Almost instinctively I started to grind my pelvis into his face and ran my hands through his hair then I pushed his head hard into my pussy. I never do that with women because I found many of them don’t like that aggressive of a move. However, men seem to love it and it lets them know you like what they are doing.
He roughly thrust his fingers in and out of my body as his tongue swabbed my clit which sent me over the edge. I closed my thighs around his head as I violently shook as the waves of pleasure washed over me.
As he saw me come down and regain control of my body he moved up to me and we kissed softly and I tasted my pussy on his mouth which instantly turned me on.
“Straddle me Melanie, I want to taste you again,” he whispered huskily.
I straddled him facing away as I moved my hips back until my pussy was level with his mouth. His big cock was twitching and pulsing on his stomach and I leaned down taking it into my mouth as he groaned in pleasure. I could taste his pre-cum as it dripped copiously out of the head as my mouth made contact.
I wasn’t particularly fond of the 69 position, but it was ok I guess. I loved giving and getting oral sex, I just liked to concentrate on one or the other. Gianna liked to tease me that when I was in the 69 position with her, and I got close to orgasm, I’d stop reciprocating so I could enjoy her talented tongue and deny her the pleasure of mine. I guess she had a point because I knew I did that, even if it was unintentional.
I took James cock deep into my mouth as I felt his tongue lick the walls of my vagina sending shock waves through my body. I felt him wrap his arms around my thighs and his mouth locked on my pussy causing me to gasp and cry out as his cock popped out of my mouth. Remembering Gianna’s gentle teasing I took him back into mouth, intent on giving him pleasure too, not just receiving it.
I concentrated on his cock pumping my head up and down on him hard, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and then start to slide part of the way down. Simultaneously, I felt his lips make contact with my clit and then I felt his tongue lick over it. I gasped, causing his cock to pop out of my mouth again as I felt my orgasm starting to build. I gently grabbed his cock at the base and slowly worked my hand up and down the long shaft, but his tongue was too much. I cried out as another strong orgasm rocked my body as I released his cock from my grip. I collapsed on his stomach and shook until the intense waves of pleasure subsided.
When I regained my senses I turned around, continuing to straddle him, but I wanted to face him instead of look away from him. I loved watching his face when we had sex, it made it so much more intimate and erotic and I wasn’t going to deny myself that.
I leaned in and took his face in both of my hands and kissed him hard. His mouth and face were covered with my juices. I felt him reach around me and take his cock in his hand and I scooted back on his stomach until I felt the head of his cock press against my vagina. I felt the tip split my lips and he found my opening and then he moved his hips forward and sunk himself into me. I gasped and cried out as he opened and filled me. God, a month… I realized just how much I had missed his cock.
We started in a slow, steady rhythm and I put my hands on his chest and closed my eyes, concentrating on that amazing cock inside of me. I could hear him moan as I squeezed the muscles in my vagina as a thin layer of sweat covered both of our bodies.
I grinded myself into him and he stopped thrusting, allowing me to control the pace. I moved from side to side causing his shaft to rub the walls of my vagina which felt amazing. I squeezed him harder as I moved myself up down on him. I felt that familiar feeling coming on as my orgasm was starting to build. I grinded on him harder and leaned in to kiss him as my orgasm washed over me as I cried and moaned as he started to slowly thrust into me.
Just as I regained my senses, as I felt his hips start to buck as he pushed himself harder into me. I squeezed him again and I felt him gasp as my muscles caressed his cock inside my body. I squeezed harder and felt him tense up.
I thought of reaching down and rubbing my clit which I knew would cause me to orgasm with him, but instead I just concentrated tightening my muscles as I watched his face intensely as I felt his semen powerfully squirt inside of me. I loved seeing that look of pleasure on his face as he achieved orgasm. It made me feel wonderful and I had a sense of pride knowing I was able to give all that pleasure to him. Watching him release brought back all of those romantic feelings that I felt and that I tried so hard to stuff away for the past month.
