraded. And I kinda wished I'd fucked her too. CHAPTER TWO I was just splashing some water in my face when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Patric," I heard a little voice say. "I need to take a shower." "I'm taking a piss," I said but I'd forgotten to lock the door and she pushed it open. She was still naked with cum drying all over her body, crusting her pretty face, her big round tits and all down her belly to her shaved pink pussy. "You got no shame, bitch." I told her. She flushed. "I get so horny, Pat. Why didn't you want to fuck me?" "Cos you're a fucking whore white slut." "I can't help it," she murmured. "I am a slut in front of you. I know it. I want your cock in my pussy Patric, or my mouth. You can put it wherever you want. Please. Don't make me beg you." She stepped up close to me and put her slender arms around my neck but I pushed her away and she stumbled backwards into the bath, her smooth white thighs spreading wide open as she slid down the side of the bath. "Oh Patric," she gasped. "You want some cock?" I snarled. "How about this?" I pulled my cock out of my pants. It was not yet hard but I could see her greedy little eyes were impressed by how big it was. I stood over her in the bath and began pissing on the slut. A stream of yellow liquid poured over her hair, down her face and over her tits, washing off the cum. "Oh my God," she wept, not bothering to close her legs, just lying there spread, shaven and naked covered in cum and piss. I couldn't believe what a whore she was. She even began rubbing the piss into her tits. "It makes you hot?" I said in disbelief. "It makes you hot to be pissed on?" She said nothing. Turning her head to one side in shame. I shook the last drips of piss on to her face but my cock was starting to get hard now. "Is there anything that doesn't make you hot?" I demanded. "How about having your ass fucked? Would you like that?" "Patric. . ." she began. But I flipped her over with one hand, so that her ass and legs were in the air over the side of the bath, and she was upside down with her head and her tits against the cold enamel. Her ass looked so good, big and round. I spread her cheeks and ran my fingers backwards and forwards over her asshole. "Fuck my ass if you want Patric," she moaned, trying to turn and look at me, "but please use lube. You're too big, you'll hurt me." I pushed her head brutally back down into the bath. "You need lube? I'd a thought a slut like you would've had her ass fucked so often you could drive a bus up there." "I've never been fucked by a man as big as you," she moaned. "There's plenty of lube right here," I answered. I spread her legs wider apart and thrust two fingers into her pussy. "Ugghh!" she gasped, incredibly loudly. She was wet, as I knew she would be. Her juices soaked my fingers as I slid a third, then a fourth inside her and began roughly finger-fucking the slut. Her mouth was open and she was practically licking the base of the bath as she lay there with her legs spread wide open, her toes curling in ecstacy. By now my cock was hard and bolt upright, quivering with anticipation. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and massaged my stem with her sticky pussy juice. Then I put my fingers back in her cunt, got them wet again, pulled them out and rubbed them over the tight entrance to her asshole. "Oh Patric," she gasped. I pushed my fingers into her tightness and felt her resistance as her ass squeezed my knuckles with her ass. "Ohh," she breathed again. "You gonna like this, slut," I said, sliding my fingers slowly backwards and forwards, to try and relax her, slowly stretching her hole. "Oh God," "Shut it slut," I slapped her ass, leaving a big red hand print on her quivering white flesh and then I began rubbing the big apple-head of my cock against her spread asshole. "That's it, man," I heard a voice behind me. "Fuck that bitch's dirty ass hard!" It was her husband, Dean. "Oh God, Dean," said Katie, trying to turn round again. "He's going to fuck my ass with that! Have you seen the size of it?" "He's our guest Katie, if he wants to fuck your ass then you should damn well let him," "I don't have any choice," she squealed, wriggling on her belly against the cold bath. "He's gonna fuck my ass good!" "You fucking white freaks!" I swore. "I ain't a part of your fucking freakshow!" I stuffed my hard black cock back into my pants and pushed my way past Dean out of the bathroom. "You fuck your white slut's ass if that's what you want." Katie rolled over and looked at me in confusion, a little bit relieved but mostly hurt and humiliated. "What are you? Some kind of faggot?" Dean demanded. "Fuck you!" I shouted. "You want I fuck the bitch's ass? I'll take her home with me. I'll fuck her all over my house. I'll let my friends fuck her too. I bet she'd like that. Fucking little white whore." I looked at her. She'd crawled out of the bath and turned around to face us but she was still on her knees, strands of hair sticking around her pretty face, her slim arms crossed over her big tits. Her mouth was half open and she was practically panting. "You ain't taking my wife nowhere." Dean insisted. "Tell you what," I laughed. "You give me your video camera. I'll tape the whole thing for you." He looked at his wife, naked and humiliated on her knees on the bathroom floor. "You want that Katie?" he asked softly. "I want whatever you want," she replied. He walked up to her kicked her feet apart, bent over and roughly thrust one of his big hands up into her pussy. "You want it, don't you?" he groaned, sliding one horny finger in and out of her. "You want it bad." "Ohh," she moaned in shame, throwing her head back. "We can watch the video together Dean. You can fuck me while we watch." "Just get the camera," I snarled. "And you bitch, get showered, get some clothes on. We're going out." Katie's Story I will get the personal details out of the way quickly. My