I stopped, pulled her maroon shirt up around her neck and began kissing
her, up and down her backbone.
“Goss,” she said.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Do you think you could pee on my tits and then slap them for awhile?”
“Yes, Cathie,” I said, standing beside the couch. She wriggled onto her
back and I moved my cock over her breasts. After peeing on her breasts,
I couldn’t help directing the stream of urine onto her valentine face.
She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. I sprayed my urine onto
her tongue, into her mouth and all over her face again.
After I stopped, Cathie swallowed and licked her lips. “Slap my tits,”
she said. “Make them as red as my bottom, OK, Goss?”
“OK, sit up,” I said. Cathie sat with her back against the backrest
and removed the maroon shirt, exposing swinging tits topped by large,
brown nipples. She then secured her arms, trapping them behind her back.
“Slap them hard,” she said. “Slap my tits and make them sting like
my bum!”
My right hand did a short arc and my palm landed flush on the bulging
side of her left breast with a loud cracking noise. My left palm then
connected loudly with the outside of her right breast. “More,” she said.
“Harder. Make it hurt.”
I landed several slaps on her breasts and the white flesh began to turn
pink. Cathie lay back against the backrest and thrust her breasts out.
“Take my belt out of my jeans and whip my tits,” she said. “On the
nipples. Whip my nipples.”
I reached down and pulled the black leather belt out of the loops on
her pants. The belt was long and thin.
“Whip me, Goss,” she pleaded. “Whip me hard.”
I snapped the belt against her breasts and nipples twenty or thirty times,
stopping now and then to watch the red stripes form on the pink flesh.
Cathie was crying but she was pleading, “On my nipples, Goss. Whip me
on my nipples.
My heart wasn’t in it but I snapped the leather onto her right nipple,
then the left, then the right. I alternated for several minutes.
Both of Cathie’s big, floppy breasts were bright red and I could see
welts forming.
“Stop,” she finally commanded.
I stood back, puffing, with the belt hanging from my right hand.
Cathie looked deep into my eyes and said, “Now my ass again. Do my ass,
the same way you did my tits. Whip my ass with the belt until I can’t
sit on it for a day or two, OK, Goss?”
Looking into her eyes, I nodded. Cathie reached behind her and took two of
the pillows. Then she arranged herself, face down on the couch with the
pillows under her thighs. Her big ass was pushed far up into the air.
At this point, the pinkness was mostly fading. I watched her take a
pillow from the other end of the couch and put it under her face.
She turned her head until her left cheek was against the pillow.
I couldn’t avoid that one, big brown eye, boring into both of my eyes.
“I know you don’t spank me very hard,” Cathie said flatly, with no
inflection. Her glare penetrated my eyes. “Tonight I want you to put
your back into it,” she continued in a monotone. “Tonight I want you to
hurt my bum, Goss. It’s OK.”
Cathie’s head was to my left, her straight black hair mussed with
thin strands spread in a spray of perspiration across her high, right
cheekbone. Her wide, white back was bare, bisected by the backbone,
pointing down at her waist. Because of the pillows under her thighs,
her ass spread up and round, two delicious fat, pink round cheeks pointed
at the ceiling. Her long legs tapered back to the other end of the couch.
It occurred to me, Cathie was probably a sadist’s wet dream. But I wasn’t
…End of the part5. To be continued..
Title: Cathies Erotic Fantasy part5
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