I gave him time to recover and once I felt his cock start to soften inside of me, I slid off of him and moved so we were in bed together face to face. It was so intimate and passionate being in bed naked with this man that I such strong feelings for. We were motionless and silent for several minutes as I studied every contour of his handsome face. He looked to be so deep in thought and I wished that I knew what he was thinking about.
He had such a serious look on his face and I could tell that there was something important on his mind.
“What was your childhood like?” He said softly.
I knew he was thinking about something serious, but I had to admit that this question took me a bit by surprise and I thought for several moments.
“For the most part, it was really good. I have three older brothers, so between them and my father, there was always someone looking out for me,” I paused for a moment, thinking.
“Sometimes it got to be too much though. I felt like I was under constant surveillance so there were times when I wanted more freedom.”
“Is that why you moved to Las Vegas to go to college, to get more freedom?”
“Yes,” I said softly, pausing for a moment to reflect again. “My mother is very controlling and we argue almost constantly, and we aren’t very close. She wasn’t happy that I moved to Las Vegas.”
I paused again as I collected my thoughts and then continued.
“I had a full academic scholarship to USC, but turned it down to move here. She wanted me to live at home so she could keep me under her thumb.”
I paused in deep reflection, and then continued.
“My parents wouldn’t speak to me for six months after I moved here. My father finally called me and we reconciled. I do talk to my mother a little, but not very much. It’s easier not to talk to her than to fight with her constantly,” I said.
James reflected on my statement and then said, “So your relationship with her deteriorated when you were in high school?”
“I think it started earlier than high school,” I paused, deep in thought.
He could tell I was starting to get uncomfortable as I divulged more information about my childhood.
“Please continue Melanie,” he said, in a bit more of a demanding tone.
“I was very rebellious, even at a young age. I was constantly getting in trouble at home and I always found a way though to do what I wanted, and if I got caught, then so be it.”
“What happened when you got caught?” He asked.
“My mother had my father spank me,” I admitted sheepishly.
“I never respected her because she wouldn’t discipline me herself and part of me hated her because I felt like it was her getting me in trouble with my father until……”
I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. It was so difficult recalling these memories. Memories that maybe I had subconsciously locked away? James waited patiently until I continued.
“……Until I realized that I enjoyed him spanking me,” I lowered my head, deeply embarrassed from what I had just admitted.
I could feel the tears trickle down my cheeks. I looked down, too embarrassed to look James in the eye as I spoke.
“When my father took me over his knee I felt secure, protected, and loved. My father is such a good man; I know there was nothing sexual in his mind when he spanked me. He only wanted to correct my behavior and I think, in part, appease my mother and give me the discipline that she wouldn’t.”
I paused before I continued.
“To him it was only discipline, but to me it meant so much more. I have such a close bond today with my father and I know it’s due, in part, to being spanked by him. He told me that the six months when we weren’t speaking were the most difficult six months of his life.”
James looked thoughtfully into my eyes as if he had finally had an answer to a question that he couldn’t solve. He waited patiently for me to continue.
“It wasn’t long before I started misbehaving on purpose just so my mom would tell my father to punish me, and the more he spanked me, the more I liked it,” I paused, in deep reflection.
“I’m not sure how old I was, but one day I had done something on purpose to upset my mother and when my dad got home he told me that I was getting too old for spankings and from then on when I got in trouble he was going to ground me. I know this must sound abhorrent, but I had a profound sense of loss when he stopped spanking me, like one of the most important things in my life was taken away from me that day, something that I’ve never been able to get back.”
There was silence for a few moments, both of us deep in thought.
Then James looked into my eyes and said, “When we met last month it took me about an hour, but as we talked and as I learned more about you, it was very obvious to me that you were submissive, I just didn’t know until now where your submissive nature came from.”
My jaw dropped open in shock, how dare he call me submissive.
“I’m a strong, independent, confident woman James, and I do what I want, when I want,” I snapped.
I watched as his lips formed a wicked smile. “You’re young, reckless and in need of direction and guidance. Because you are the youngest, and female in a mostly male household, you were allowed to walk over your family and manipulate them, and it shows in your immature behavior, that combined with your looks and physique, you think you can walk over people and get whatever you want, don’t you?”
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