Sorry if I’m ruining anyone’s illusion about the story here, but on the astronomically small chance that someone who knows this girl and her husband reads this, and concludes that I must have used her for the template for the girl in this story, I don’t want them thinking that she cheated on her husband.
I’m going to tell you a little story of the kind that you only ever hear about, but which never happens to anyone you know. Anyway, it happened to me on a vacation recently.
I was on vacation in the Canary Islands, and one of the days I was there I went on a small “trekking trip”. The trip took a couple of hours, and was quite nice, even if the dust meant that I had to polish my shoes when I’d get back to the hotel.
Anyway, as I was walking along the local beach, a sandy-haired girl walked up from the beach and got in front of me. She was wearing a bikini and sunglasses, and was carrying a beach pack. Being somewhat sex starved I have to admit that I checked her out, as she was walking along. She wasn’t perfect, but she was slim and apparently had a fairly decent tight little ass on her. At least I did inwardly think to myself that I wouldn’t have objected at all to seeing her in a thong bikini in stead.
Now, as we walked along, I noticed that she had a tattoo on her right shoulder blade. It was partially obscured by locks of her half-wet, half-tangled hair, so it took me a moment to realise what it was depicting. Now, I have to admit that I’m sort of a geek. I play roleplaying games like Dungeons & Dragons with some friends on a regular basis, and I’ve grown up enjoying fantasy, sci-fi, etc., and even at the age of 34, I still do. Now, I’ve been navigating the roleplaying circles for quite a few years, but I have to admit that I’ve never encountered any girls who were actually into roleplaying games like D&D. So I sort of did a double-take when I realised that she had a picture of a “Couatl” straight out of a “Monstrous Manual” for D&D3.5 tattooed on her back.
This being a first, I simply had to ask her about it, full well in the knowledge that if it turned out that she had no idea about where the picture on her back came from, I’d expose myself as either a massive geek, nerd, or dork…or just plain weird.
As it turned out, she didn’t look at me like I was from Mars, when I asked her if the tattoo on her back really was of a Couatl. In fact, her response was something along the lines of: “Oh my god! That’s so cool! You are the first one ever to know what it is! Normally I just have to tell people that it’s like a winged snake in rainbow colours and some feathers…”
This sort of broke the ice, and we struck up conversation. Her name was Jill, and she was from Texas. She’d been living here for over a year, and though the first months had been nice enough, she was by now bored out of her skull, seeing as she wasn’t working, and basically had played more than enough at being a tourist, and essentially had absolutely NOTHING to do. Fortunately she and her husband were heading back to the States at the end of the month.
As the topic of her husband came up, she had a sort of momentary freeze where her eyes (green by the way) popped wide open, as her hands came up and covered her mouth.
To me this came out of the blue, and I probably look at her like she had suddenly morphed into an alien or something, before asking “What?” with a bemused smile on my face.
“I just realised something” she answered. “My husband isn’t all that fond of tattoos, and when I wanted to have this one made, he only agreed to it on one condition. If ever anyone on their own came up and asked me about the tattoo and of them selves correctly identified it, I’d have to give them a blowjob, and once done, I’d have to ask them to do something for me. I can’t tell you what it is until after, and if you say “No” to what I ask you to do, the condition remains on for the next person who identifies my tattoo.”
At this point I think I’d dropped my jaw about as far as it can comfortably go, and it felt like I stared at her for a long time, before I managed to collect myself enough to say anything at all. I mean what on earth do you respond to something like that!? Though I probably only starred at her slack-jawed for a few seconds, she broke the silence first.
“So? Do you want to go along with this or not?” she asked.
Managing to find my voice again I believe that I commented that I’d go along with it, certainly, but if she wasn’t comfortable with it, I sure as hell wouldn’t force her into anything, and why not lie about it to her husband, or not mention it at all? (Yah, there’s a reason I’m sex starved. Never look at gift horse in the mouth and all that.)
“Well, first of all, I need to take a picture of the blow job to show him, and as for not telling him, I’m both a horrible liar, and my conscience would end up killing me if I don’t tell him about this…and you seem like a pretty nice guy, and besides, if I don’t go through with this with you, who knows who I might have to go through with it with in the future? If I get it out of the way now, it’s done with” Jill responded to my question.
