She turned and gave me an unmistakable look — devious, conniving, horny. One that indicated satisfaction that I finally gave her ass a little smack. One that said she was getting her way.
“So, you are pushing me then?” I liked her games. I liked to confront her directly even more.
“Of course not, sir. Just excited. But obviously I need to be redirected.” She did everything but actually bat her eyelashes in her attempt at looking innocent. Over-the-top but unbelievably cute.
She then smiled at me quickly as she turned back towards Christopher. “What does your dream guy look like?”
“Steph!” I could feel a little anger enveloped in a lot of excitement.
She looked back at me feigning innocent confusion, “Oh I am sorry Brent! I guess your redirection was not enough. Hmmm.”
Fine. That’s what she wants.
I quietly returned to my seat, sat down and leaned back. “Apologies Christopher. Steph, pants and panties, please.”
I could see Christopher’s eyes go wide across the room. I was pretty sure he was not going to be offended. Maybe a little uncomfortable initially, but he did see us at BDSM community meetings after all.
My eyes moved back to Steph. She wasn’t smiling exactly, but I could see the happiness there. She shifted into submissive serious Steph at that moment. She knew what was going to happen and deep down she loved it. It wasn’t about the pain, which was good because it’s not like I was going to cause that much anyway. It was just the act of being punished and “redirected” as she called it. She told me it helped her feel safe.
She remained completely focused on me, tuning Christopher out completely, as she unbuttoned her jeans, unzipping and slipping them down.
She kicked off her flats and pulled the jeans over her feet. Without stopping, she immediately pulled down her panties, stepped out of them, folded both jeans and panties and set them neatly on the coffee table. She knew the drill.
She then came to stand right in front of me and proceeded to slowly lower herself down to her knees, dropping her chin a bit so that she actually was looking at the floor.
I tilted her chin up to face me, “you were not being a good girl, were you Steph?”
She almost smiled, but then maintained her composure and shook her head, “no sir, I was not.”
I nodded. “Lap please.”
She took in a breath, stood and immediately lowered herself onto my lap.
The semi-lower lights caused a slight glow that highlighted her absolutely perfect ass – skin, shape, her narrow waist, the rise of her cheeks. Just beautiful. Like a goddess.
I rubbed it gently, feeling the curves, her cheeks shifting under the palm of my hand. I then quickly slapped. She squealed, and then let out a little moan.
A second and third slap brought out more jolts and moans from her. Her skin felt a little warm under my hand as I gently rubbed it.
I could detect her breathing had changed. She was turned on. Probably the spanking got her going a little as it was an act of submission, but then she and I were in tune with each other, which then increased it even more. And then we had an audience. Any or all of that probably got her juices flowing. I know it got mine going.
I had briefly forgotten Christopher was there. I looked up, his eyes were watching me with a mix of surprise and desire. He stayed glued to his seat.
Two more slaps and a gentle rub brought us to the end of her punishment.
“All done. Now behave please. No pushing Christopher.”
She quietly slipped off my lap and moved back to a kneeling position at my feet. Her face was mostly pointed down, but I could see her eyes on my lap. Of course, the activities had caused me to get hard. And it was obvious.
She made no move to put her pants back on.
So, there we were — bottomless Steph with a bit of pink coloring her gorgeous ass cheeks kneeling in front of me, me with a hard dick pressing against the front of my pants, and Christopher on the edge of his seat. Both sets of eyes were focused on me, likely waiting for my move.
What would I do? I was aroused. Spanking her like this and her subsequent reactions, like this very submissive mood she had adopted, really had placed me on edge.
I wanted to take her. Do I want an audience? I wasn’t much of an exhibitionist, and neither was Steph really. That one other time with the guy felt a little like a performance, but generally I wasn’t into stripping and fucking in front of spectators.
But then this was a little different. Steph actually technically had masterfully controlled this situation. She had gotten exactly what she wanted by being manipulatively bratty and disobedient. And now she was on the edge of getting the rest of what she wanted.
