H and I are still talking, and we’ve been trying desperately to behave and keep it.. flirtatiously friendly. We’ve both shown immense restraint and have done well, for the most part. I blame the super moon, but this weekend our conversations were so explicitly sexual I couldn’t stop fucking my throat and then my pussy with my dildo. I got into the shower and sent him videos of me deepthroating my 8” realistic dildo, desperately wishing he would come fuck my face. However, that would be breaking the rules, and we don’t want to do that.

Because I’m a good girl, I baked for him this weekend. Knowing we would meet up to exchange the baked goods had me buzzing in anticipation, desperate to see him, smell him, touch him. I was nervous, too. Like we haven’t known each other for a decade, or something. I pushed the boundaries and asked him if he would pay me for what I baked by spanking me, hard. When I tell you that the thought of this man, H, having me bent over his lap as he pulls his hand back and hit me again and again, gets me so fucking wet I think I might die? No exaggeration.

So I wore something he liked, and we met up in the same spot as before. When I slid into his car, it smelled like him and I instantly wanted to melt. It was warm and cozy, and he looked so good. We had very limited time, and when he told me to bend over his lap right there across the front of his car, I couldn’t wait. I laid my head down in his lap, mouth hovering over his cock. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but already turned on, and knowing that the anticipation alone was getting him hard had me going. I felt him stroke my hair, felt his fingertips brush the side of my face, before he wasn’t touching me at all. For a brief second I thought he was getting nervous, but before I could finish the thought, his hand came crashing down against my ass, hard.

H is strong. Like, really strong. He has these gorgeous, masculine hands. He’s got tattoos on his forearms that I want to kiss and suck on. So when he hit me the first time, and didn’t go easy, I did what any eager slut would do— I moaned in anticipation of more. I felt my lips part, felt his cock twitch through the material of his shorts, and rubbed my face against him eagerly. He spanked me again, even harder, and I instantly became an incoherent mess. “Thank you, daddy,” I cried when he did it again, practically sobbing at how good it was at this point.

“Wiggle your ass for me,” he demanded, voice firm, and I did. I shook it eagerly, wiggling in anticipation of more. “Needed it, needed it from you so bad,” I admitted, hot breath against his cock. He used his other hand to shove my head down against him, now fully hard, and I whimpered so much I thought he was going to tell me to shut the fuck up, to stop being such a desperate little slut for it. But he didn’t, he was so fucking good to me, holding my face down in his lap against his hard, perfect cock, stroking my hair and telling me what a good girl I was for him, which only made me whimper and beg more.

“Harder,” I pleaded, “wanna be so good for you,” I promised, kissing his cock through the material that separated my mouth from him. We hadn’t agreed to that, like it was breaking some sort of rule. No kissing, no sucking cock. Spanking, that’s what the deal was.

“Are you my good girl?” He asked, and I nodded eagerly, cheek rubbing over his hard cock.

“Yes, daddy,” I promised, and before I finished the last syllable he was spanking me, hard, three times in a row. I pushed my ass back, desperate and fucking greedy. My pussy was wet and messy, and he knew it. He slid his hand back behind my ass, between my legs, and grabbed me roughly, pulling me closer. He rubbed my pussy through my leggings, had me shaking and whimpering and moaning like the greediest girl. He wiggled his hand fast, made me cry out, made me push down against his touch. I don’t even know what fucked up shit I was saying, I’m pretty sure I was offering my pussy and my asshole to him on a silver platter and begging to be bred at this point. I can’t be blamed, obviously.

I made myself sit up, made eye contact and asked if I had been a good enough girl to get to kiss the tip of his cock. He said yes, and pulled his shorts down. Without hesitation, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the head of his cock, tongue lapping at the precum he was leaking, and I was the baddest girl, because I am a greedy desperate whore for him I relaxed my throat and instantly slid my lips all the way down his length until my nose was pressing against him. He didn’t hesitate either, and firmly wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and held me down, fucking up into my throat fast, making my pussy fucking throb. I wanted to pull away, wanted to not break the rules, but I kept going back in for more. He didn’t get to cum, like this skirts the rules, but I was already running late. I get to wrapped up in him. I leaned forward to wrap my lips around his fingers, sucking them softly. I heard him intake a sharp breath.

When we finally wrapped up, it was so hard to pull myself away. I cannot wait until we have more time. One day. 😇