Again, what do you say to something like that? As absurd as the answer was, it had a certain internal logic to it, which I couldn’t really argue with (nor did I really WANT to *LOL*).
“*Heh* Ok. Well, my hotel’s right here, so unless you also have to do this here, I’d suggest that we do this in my room…” I managed to reply (now somewhat in control of my voice again).
“Fortunately Peter didn’t make that a condition. I’d die if I had to do this in public as well. It’s bad enough as it is…Lead on” Jill commented.
Jill was handling this with quite a bit more cool than I’d have imagined anyone but a prostitute would have been able to, and she essentially managed to guide the conversation along a couple of more common topics between two people who’ve never met, up until 10 minutes ago.
As we got to my room, I looked at her and asked her where she wanted me. She looked around and walked me over to the couch. As I turned around with my back to the couch, she pushed me, causing me to flop into it with somewhat less grace than I’d hoped for.
Anyway, after adjusting myself a bit, I relaxed and looked at her as she found a mobile phone in her beach bag, where after she dropped down on her knees in front of me and started opening my belt and pulling down my pants.
Now…I wish I could tell you how my 10” dick flopped out of its confines and rose to attention, hard as a rock. If I did that I’d be lying though. Truth be told I have a statistically speaking quite average 6-ish inch dick, and still not being totally relaxed about the situation, it did take Jill about a minute to get it properly hard, fondling and licking my balls whilst my manhood slowly got hard.
I got to hand it to Jill. Her husband is a lucky guy if he gives him the kind of blowjobs she gave me, because “FUCK!” this girl knew her shit! I can honestly say that I have never had this good a blowjob, and in the span of maybe 10 minutes (during which she turned on the camera on her phone and handed it to me to film her sucking me) she had me ready to cum. Being who I am, and not knowing her, I did manage to keep enough of my wits about me to warn her that I would be shooting my load momentarily. Apparently this didn’t concern her (or she didn’t hear me warn her…). At any rate she kept my dick in her mouth and kept sucking as I shot as big a load of cum in her mouth as I recall having delivered in years. As what I thought would be the quencher of my experience with Jill, she proceeded to swallow the mouthful of cum I’d squirted into that wonderfully hot and slippery mouth and all across that absolutely divinely lively tongue of hers.
Taking her phone from me, she got up off her knees, stood up, and wiped a small speck of cum from the corner of her mouth with a finger, and proceeded to put it in her mouth and lick it off as well.
“Any chance you’ve got a coke or something I could have? Preferably with a bit of rum or whiskey and a bit of ice” she then asked and looked at me questioningly.
Smiling and shaking my head in some level of disbelief at her, I told her “Sure. Cola’s in the fridge, there ice in the icebox below, and there’s rum on the desk over there.”
As I mentioned before, I really expected this to be the end of the story, but I’d also quite forgotten that she’s initially told me that there was a second part to the condition her husband had attached to the consequences of her getting her tattoo. She would, however, about to remind me of this, after we’d talked for about 15 minutes over a pair of fairly strong Cuba Libra.
“You know Chris. Remember I mentioned that as part of my husband’s condition, I’d have to ask something of you after I’d sucked your cock?”
“Honestly? I can’t say that I did. But now that you mention it, there was something about that. So. What would you ask me to do?” I replied.
“Well…As you can probably agree…having a married woman suck the cock of a complete stranger…even if it is at the “order” of her husband, is a pretty naughty thing to be doing.”
“…” is probably as close as I can describe my lack of answer to that statement.
Jill continued “Ooohhh….I can’t believe I’m DOING THIS!!!” she said while shaking her head. “Ok…Here goes… Pleasegivemeabarebottomspankingthatwillmakeitredforlongenoughformyhusbandtoseeitwhenhegetsoffwork…” she blurted out in what sounded like a single long word.
At this point, given way the day had developed, I probably shouldn’t have been quite as surprised as I was, but once again I didn’t see that one coming, which also led to my response of a rather incredulous “You want me to do WHAT to you!?”