I looked at her eyes. So beautiful. And I could see the hint of pleading there. She really wanted me to cross the threshold.
Was I feeling it? I was feeling a desire to take her. And I don’t think I minded Christopher being there, but that was as far as it went. Well for now.
It was decided.
“Shirt and bra,” I said softly.
She didn’t hesitate. Five seconds later she was kneeling completely naked in front of me. Her eyes watched my face, waiting for my next desire.
I curled my finger motioning for her to come closer. She slipped up between my knees, her naked body now mere inches away from me.
I didn’t speak but shifted my eyes down to my lap. She got the silent signal and began unbuttoning my pants.
So, Christopher was going to get some beer, pizza, and a sex show. Hope he appreciated it.
I glanced over at him, and he had this on-edge expression. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, his face blushing as our eyes met.
And at that moment I felt Steph’s lips wrap around the head of my dick. My eyes closed for a moment as I felt the ecstasy of her wet lips sliding down my shaft, then back up. Her hands rested on her knees as she only used her mouth to please me.
My eyes opened, watching her beautiful face as my cock disappeared into her mouth again. Her eyes watched my expression, showing what her lips could not — that she was happy, that she was smiling.
I returned my gaze to Christopher. He had not moved, but his face now showed what Steph had shown moments before. Pleading.
I recognize my limits. I could do this. It would make her happy.
“Feeling left out, Christopher?” I questioned him softly.
He hesitated, as did Steph, her head temporarily ceasing its movement, her tongue pressing at the underside of my dick and her lips wrapped tightly about half-way down my shaft.
“I… ” he began.
“No talking please.” He nodded. “Stand.”
Steph returned to sucking my cock, maybe even more eagerly.
“I care about Steph, Christopher. And since she is doing an amazing job making me happy, I would like to reward her and make her happy.” He nodded again, remaining still and quiet otherwise, as if to avoid screwing it up.
“You will do as I say, and only as I say. Do you understand? This is your choice.”
He nodded, “yes… sir.” He nearly croaked it out.
“Good. Now strip completely.”
And then I closed my eyes as I felt Steph work overtime, her mouth sucking at my head, her tongue massaging underneath, her kisses sometimes going to my balls. “Good girl,” I murmured.
I heard the rustle of clothes stop. I looked up and Christopher stood rather unsure of himself naked in front of me.
He looked to be in very good shape — well-formed chest, a hint of abs, a little muscular but not excessively so, fair-skinned. I opted not to ogle his manhood, but I did note that he was completely erect.
“Kneel behind Steph, please.” He nodded and immediately dropped to his knees about a foot behind Steph.
“You may massage her back. That is all for now.”
“Yes sir.”
At this point, I wasn’t sure what else I was willing to let happen. Even with beautiful Steph sucking my cock I wasn’t feeling some sort of actual full blown threesome vibe. But I was enjoying the power I wielded at that moment. And that was enough.
As Christopher rubbed down her back, I felt the vibrations of Steph’s moans on my dick. I could tell that he was rubbing her shoulders, her middle back, and even down to her lower back. I was making her happy, which was all I wanted.
Steph’s masterful job brought me closer to an orgasm, so I slipped my finger silently under her chin. My cock popped out of her mouth, her face remaining inches from it.
“On the couch please.”
She hopped up, her medium-sized breasts bounced as she quickly moved to the couch, kneeling down facing away from me. She knew how I liked to start.
Christopher remained exactly where he was. His eyes watching as I slid my cock into Steph’s warm and soaking wet pussy. Her swollen lips. Her hard clit. I could feel every little bit of her. Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan. So sexy.
I picked up my pace as Steph stretched her body cat-like in front of me on the couch — my hands gripping her narrow waist, holding her in place, her ass jiggling at each thrust. I could see her gaze periodically moving to Christopher as he sat there a foot or so away from her. His cock fully hard waved a bit as he deeply breathed, watching us.
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