Mobile Army Videos
Josh and Annie continue their adventures.
"Sorry? Oh, you will be!"
I heard the zip of his belt as it pulled free from his slacks and swallowed hard. I knew exactly what was coming.
"Noooooo!!" I kicked my feet and twisted over his lap. Even though I knew I shouldn't, even though everything inside me told me to not reach back, I did. I had to protect my tender cheeks. I had to rub the sting away.
He had started more calmly, though I knew he was anything but calm. His sleeves were rolled up. He sank onto the leather chair. The same one I had been in. It was wide, so wide that I would sometimes drape across it or two people could squeeze onto it sitting properly. There was nothing proper now. When he slid back into the chair, he noticed the red wine stain, further fueling him. That wasn't the scary part. It was his composure. He quelled all the roiling anger into a deep growl as he had asked me to slide over his lap.
I did. But he turned me around so that my face was on the wine stain. My belly trembled, the usual comfort of his warm lap, vanished when his hands abruptly positioned my legs up and tugged me so that my bottom was raised up and situated before him.
At first, he had no words. His big paw of a hand rubbed my bottom through my pajamas. I think I let out a moan at the loveliness of his touch. That stopped it.
Smack. Smack. One than another fell. Smack! He hit a cheek. Smack! Another. Then lower on my upper right thigh... six in a row then the same to my left. I shifted and bit back a whimper. He knew it didn't hurt worthy of my cries. Not yet. The heat was building though.
He returned to the fullness of my cheeks. They came harder. In a footfall rhythm... then his words, cutting in even more.
"Do you have any idea how worried I was?"
Thwack! He hit with a stinging upstroke.
"No answer to texts..."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! I struggled to not squeal. To not reach back.
"No answer to a call."
He pulled my PJ bottoms down mid-thigh. The cool air of the room kissed my increasingly sore cheeks.
"I was with a client. I stole away to call your cell..."
"I got?" Smack, smack! Thwack!!
"No answer?" I squeaked out, trying not to cry out. Soft tears rolled down my face. My knuckles were white gripping the wine coved arm rest.
"Yes! So, for each of those attempts, you will get a belting with the full loop of my belt. And..."
"There's more?!" My words fell out without meaning to.
"Make it two extra strokes. Want to go for three?"
I shook my head no.
"And... for all those candies... a swat of the little leather thong."
I let out a sigh of relief. It was short lived.
"One for each wrapper."
Nnn..." I swallowed back my objection.
His hand rubbed my bottom for reward.
"There's a lot of wrappers, Kelly." His hand cupped my trembling sex.
"We might have to take count." His finger opened my slit and pressed in. Air gushed from lungs at his finger's exploration.
"Do you think you can be a good girl?" His finger rocked inside me while his thumb rubbed my sweet sensitive nub.
"Yesssssss," I moaned.
"Ask me, my sweet." His administrations doubled.
I lost control. "Pleaseeeeee. Ooohh. Spank me. Make me take all you give meeee." What was I saying?
He jammed his finger into my trembling wet hole. So needful and wet. He didn't stop but picked up the pace, adding another finger. I knew not to cum without his saying so, at least when we were like this. I gasped and tried to hold back, mouth nearly biting the leather arm of the chair. I inhaled the smell of chocolate and red wine. Halloween Red. And I came!
"AAaaaaahhhhhhhhh..." gurgling as my body exploded.
He stopped. Abruptly. Too abruptly. "That's enough for now."
"What? But I..."
He pushed my legs off of him and pulled me into a kiss. A deep hungry, ravaging one. One that drew out more of what he had just stopped.