“I need you to give me a spanking that will make my ass so red that it will still be red when my husband comes home from work, which will be in about 3 hours from now” Jill replied after taking another steadying breath, whilst her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
Now, as I mentioned, I’m something of a geek, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have kinky fantasies and fetishes, and one of those happens to be erotic spanking. So no. Needless to say, Jill wouldn’t have to risk having to give a blowjob to another total stranger in an unknown future, because I didn’t want to smack her gorgeously tight, athletically toned arse. I was quite willing to turn her tush a nice hot shade of crimson, if that was what she wanted.
“You sure you want me to spank you?” I asked this pretty little fairy, who was in the process of making another one of my fantasies come true (hey, no reason sounding too enthusiastic and coming off like some kind of perverted freak).
“Hell no I’m not sure! But if I don’t go through with this now, I’ll just have to go through with it some other time, and maybe it’ll be with some jerk I really don’t want to do it with. So pleeze help me get this thing out of my life” Jill said, whilst looking at me with something that could almost be interpreted as pleading in her eyes.
“OK. Fair enough. If you want a red bottom you can show your husband, I’ll give you one” I told her while I got up and turned the straight backed chair I was sitting on around, so that it was facing away from the table, and providing room enough for her to lay across my knees and kick and wriggle, without risking her knocking something over or hurting herself, if she were to connect with something with an uncontrolled kick or something. Having turned the chair around, I sat down on it again, looked at her and said “This ought to do nicely, don’t you thing? Come here” with a big smile on my face.
Jill finished the rest of her drink in front of her, took another deep breath, stood up, and walked up next to me on my left side.
“So, how do you want me?” she asked.
“Well, I’m right handed, so I’d prefer to have you lie across my knees from the other side. I’d rather not have to try and spank you with my off-hand. I don’t want to hit you somewhere unintended.”
Jill moved round me and laid herself across my thighs. “Like this?” she asked.
“Not quite” I replied. “I’d like you to move a bit further forward so that you are resting more on your hips than on your stomach”. As I helped her move forward I took got a chance to stare a bit more at that cute little ass that would be jiggling beneath my excited palm.
Now, I could have let my excitement run off with me and simply start out spanking fast and hard, but seeing as this wonderful girl had just given me the best blowjob I’d ever received, and turned a nice day into a truly memorable one, I really didn’t want to hurt her more than necessary, so I started up slow, with the intent to try and “ease her into the spanking” and deaden the nerve endings in her ass cheeks a little. For about a minute or so I applied a mix of light and medium swats across the pale brown bikini bottoms, still covering her ass, all the while Jill gave off the most delightful little “au”, “ah”, and “ouch” sounds.
“Ok honey, I think it’s time we took those bottoms off you, don’t you think? You did say you wanted it on the bare.”
“Uh huh” came the reply. I grabbed a hold of her bikini bottom and started to draw it down, unveiling a slightly pinkish pair of pale butt cheeks that lived up to all my hopes. I didn’t even have to ask Jill to raise her hips when I began pulling at the fabric.
“Ooh…This is going to be so bad” Jill muttered once I’d deposited the little bit of protection she’d enjoyed so far, around her knees.
Personally I just smiled and set about my “job” of turning her cheeks a shade of red that I felt sure would have a chance of lasting until her husband would be coming home from work.
I can tell you that my little warm-up spanking hadn’t really prepared her mentally for the real part of her spanking, because her head perked up quite suddenly as I landed the first real spank, and within about 30 seconds she started becoming quite a bit more animated, kicking her legs, putting her hands back to try and cover her ass, wriggling around over my lap, and yelling quite a bit more with each crisp smack I landed on her tush.
After about a minute of struggling, I’d almost hit her hands several times, and I’d also ended up landing a couple of spanks up on her hips. Now, her ass was getting a bit reddish in colour, but frankly I didn’t believe that it would stay that way for more than maybe 20 minutes if I’d stopped then. As most people who are into spanking knows, there is a safety aspect involved in why you don’t want the person being spanked to put their hands in the way of the spanks. It’s not quite so big an issue when you spank with the hand, as the chances of causing any real harm to the blocking hand and fingers, is fairly limited. But even so, you can, if you’re unlucky, end up spraining or breaking a finger, if you hit it in just the wrong way. Also, accidentally hitting the hip and area around the spleen and liver etc. is just plain dangerous, as is accidentally striking the tailbone. Especially if you are using any form of implement. I wasn’t using any implements, but I really didn’t want to risk hurting Jill for real, so I gave her a little break, so to speak, while I got a better hold of her, so as to prevent her from struggling so much.
