I’ll tell you how much my orgasm last night cost – 500 spanks with the riding crop. No, that’s not a typo. Five hundred.
It started Friday night. Griz was fucking me and it felt so good, my orgasm was building.
Can I cum, please Sir?
No, he growled in that sadistic tone of his. And he fucked me harder.
Please, Sir, please can I cum?
No, he said again, unless… if you take 500 spanks with the crop, then you can come.
My jaw dropped. 500? I don’t fucking think so. My poor ass would fall off! Needless to say, I didn’t take the deal… that night.
Saturday night, the torture started again. He fucked me and it felt amazing, hard and deep, just the way I like it. As he brought me closer and closer to my peak, I pleaded with him to change his mind about the spankings, begged him to choose a smaller number. After nearly an hour of being pounded by his wonderfully hard cock though, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I think my mental state may have been compromised by all that fucking because I said yes.
Please Sir spank my ass as many time as you want, just let me cum!