I stood up over her. “I don’t think I appreciate that condescending tone from a common whore with a face full of cum. Wait till I am done with you. You’ll wish you showed me more respect,” I said authoritatively.
She smirked and pointed between my legs, “Seems like you are done with me already.” I followed her gaze to my less than half mast tired out cock. It was a dark shade of red and looked exhausted. Pushing it, she was pushing it. I grabbed her hand and lifted her to her feet roughly.
“I’ll teach you respect,” I thundered. I sat on the couch, pulled her down and laid her over my knees, ass up. Her expression was to die for, a mixture of apprehension and concern. She knew what was coming but didn’t fight the position.
I really admired the shape of her bottom. Not a wrinkle, just firm tight cheeks bumping up from her thighs. “You asked for this.” I raised my hand and brought it down swiftly with a loud smack right on the left cheek. Not a word, just a slight flinch. Smack on the right cheek. Another flinch, but still no sound. Obviously, I wasn’t taking this seriously enough. I reached over to the other side of the couch and grabbed my belt, folding it in half. I think she saw me because her ass squeezed tight and her legs had a little tremble in them.
“I’m sorry, Rick, I will be better,” she stuttered.
“I know you will,” and down came the belt right across both cheeks. If it felt anything like it sounded I may have swung it a bit too hard.
“I thought that it would sting a lot more than that.” She looked up to me with a superior smile.
Oh damn, that was Provocation 101. There were lessons to be taught and I was the teacher. I lost it. The belt now had a mind of its own. It crisscrossed her cheeks, leaving mismatched red stripes. There were a lot of screeches and pleading that I don’t have the heart to describe. I swung until my arm began to feel the strain of the beating. I stopped, breathing hard, when I noticed she was sobbing and my lap was soaking wet. Shit, she peed on me but never made a move to get off my lap. I went too far. This is what I feared would happen if I let the dark side out. I gently pulled her up off her off my lap and hugged her to my chest. She went limp with her head against my neck and was softly rubbing her butt. My dick shrank to nothing.
“I’m sorry, Julie, I didn’t mean to take it that far. I lost control. I shouldn’t have let that happen. I think I made you pee I hit you so hard. I really fucked up. Let me get this cleaned up and I will leave.” I said as tenderly as I could while stroking her back, far from her sore ass.
“Just hold me,” she sobbed into my ear. My God, she was shaking. What had I done? This wasn’t me. I was holding a beautiful woman I had just got done beating, while sitting in a lake of pee. Was she so desperate for affection that she would accept this? What kind of monster was I? The shaking subsided and I felt her cheek muscles tight against my neck. Was she smiling? I pulled her face away from my shoulder with concern.
There was that beautiful smile attached to a face full of tears and dried up cum. “That’s not pee, stud,” she said while she twerked her left eyebrow once.
“What?” I lifted her to her feet and looked at the clear girl juice that drenched my legs and the sofa.
“You did earn my respect, though,” she smiled again, and turned to stick her striped ass at me. “I don’t think my tushy can handle another lesson,” she said as she rubbed it seductively. I just stared with my mouth open, not knowing what to say or do. My brain was exhausted from swinging between perversion and self incrimination. She was a wet dream on acid. She promised me a day of fantasy and she was delivering a lifetime. I was really surprised that my heart hadn’t failed. She, of course, knew me better than I did myself, and didn’t miss a beat.
She tenderly took my hand and helped me up. “Let’s take a shower, Hon. A little warm water break will do us good.” Break? You mean there’s more? I’m in my fifties, and I was now concerned I wouldn’t make to see sixty. I followed like a dog on a leash.
The shower was wonderful. It soothed my muscles as well as my mind. It gave me a chance to breathe. Julie took her time shampooing my hair and then massaging my entire body with soap. She had one of those shower heads that came free from the wall so she was able to wash everything without me moving an inch. My cock loved the sensual attention and seemed to know it wasn’t time to get busy yet. It was very relaxing and I really didn’t want it to end. When she was done, she put a bottle of shampoo in my hand and the shower head in the other hand. She smiled and sat down in the tub facing away from me and leaned her head back with her eyes closed. We were in sync. No need for words; just little hints.