name is Katie I am 19 and am studying History at University. Oh, and by the way I have always considered myself to be the sort of girl that is only interested in men. Well that was until I met Suzie. She had enrolled on the same course as me and the first time I saw her I think my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. She was breathtakingly beautiful and I admit I was shocked by the way my body reacted, my nipple were soon erect and my knickers were drenched with my juices. I thought I was going to cum just by looking at her. At the end of the lecture she came up to me and asked if I would like to join her for coffee. Being social I said yes. It turned out that we had a lot of shared interests including a love of good coffee and Butterfly Vibrators. We met a number of times for coffee and felt very easy in each other's company. It was during one such coffee dates that she said "shall we". I had always wondered what I would say if she asked me this. In fact no thought was needed the answer was "yes, I would love to". We made her way back to her flat; when we got there she took of her dress. She was wearing nothing underneath, her breasts were small but very pert and her pussy was shaved and already glistening with her sex. I stripped out of my clothes and we began to kiss, a very deep French kiss, and tongues meeting tongues. We were happy to continue with this for a long time. Our tongues and lips then began to explore other parts of each other's bodies, slowly at first the more frantically. Finally we began to explore each other's pussy lips and clits. I had heard about a 69 but never had guessed how satisfying it was, we both came together. She then asked me had I ever had a real orgasm, I said yes. She smiled and said, I mean one were you squirted, and my face answered the question. Well then just spread your legs and relax. One finger followed by two others began to massage my clit, very slowly and sensuously at first and then she increased the tempo with more and more urgency going deeper and deeper. I had never felt any like this before or made the noise that I was now making. Soon my whole body was shuddering and the pressure built. Her timing was perfect; when I came her mouth was position to catch my juices. She then brought her mouth to mine and we shared a mixture of my sex and saliva. Suzie suggested that I was a little tense and that a massage would help relax me. She had me lie face down on a couch and gently applied grape seed oil to my back and legs. Her hands then began to work their magic, her touch was sometimes firm and some times feather light as she explored every inch of me. Every so often she stopped to give my bottom a playful slap. After a certain time she asked me to roll over a lie on my back. She applied some warm oil to my breasts, legs and pussy. Her hands then slowly glided over me as she first paid attention to one breast flowed by the other. She then focussed on my tummy, her fingers swirling in and out of my navel. Her attention then turned to my pussy, slowly moving her fingers through the mixture of oil and my wetness. She took her time and soon I was having orgasm after orgasm. She then stopped dried my pussy and produced a silk scarf. She began working the surface of my pussy, the silk catching the slight stubble that I had, her movements were slow at first and then she picked up pace, the effect was electrifying and I a began to tremble. Soon the scarf was soaking wet it was at this stage she secured my legs before continuing. She insert a dry scarf inch by inch into my sex until it was swallowed whole and then very slowly removed it in such a way that it stimulated my clit for the whole duration, this process was repeated many times each time slightly faster than the last, my legs wanted to close but they could not do so. It is impossible to describe the experience it was so pleasurable that it was almost painful and I was in a state of continuous orgasm. She stopped released my legs and gently lay me on the ground. She then intertwined her legs with mine in such a way that our vulva's met. This I known as tribbing she whispered as her vulva began to slowly grind against mine, I reciprocated the motion and after a time the movement became more frantic, as our now wet vulva's glided over each other. We both felt a deep pressure growing and we continued the motion until we were both gushing. We made love many more times that night and since. Katie's Story We finally got to meet each other in person after many emails and phone conversations. I wondered before our meeting if she would be nervous since I knew from our communications that she was definitely submissive and had not had much experience with a dominant man. Plus we had been discussing extensively her desires to get a spanking and it would only be natural that she would be nervous. I greeted her with a big smile and a hug, which seemed appropriate based on all that we had already shared. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a modest shirt, which surprised me a little as I figured she would be wearing a skirt or a dress, but no matter it was nice to finally meet face to face. After our hug she looked down towards the floor and that confirmed her to be a submissive woman and that she was a little bit nervous. There was a nice sofa in the middle of the room so I gestured that we should sit. "Would you like some coffee," she asked. I think she asked about coffee because she was unsure of what to say. "Sure coffee would be great, black. It was a long drive." While she was gone to the kitchen to get the coffee I looked around the room. There were not a lot of personal things like family pictures and the like that you would expect to see. I wondered to myself if that was normal or if she had cleared those things away not knowing exactly what to expect. I decided that was not important as I understood her trepidation. "Here is your