In short, I stopped spanking her long enough to rearrange her position a bit. Now Jill apparently appreciated this little break in the spanking, because she quieted down a bit and apparently relaxed a little.
“Oh god! My ass stings so bad!” Jill commented while she rubbed her reddening butt. “Is it really reeeaaaiiii!” she exclaimed as I shifted her weight fully onto my left thigh, thereby causing her to bend over further, taking her head and face closer to the floor. The move took her by surprise and made her jerk her left hand back down to rest against the floor. Meanwhile I moved her in right up against my body, grabbed her right wrist (her right hand was still rubbing her right butt cheek) and pinned it against the small of her back, and clamped my right leg over both of her legs, effectively pinning her in place.
“What are you doing!?” came a slightly worried sounding question from Jill.
“Making sure that I don’t accidently hurt you when you wriggle around. You said you needed your ass to be red enough that you could show your husband some of the effect when he comes home, and right now we ain’t near that point yet.” I answered her with a big grin on my face.
“No! Noooo! I can’t take any more! It stings so bad!” Jill wailed plaintively, trying to struggle off my lap.
“You asked for this yourself” I laughed. “Besides, do you really want to have gone through all of this for nothing? Because if we don’t finish up this now, what are you going to show your husband later?”
“Ooouuuhh” was the sort of resigned expression I interpreted coming from her.
And so I resumed spanking away at that adorably tight little bum of hers, and with her now unable to wriggle and kick so much, and with a better view of the lower part of her butt and the upper part of her thighs, not to mention her apparently cleanly shaved pussy lips, I concentrated on getting all of her ass, from the upper part and all the way down to the upper thighs and the so-called “sweet spot”, a nice even red.
Needless to say, I suspect, Jill made quite a racket for the roughly 10 minutes or so I spanked her, and I do have to say that some of the noises and various promises to behave and be good, and what have you, were entirely adorable to listen to *LOL* I did feel a bit sorry for Jill though, because I really did spank her pretty well, and it must have been a pretty painful experience for her. But DAMN I had fun! And she had asked for it herself. So I “struggled” through the increasing pain in my right hand, and dealt with the distracting throbbing from my dick, which rose to attention again during Jill’s spanking (which, it would turn out, was a good thing
).When I finally let Jill go, she rolled off my lap, got up, grabbed her blazing buns with both her hands, and did a little dance round the room, all the while she gave off a series of “oh, oh, oh, oh my god, that hurts so bad…” etc. Basically a combination of both extremely funny and cute at the same time.
“Well, you did ask for a proper spanking” I managed to get out, despite my urge to laugh at her little “war dance” (though a “rain dance” or an “icepack dance” might have been a better choice, given her situation…).
“Ooohh you bastard” she managed to direct at me between her fits of giggling half-sobs. “How could you do this to me!” she said, probably not intended as a question.
Once she’d cooled down a bit more, she looked at me and noticed the bulge in my pants (yes, I’d put them back on after the blowjob, before we sat down over a drink). “Oh my god, that hurt so bad! My ass feels like it has grown three sizes! What did you do to me! Shit! My panties would be drowning if I was wearing them…” she exclaimed while approaching me and then forcefully pushing me towards the bedroom door and the bed.
“Fuck me or I’ll fucking kill you!!” Jill finished off before pushing me all the way to and down onto the bed and then pulled off her bikini top and gave me a quick look at a pair of pert little tits, before she jumped on top of me and started pulling off my clothes.
I’m not going to tell you all the details of what happened next, but man her pussy was soaked, and it turned out that it wasn’t just her mouth she liked to have a dick in. We had a roughly two hour romp in the sack, and I can’t recall when I last had that much fun with a girl.
As it turned out, Jill’s butt had somehow lost a lot of its former red colour, by the time we were done, and as there was still at least another hour until her husband would be home, she told me that “You’d better freshen up that colour a bit before I go”, and then she handed me a big hairbrush she’d fished out of her beach bag…
Hope you enjoyed this little story, and constructive criticism is always wellcome
(And bear with me with regards to possible spelling errors and the like, but English is a 2nd language for me.)