“No, it’s not what it looks like!” Natalie exclaims. “I didn’t have sex with Tommy, let me explain—”
But then a low, guttural moan of surprise comes out of her throat because the fact is that I’m turned on knowing that she’s been with another man. I can still smell his scent on her and before I even realize what I’ve done, my tongue’s darted out so that I’m lapping at her asshole. The coffee pucker clenches beneath my slick touch, and she lets out a breathless scream.
“Oh my God!” Natalie gasps, clutching the arm of the sofa now. “Oh shit!”
But she’s not just getting her bottom licked today. I stand back up and before she can blink, my large hand descends in a hard swat on her left ass cheek. Natalie squeaks in surprise, and tries to wiggle herself free from my grasp once more, but I shift my massive frame to hold her in place with one hip while my right hand repositions itself around her waist. Then I bring my hand down to her ass again with a loud smack.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
“You thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?” I growl. “Fucking a man in my house while you’re supposed to be watching my daughter. Fuck no. This is what bad girls get: punishment.”
The thing is that Natalie’s not crying. Instead, the curvy girl’s making the most delightful sounds whenever my hand connects with her ass. It’s something like a combination between a moan and a sigh, and I fall into a rhythm as I spank her again and again.
By her breathy utterances, I can tell that she’s loving every second of it, and even more, I’m loving watching her big cheeks bounce with each spank. Her ass is perfectly round and firm, and it’s glowing red against my palm now. Fuck. I hope it has my handprint on it by the end of tonight.
Even more, the teenage girl is beautiful, and I don’t blame that boy one bit for having sex with her because what red-blooded male could resist? Even more, will I be able to resist? After all, I began spanking Natalie because I was furious at her actions, but now, lust is surging in my veins and the need to claim this woman as mine is strong.
4
Natalie
What the hell? Is Mr. Aston actually spanking me like I’m a little girl? Yet I let out another breathy moan as his big palm connects with my left cheek because it feels so good. He’s right. I took off my panties in the guest bathroom and threw them into the trash because they were soaked in Tommy’s fluids and of no use to me anymore. I thought no one would find out, but now, here I am bent over the couch in Mr. Aston’s living room as the handsome man smacks my bare ass.
Yet it feels incredible, and now, he’s doing more than just spanking. His big hand comes down and delivers a painful thwack to my cheeks, but then he rubs the sting out with his palm, caressing my meaty behind.
“Yeah, you like that?” he croons. “Only dirty little sluts get spanked like this.”
I’m not a slut! But all thought flies out of my head as Mr. Aston delivers another stinging blow.
“Oof!” I exhale as the wind’s knocked out of me. “Oof! Oof! Oof!”
By now, I’m clinging to the side of the couch for dear life as each spank makes my heavy breasts bounce. My thighs clench together deliciously and I can’t help the moan that slips past my lips as his hand lands right where my leg meets my bottom. Each slap definitely hurts, but they feel so good at the same time.
OMG, how did this happen? I’ve never had a man raise a hand to me, much less bend me over and deliver a series of blows, so what’s going on? Obviously, I’m in shock, but it’s also increasingly clear that my shock is being quickly overridden by sheer pleasure. My nipples tingle and there’s an unmistakable wetness between my thighs that makes me quiver. I never would have imagined that this is how my night was going to end, but now that I’ve met Morgan Aston, I can’t wait for more.
After all, the older man is absolutely gorgeous and somehow even more attractive than I imagined. He’s got wavy black hair brushed back from a high forehead, as well as piercing blue eyes that penetrate to my deepest secrets. He’s wearing a dark suit that highlights an athletic frame, and a snowy button down shirt that only makes his bronzed skin look more tan and delicious. I desperate want to lick up that strong neck, but instead, I’m being manhandled and I love it.
Another smack lands on my ass and this time, I can’t stop myself from grinding back into his palm as he rubs the sting away.