I sat behind her with my legs running alongside her hips. Shielding her eyes with one hand, I began to soak her hair with the shower head. I could swear she meowed. She loved being pampered. I massaged the shampoo into her head deliberately, with feeling, and got another meow and a soft smile. I should really try this with Mary, I thought to myself. It felt like a pure expression of love, but very sexual at the same time. While I was rinsing out her hair she kept leaning back into me very affectionately, letting me know how much she liked it. I stood up and helped her to her feet. I then washed every inch of her body, leaving no crevice untouched. I was slow and methodical. I really liked the whimpers the shower head caused when I rinsed off her cute pussy. I was extra tender on her backside since the stripes still looked mad. I really enjoyed the whole experience. I mentally added a removable shower head to my shopping list.
When I was done I looked her in the eyes and gave her cheek a tender kiss. She lifted her hands to the sides of my head.
“That was wonderful,” she said, and pulled me in for a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues tangled and my dick began waking up. She pulled my head back a little bit and looked deep into my eyes with a serious expression. “Do you love me?”
Whoa, panic mode set in. I mean the shower was lovely, but I am not switching houses. “Julie, I am not sure I made myself clear. I mean you are a wonderful fantasy, but Mary is my reality. I would never leave her. She is my true soul mate. I had no intention to lead you on, and I apologize if you thought this would lead to anything beyond today.”
She smiled. “Just making sure; some guys go a little overboard when the tender stuff hits. I am absolutely not trying to replace Mary, and it would devastate me if this fucked up your marriage in any way.” Damn, she is a fucking emotional roller coaster. Always a step ahead of my thoughts. Wait. What did she mean: some guys? How many times has she done this before? Am I just some kind of boy toy for her fantasy?
Again, she saw the billboard of my thoughts in my eyes. “Chuck, you really have to stop apologizing all the time. Save your ‘sorrys’ for the big stuff. I have been pulling your chain because I needed to know that I still could. This day is as much for me as it is for you. My life is in the crapper and you are the first fun I have had in years. I was simply tired of crying.”
She pulled me close in a loving embrace which mashed her breasts into my chest. Why did that feel so nice? “A day like this would have cost you $5, 000 twenty years ago.” I was shocked, but I didn’t move from those wonderful breasts. “Truthfully, the money my ex is hiding from me is mostly mine. Earned by giving married men like you the time of their lives. I was good at it because I loved it, and you have shown me that I still do.” Things were starting to make sense. I was a fumbling amateur in the world of a pro. She was toying with me and, God help me, I was loving every minute of it.
I realized I hadn’t said anything while she was spilling her life story. I was just contemplating her revelation, the day and those wonderful breasts. I must have looked drugged out of my mind.
“Chuck, did I just freak you out?” I didn’t answer right away and just stared into the space between her eyes. She gave me a questioning look and a little shake.
“$5, 000 is not nearly enough,” was the evaluation that came out of my mouth, and I smiled like a five year old on his birthday. I was never one known for my timing. Socially, I had always been a little off. Not offensively off, but just a little slow on the uptake. I wasn’t this time: I had hit a home run without even trying. It just flowed from my soul as the utter truth and Julie knew it wasn’t bullshit. I just ignited a volcano.
She reached between my legs and palmed my balls, “You haven’t seen anything yet, stud.” She began massaging them in a little circle. “You have a lot more kinks to work out, and I am going rub them out one at a time.” The massage was getting more insistent, but my tired cock wasn’t wanting to co-operate. It was still recovering.
“I may need a little more time,” I stated, a bit embarrassed as I looked down at my thoughtless tool.
She gave me that knowing smile, and I knew I was going to be proved wrong. My poor dick was going to need a week in traction. “You have the rest of your life to rest Mr. Cock. Today you’re mine.” She reached out of the tub and grabbed a clear bottle off the back of the toilet while never taking her hands off my balls. Using two fingers, she deftly unscrewed the cap with one hand, never losing contact with my sack in her other. ‘She’s done this before, ‘ I thought. I glimpsed the label; it was baby oil. She took half a step back and poured a generous amount across her chest. It glistened as it fought with the water droplets for ownership.
“Careful, it is going to get slippery in here,” she giggled as she slid around behind me, still gripping my balls. She pressed her slick pillows into my back and began rubbing them back and forth. She brought her lips to my ear and gave a little lick that sent shivers down my spine. “I have plans for this cock. This is a marathon, and it’s time for a second wind. Oh, are you going to love this,” she whispered, as she reached around my waist and dumped a generous helping of oil on my privates. Her hand left my scrotum briefly to coat the shaft and then it returned to its soft massage. Oil was getting everywhere and my cock was starting to respond.