A new movie started, some terrible dialogue and equally bad music coming out of the speakers. The room lit up again with the glow from the TV.
Matt had let his head fall back on his shoulders. He still stroked her hair and rocked slowly forward and back as Cathy tried to suck him. She didn’t feel like she was doing a very good job as she remembered the way the woman sucked in the movie he’d been watching.
She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given her, so she wrapped her hand around his cock. He moved his hand as she did so. Then she tried to mimic what the secretary in the porno had been doing. She’d slid her mouth down to meet her hand and all the way back to the tip, then swirled her tongue around the head before sucking him again.
Cathy did that. Matt’s breath caught. “Jesus,” he hissed, petting her hair and gasping.
His reaction made her feel powerful, like she was doing it the way he wanted. So, she kept it up.
She twirled her tongue around his cockhead and took him in as far as she could, then sucked hard on the way back, still twirling her tongue around his cock as much as she was able.
Moans came from the TV, and out of the corner of Cathy’s eye she could see that a man was on his back on a bed with a woman on all fours above his legs. She was sucking his cock, twisting her hand around him and stroking up and down as she sucked.
Sometimes she let his cock fall out of her mouth while she jacked him off faster, his cockhead sliding against her tongue.
Cathy tried to match what was happening on the film. She stroked Matt with her hand as she moved her mouth up and down his cock. Then she leaned back to let him drop out of her mouth so she could stroke the full length of him with her hand.
She let his cockhead rest against her tongue while she stroked him sometimes. Other times, she flattened her tongue and slid it up and down his shaft on one side. Or she lifted his cock to nearly press it against his flat stomach while she lapped her way up the underside.
His reaction when she did that the first time made her pussy ache, like just getting Matt closer to an orgasm was gearing her up for another one.
She could barely believe how much the act of sucking his cock was turning her on. Maybe he was right about her not being done?
The woman in the film sucking the actor’s cock slapped it against her flattened tongue a few times before sucking him again, so Cathy slapped Matt’s cock against her tongue.
“Oh, Cathy,” he gasped, fingers tightening in her hair. A loud moan came from the TV as the woman in the film moved her hand and took the man’s entire cock into her mouth until her lips were pressed against his body.
He groaned and said some things Cathy couldn’t quite make out, lots of cursing but in a way that showed how excited he was that she was swallowing him that way.
Cathy wasn’t sure she could do that without gagging, but she was game to try. She sucked him in as far as she had before, then moved her hand and tried to keep going. She made it pretty far, but not far enough she could touch her lips to his skin.
He seemed to realize what she was doing and glanced back at the TV to see the woman on the bed deep-throating the guy. “Mm, you’re a fast learner,” he said with a little laugh. “Keep trying, Cathy. That’s amazing. Imagine how you’ll feel if you can take my whole cock that way.”
She sucked Matt faster and harder, no longer paying attention to the movie. She focused all her energy on trying to relax her throat enough to let his cock slide as deep as it needed to so that she could press her mouth against his body and know that she’d taken him all.
Once, she had to pull off his cock completely and cough while trying not to gag. When that passed, she went to suck him again, and he stared down at her with something like pride. She felt warm all over under that gaze, and tried harder the next time.
Finally, she managed to relax her throat and focus on getting her lips against his body enough to distract her from her gag reflex.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” Matt groaned, his voice broken almost like he couldn’t believe it.
She pulled off and wrapped her hand around him again to stroke him and slap his dark, shiny cockhead against her tongue.
Then she sucked him in, deeper than before but not all the way, intending to do what the woman in the movie had done, sucking up and down his cock and twirling her tongue in order to get him off.
“I knew you’d be a natural at this, Cathy. I sensed it,” Matt said, thrusting forward each time she let his cock slide deeper into her mouth. “I’m coming, baby . . . suck on the head.”
Cathy drew back and sucked around his cockhead like he asked, his cock thickening in her mouth. He grabbed himself and stroked hard and fast.
“Open your mouth?” he rasped.
Cathy did, and he jerked himself off, his cock against her tongue, then shouted as he rocked forward and came. It splattered against her lips and tongue, some up onto her cheek.
“Fucking . . . so good,” he groaned as he pushed his cock against her tongue and thrust it into her mouth for another burst of come that hit the back of her throat. She reflexively swallowed and sucked him, another hot pulse coming filling her mouth.
He thrust slowly into her mouth as his orgasm faded. Cathy managed to swallow everything he gave her.
When his cock slipped out of her mouth, still hard but not as thick as before, he pulled her up to stand in front of him and kissed her hungrily like he wanted to taste himself in her mouth. He held her tight against him, their bodies so close nothing could get between them.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done,” Cathy admitted between kisses. “Good,” he said, kissing her cheek and then her nose.
“Tomorrow night, can we . . . can you fuck me?”
“Tomorrow night?” He grinned widely at her.
“You sleepy?”
“No, but I thought since you just . . . that you probably couldn’t get hard again until tomorrow.”
“That might be true for some guys, but not for me. Especially not with someone as sexy and delectable as you naked up against me.” He kissed her neck and slid his hands up and down her back. “I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
He squeezed her ass with one hand and slid the other between them to press his fingers into her crease. When he stroked over her clit, Cathy gasped.
“Feels like you want more.”
“I do,” she admitted. “I want . . . whatever you want, Matt.”
“Whatever I want?”
“Did you like what was in that movie earlier? Him spanking his secretary?”
“I did. Are you offering?”
She nodded. Matt kissed her enthusiastically, then led her to get on her hands and knees on the couch.
He reached beneath her and played with her tits for a few minutes, breathing heavily, then pressed her down so that her shoulders and cheek rested against the couch cushion, her ass high in the air. He stood in front of the couch, his hand stroking over her ass cheeks.
Then he rubbed her pussy from that angle, pressing firmly, and Cathy’s whole body shuddered. He smacked her ass cheek lightly, then with more force, and then he smacked it hard enough the sound rang out.
Cathy hissed, then squeezed her inner muscles as the sting against her ass translated to a throbbing in her cunt.
Matt inhaled sharply. “I think I’m going to get harder faster than I imagined.” He rubbed his fingers over her pussy before smacking her ass hard again.
The actors on the TV were fucking next to an inground pool, the woman riding the man and bouncing on him like she was trying to stay on a bucking horse. Cathy closed her eyes and focused on her feelings.
Every time Matt rained down a stinging blow on her ass, her pussy throbbed in anticipation of being touched. Sometimes he rubbed it, and sometimes he smacked her again. Cathy could feel a third orgasm was possible as the tension in her lower body built again.