coffee sir," she said coming back into the room. I took note of her addressing me as sir already without any instruction from me. "What are your expectations from me sir?" I must admit that I was taken back a bit by her question. I did not expect that she would so readily submit to me without conversations to establish some limits and what she was looking for. I know we had discussed all of this before meeting but face to face usually creates an imminent need to establish these things in person. This told me that I had better tread carefully so that I don't scare her on our first time together. "Are you ready to proceed with the things we have discussed? Are you feeling safe and comfortable?" She lowered her head and in a soft voice said, "Yes Sir." My instincts still told me not to jump right onto anything, however. I initiated discussions to be sure she was ready for what we had been discussing. We talked about life, growing up, the places we had been and what her desires are. She confirmed the same thoughts we had been discussing and even though there was trepidation and maybe a hint of fear, she seemed ready. Our coffee had long since been finished so I told her she should take the empty cups to the kitchen and come back. She did so and returned but when we went to sit down on the sofa I told her "no stand up." She remained standing in front of me. "Turn around so I can get a full look at you." She turned a stopped with her back to me. Her jeans were tight across her butt and I stared admiring her bottom cheeks in front of me. I reached out and ran my hand over her cheeks and though she jumped slightly when I first touched her she remained still. I ran my hands across her and even squeezed them some. "Does that feel good?" "Yes sir." "Turn around and face me", which she did, "take off your pants." Without hesitation she reached for the buttons and started to undo them one at a time. She moved slowly to unbutton her jeans and a pair of blue panties came into view. When she was finished unbuttoning her jeans she pushed them down slowly, but when her panties started to come with them she readjusted so that only the jeans would come down. She pushed them to her knees where they fell down to her feet. She bent over, still facing me, and finished removing her pants and then folded them and put them on a nearby chair. She returned to stand in front of me again. I looked at her private area encased in her panties and got some dirty thoughts in my mind. I thought how nice it would be to pull her close and kiss and lick her over her panties, but I knew that was not what she had been waiting for. "Turn around and let me look at your butt now that you have removed for pants." She turned and her panties which were slightly see through offered a very revealing look at her backside. I reached out and felt her, enjoying the feel much better through panties than through her jeans. "You know what is coming don't you?" "Yes Sir." "Are you afraid?" "Maybe a little but I have wanted this for so long." "That is good. Now your safe word will be, Today's Time, and that is the only thing that will get me to stop. You can beg, cry, and plead but Today's Time is the only signal I will recognize as meaning you have reached your limit and it is time to stop. Do you understand and accept this?" "Yes Sir." "Are you ready to begin?" "Yes please sir." "Over my lap then, now." She came to my side and lowered herself over my lap. I must say she felt good across my lap and, of course, she was lying right over my cock and I knew it would be growing soon. Since her most private of parts was directly over mine I knew she would feel my excitement when it came. She was very still lying over me with her legs stretched out to one side and her upper body and head on the sofa on the other side. I rested my hand on her bottom. After just leaving my hand there for a few minutes I began to fondle her through her panties. I was growing and I had not even delivered one blow yet. Jeez, I thought to myself, you are really getting easy. She squirmed some from my fondling, which did not help me control myself. I also was sure I heard a soft moan of pleasure but I knew that would be a different sound in a moment. I also decided that I would begin her spanking over her panties. I raised my hand off of her, SMACK! She jumped a little from the first blow but then she remained on me still. SMACK! SMACK! After the first three blows I paused to give her a moment. She remained still and said nothing. She was still right on me and now I was completely hard and I knew that she knew it. "Are you all right?" "Yes sir." SMACK,SMACK,SMACK,SMACK... Now she was whimpering, not a cry but a definite reaction to what must now be pain from the spanks. It was time now to move to the next level. I reached for her panties and tugged them down slowly. She raised up slightly to allow me to get them off and I lowered them to her knees. Her cheeks were pink but not red. I fondled her lightly and she moaned and squirmed exacerbating my condition and I knew for sure now she was aware of my condition because she was purposely squirming over my hard self. It felt good but I knew that with her panties down the spanking would become more intense. "Prepare yourself because we will soon be testing your pain limits. Are you still OK?" "Yes Sir!" SMACK, SMACK,SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. "Please sire it hurts. I have not been such a bad girl. Haven't I had enough?" She started to beg but I kept up the spanking relentlessly. Her cheeks were definitely red now but bruised, just red. I was beginning to wonder what her limit would be as this was the first spanking. I could tell she was feeling the pain and I think she was also getting excited. Not sure which feeling was the dominant at the moment but I knew if I did not hear her safe word soon which one would definitely be dominant. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,SMACK,SMACK,SMACK,SMACK,SMACK.. I knew I was not being timid with my spanks and her cheeks were becoming a dark red. "Please, please don't be cruel sir," she pleaded over and over. She was now crying and I could see tears running down her face. But still no safe word. I was thinking her tolerance for the pain was greater than I expected on her first time. She pleaded and openly cried. I paused and fondled her to try and ease the pain. She squirmed over me increasing my excitement and need. We were clearly both turned on by this most intimate of spanking methods. Tears and moans of pleasure made me believe that her desire for this had been greater than I had imagined. I was proud of her for taking this so well. I was also hoping for her safe word soon as I did not want to make this too much the first time that she would not do this again. Her excitement along with her pain eased my mind somewhat though. I was thinking she might be working herself towards an orgasm and I knew if she kept wiggling over me I would cum in my pants before too long. I thought I would push it and reach her limit for the possibility of taking care of the other obvious needs. Of course, I knew that any relief of those needs would be a decision she would have to make. By agreement beforehand I was not to stop until she gave me the safe word no matter what I thought about it. I raised my hand back up and proceeded to deliver blows even harder than before and she was crying out more and more until after about a dozen she finally cried out "Today's Time!" I stopped my assault a gathered her into my arms. I brought my fingers to her face and dried her tears. I just held her tight until she stopped crying and calmed down. She snuggled into my chest and just stayed there safe in my arms. I thought it best not to say anything yet. After maybe ten minutes she stopped sobbing and was quiet and still in my arms. I must admit it felt good to hold her tight. But then again I had a woman naked from the waist down with panties around her knees in my arms so what man wouldn't be happy with that? It must be the pervert in me thinking such thoughts. "Are you OK?" "Yes but I think it was a little more than I thought it would be. But I wanted to see how far I could go before stopping." "Well, I am proud of you took much more than I thought you would be able to. How is your butt? Not that I really have to ask." "I am not sure I will be able to sit down." "Do you have some soothing lotion?" "Yes!" "Go get the lotion and I will soothe the pain." She got up and went to get the lotion. When she returned lotion in hand I had her get back over my lap. I squeezed lotion on her and she jumped saying it was cold. "Don't worry," I said "this will feel really good." I kneaded the lotion onto her cheeks and I squirted more on. I rubbed her gently working the lotion into her skin. She reacted by squirming on me and moaning her pleasure which was causing me to become excited again. "That feels really nice," she said though I wasn't sure if she meant the rubbing of the lotion into her cheeks or the fact that she was pressed on me, hard as a rock, pressing into her most intimate of places. "I am glad it feels good and it should. Are you glad that you experienced your first real spanking?" "Yes, and it is a very intimate feeling." I continued rubbing lotion onto her butt and added more. Some of the lotion went between her cheeks and my hand followed. I rubbed up and down between her cheeks from the top all the way down to just short of her sex. "Ooooh, that feels really nice, don't stop." I decided to get bold and I rubbed my finger over her back opening but not pushing in. She squirmed and moaned which I took as a sign she liked it. I rubbed over her opening back and forth, back and forth. She was still receptive so I pressed on it lightly and getting no objection I pushed my finger slight into her bum hole. She tensed but did not tell me to stop or did not move away. I pushed in a little further and she tensed and moaned but I thought maybe this was enough for the moment, at least here. I gathered her up in my arms again and turned her so she was looking at me. "Are you feeling better now?" She smiled a big smile at me and in a soft sweet voice, "yes sir, thank you for being so good to me." I was not sure if it would be OK, since we had not talked about this, but I pulled her face close and I kissed her. I pulled back and looked into her eyes to see if she was freaking out about this but she smiled and moved back towards me so I pressed my lips to her and began a passionate kiss. She returned the kiss and we kissed for what seemed to be many minutes. I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her tight and pressed against her lips more. She parted her lips and I moved my tongue inside and felt for her tongue. We played with our tongues and kept up our passion. She moaned and pressed herself into me. I separated from our kiss and decided to begin testing her submissiveness some more. She had already submitted in a very intimate way and allowed me to subject her to pain. Now she would she would submit even more, or so I thought. She was looking at me as I held her face away from mine a little. She had a questioning look on her face as if to say what do you want from me sir. "Kiss me like you really want it." She did. She moved close and pressed her lips to mine and started her kiss. She ran her tongue over my lips and pressed to be let inside. I parted my lips and out kiss became a game of tongues and pressing into each other. As she was sitting on my lap and I was very hard she was definitely feeling me pressed into her through my pants. I knew this because she was pushing down onto me. I could feel the heat coming from her since she did not have pants on. "What do you want me to do?" "What do you want to do?" I asked. "I want to please you." "Well then show me how you can please me."