Homecoming

Marc took another bite of burger before pouring a little of the shake onto her stomach. He leaned over her and slowly licked the vanilla flavored drink off of her. He kissed her stomach from her navel down to the to of her slit, which was wide open in need.

"Did you like it?" He asked as his tongue flicked across her clit
 
Her abdominal muscles tightened when he poured the shake onto her stomach, and again with each languid lick of his tongue.

"Yes," she moaned out. "I also like it when you spank me, and pull my hair," she admitted between panting breaths. "And when you tell me what to do."
 
Marc knocked the salt off of a couple fries and dragged them along her sodden slit, soaking them in her essential oils as it were. He popped them into his mouth with a moan and asked, "You are going to gym as soon as we make love, aren't you?"

Before she could answer he cocked his head, and mused, "I wonder if I could spank you into cumming."
 
She lifted her head enough to look down at him and that lopsided grin of his. Would that even be possible? She bit her bottom lip as she worked the thoughts through in her mind, now feeling a bit unsure about her admissions.
 
Marc looked at the hesitancy and indecision in Chelsea's face and smiled at her. He finished his food and scooted up her body, the engorged head of his cock caught between their abdomens. "I think we should try that baby," he whispered heatedly.

He raised up onto his knees, then twisted to sit with his feet on the floor. Patting his lap he said, "Come here baby."
 
At first she thought he was going to drop the subject for the moment and make love to her as he moved up her body. But obvio he had intentions of the complete opposite. Chelsea moved slowly and crawled to sit next to Marc on the edge of the bed. "But what if I don't like it?" she asked cautiously.
 
Marc cupped her face and kissed her. "Baby, you already said you did. I promise you that I will not harm you. Anything we do will heal in a day or five. "

He dropped his hand between her legs and caressed her pussy, "Now, put yourself across my lap, ads in the air."
 
She took a deep breath after his lips left hers and she positioned herself across his lap. Chelsea placed her hands on the floor and went on her toes so her ass was pushed upwards towards him. "Okay..." She wasn't sure how she felt about this, though she trusted him not to hurt her.
 
Marc ran his hand over her entire derriere. Both cheeks, pussy, anus, the top of her legs. He toyed with her pussy and ckir for a few minutes to get Chelsea back into the state of a super-saturated state of need.

He slapped ass with an odd mixture of gently and firmly, left cheek then right cheek, followed up with a caress on the opposite cheek, and along her slit. "Good so far," he asked.
 
She relaxed some while he rubbed and caressed her ass. Soon he had her moaning and squirming as he toyed with her. She jumped some at the first impact. Again with the second, but not as much as the first.

Chelsea wiggled against his hand as caressed her once more. "Yes," she breathed.
 
Marc continued caressing Chelsea's perfect ass, then pussy, then swatting her ass. Each rotation his swats became just a little harder and her ass cheeks began to glow a beautiful punk, like that of sunrise.

He slid a finger deep into her sodden cunt then swatted her again. "How about now, baby, still love my hands on your ass?"
 
She bit her bottom lip and soft moans began to escape her with each swat. And each contact seemed to make her grow wetter, needing more. Chelsea took a deep breath in an attempt to focus as he asked his question, but the finger inside her made that a touch difficult. She looked back at Marc. "I do," she admitted.
 
Marc smiled at her and softly whispered, "Good, it turns me on to do it to you."

He pulled his finger from her and began swatting her ass and playing with her pussy. He varied the strength of swat, how many swats to fingering her, and how long her caressed her ads between swats.

"I am going to do this until one of us cums baby."
 
She whimpered as he continued, teasing her pussy, her clit, to where she was writhing and nearly to the edge before he'd spank her again. Sometimes only once between toying with her or rubbing her ass, sometimes five or more spankings. Chelsea's rear was becoming quite red and warm, and the sensation of each impact walked that fine line between pleasure and pain. "Please," she panted, begged, voice horse with need and want.
 
His cock had been leaking pre-cum for a while and both of their stomachs were liberally coated with it. Marc continued playing Chelsea as he asked, "Please what, baby? Let you cum?"

She nodded her head almost frantically and he smiled, "Of course you can cum, baby, just let go and cum."
 
Her legs shook and threatened to cramp, arms ached, wetness coated her upper thighs. Breaths came in short shallow bursts, almost panting. Chelsea gave a frustrated moan when he played her, got her to that point again, but then removed his hand once more to spank her. "I can't..." she sobbed softly, a few tears streaking down her cheeks.
 
Marc began sliding his forefinger and middle finger in and out of Chelsea's pussy in a slow measured pace. He also spanked her with his left hand, raining down his love for her in measured beats with his thrusting fingers.

"Cum baby, cum for me."
 
She collapsed onto his lap, legs giving out as she finally reached release. Her juices overflowed over his hand and down her legs. She shuddered for several long moments as he continued to work her, before she slid down to her knees, forcing his hand away. She rested her head in his lap and took gasping breathes before looking up at him with a shy smile.
 
She smirked at him while moving between his legs. She sat in her knees, back on her heels, and slowly licked up the length of his cock before taking the head into her mouth. She lightly dragged her fingers along his thighs before using one hand to gently cup and fondle his sack.
 
Marc moaned and said, "This will not take long baby."

He laid back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations of Chelsea's talented mouth and tongue working his cock over. Her fingers scraped along his nuts and sent a thrill through his body.

He reached down and caressed her as his hips began bucking with the pleasure filling his body.
 
She hummed her acknowledgement as she continued to lavish him, worship him. She grabbed his hand and moved it to her hair, encouraging him to tangle his fingers in her hair. She kept bobbing her head up and down, taking him into the back of her throat, as of trying to swallow him.
 
Marc balled up his fist in Chelsea's red hair, and began guiding her up and down, forcing her to pause as she got as much of him in as she could. He flexed his hips, pushing just a little deeper than she was accustomed to.

He could feel his balls beginning to churn and he moaned out a low rumbling sound, amorphous in shape, full of emotion and need. At the end of the sound, he gasped, sat up, forced Chelsea farther down, and came harder than he could remember doing so in the past.
 
Her eyes watered as he pushed himself further into her mouth and throat, and took gasping breathes each time he guided her back up his shaft. She swallowed as he shoved himself as far as possible down her throat and and came. She sucked with a gentle slurping sound as she removed her mouth from him once he finished and sat back on her heels, still between his knees.
 
Marc looked down at Chelsea his eyes full of love and gratitude. "Baby, I hope you enjoyed this half as much as I did."

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, "And seeing you like that, on your knees, cum leaking out of the side of your mouth is really hot."
 
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