SLAP HAPPY

Sitting astride him, tears streamed down her cheeks, her eyes glassy in bliss mode. He watched one tear glisten precariously from the tip of her exuberant left nipple. With his free hand he slapped it away, the sharp sound of flesh against flesh answered immediately by her high pitched squeal. His other hand palmed her right buttock, squeezing full force, trapping her already steaming skin in his unforgiving grip.

Rhythmically, she rocked her warm moistness against his pulsing shaft, his purpling glans roughly tickled by a hint of tomorrow’s stubble. The sight of his engorged tumescence, pale against the dark chocolate bareness of her inner thighs excited him feverishly.

She asked again, in a pleading, hushed whisper, “May I come, please, Sir?”

His palm rang out three quick responses against her damp brown-tipped breasts.

“Slap me,” he demanded.

“Please, no…Sir…I can’t.”

“Do not deny me. Slap me, slut,” using the word she loved most in moments of passion. “Slap me until you come.”

By the third time her small hand stung his right cheek, her tears again flowed freely and his cock stiffened with each sharp sound. She switched hands and slapped his left cheek, and he whispered, “Now.”

Her release coursed through her body like a consuming fire. Her hands dropping to his chest to support herself as she tilted her head towards the ceiling of the motel room. That tiny body shook convulsively as she ground her slick passion against his rigid heat. Her loins and legs still shook softly as she finally collapsed onto his thick chest. He answered her enthused and peaceful smile with his own tears.

The hurt he felt every time he granted her wishes for pain and tears always somehow confused his rationality before and after the fact but in her arms, witnessing the tranced-out bliss of her smile, the clinging embrace of her need made him feel her servant, made him feel worthy of her love.

“You always surprise me, Sir,” she cooed into his neck. "We are so good together." The flutter of her lips against his skin inspired a subconscious tightening of his perineum sending an ingasm of pure Kundalini energy up his spine, shaking underneath her for a hypnotic 40 long seconds that would resonate for a lifetime.