The Spanking Stories Ch. 04: Red, or The Temp Tempted

She shouldnotbe allowing this to happen, she told herself firmly. She should remove her hand and her panties right this second. She should put her panties back on, straighten her clothing and leave. She should...

She suddenly leaned forward and kissed him.

Her mouth opened under his, and she moaned as she felt his tongue begin to explore her mouth. She felt his hands loosen their grip on her arm and rise to grip her shoulders. She was free to remove her hand...

...But she continued to stroke him, reveling in her complete surrender to the erotic spell they were now weaving together.

Jack was making small 'Mmm' noises of pleasure as their tongues continued to intertwine, and Lin suddenly noticed thatshewas, too. She found herself wishing that she knew better how to please him. Even without his hands on her arm she was finding it very difficult to stroke him smoothly, hampered as she was by his jeans. But the only way to improve the situation would be to...

No. She had gone too far already, she couldn't possibly...

She did.

She broke off their kiss and stepped back, simultaneously pulling her panties free of his pants like a magician pulling a handkerchief out of a hat.

Not daring to look at him she sank to her knees and quickly unfastened and unzipped his pants. She resolutely refused to think about what she was doing as she lowered his pants and then his underwear to his knees...

But suddenly there it was: his cock, bobbing in front of her face. Ohhh... So strangely shaped, so oddly beautiful.

She risked a glance up at Jack's face and then quickly lowered her gaze again. She unfolded her panties and held them up in the palms of her hands for a moment, like an offering, before wrapping them gently around his shaft.

She began stroking him again, slowly, delicately, as if polishing an extremely fragile ivory sculpture. The satin was such a pleasure to her hand. She slipped her free hand between his legs and cupped him there, using the heel of her palm to apply gentle pressure in rhythm with the upward and downward movement of her strokes.

She stole a glance upward and saw that he was standing with his mouth hanging open and his eyes closed, his expression suffused with pleasure. His hips were rocking gently in synchronization with her strokes.

Lin found herself becoming aroused again by his arousal. Plus there was something she found incredibly sexy about the fact that she was stroking him with her panties; the way the purplish head of his cock appeared and disappeared in her panties excited her.

She wanted to kiss him again and feel his tongue in her mouth, but she didn't want to break the spell of her rhythm. So she did the next best thing: she leaned forward and, without missing a stroke, kissed the very tip of his cock.

Oh God, she couldn't believe she was behaving this way! Kneeling in front of this man she hardly knew, stroking him and now kissing him there like a little...

Slut.

The word appeared in her mind like a red neon sign being switched on and for an instant Lin became the person she had been yesterday: the obedient, virginal daughter of conservative parents. She looked at herself through those eyes, and was shocked at how far she had fallen in such a short time.

If her parents ever found out, Lin knew, they would disown her.

Again she considered stopping. Then she shrugged inwardly.

To hell with it,she thought.This has nothing to do with them. This is for me.

Then she leaned forward and kissed Jack's cock again as she continued to stoke him with her panties.

But this time, remembering the feel of his tongue, she allowed her lips to open and little by little she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

Jack groaned out loud—and Lin knew without looking that it was a groan of pleasure. She continued to hold him with her mouth and allowed her tongue to taste... then lick... and then swirl playfully around the head... and was delighted when Jack groaned again and, placing his hands on her head, began stroking her hair.

The word 'slut' still glowed in her mind... and Lin found herself wanting to say it out loud, the way she had said 'cock-tease'. That would be so exciting...

But I can't,she thought, beginning to bob her head up and down in rhythm with her strokes,because my mouth is full of cock.

Ohhhh!Once again there was a rush of heat and moisture between her legs.

My mouth is full of cock. My mouth is full of cock. My mouth is full of cock...

Suddenly all of the rhythms—her thoughts, her mouth, her hands, even his groans—fell together and Lin found herself completely in their power. She was on board a runaway train, and it was moving faster... faster...

She heard a second voice beginning to moan and it took her a moment to realize that it was hers. Oh God, she was going to... going to...

Her entire body convulsed for a moment—and then once again that sweet, overwhelming sensation of melting from the inside out...

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh....

Suddenly she felt Jack's hands gripping her head and his hips beginning to jerk convulsively. Thinking that perhaps she was hurting him with speed and pressure of her strokes Lin stopped everything and raised her head to look at him...

Only to see his eyes snap open and stare down at her, and hear him gasp, "Jesus, no! Oh God, don't stop! For chrissakes... please!"

Quickly Lin resumed stroking him with her hands...but before she could take him back into her mouth Jack gave a strangled cry and to Lin's astonishment something white and pungent began spurting from the tip of his cock. It rained down over her hands and panties and again for a moment Lin thought she had hurt him somehow.

But then she looked up and saw the blissful expression on his face and she realized that he was feeling something similar to the exquisite pleasure she had just experienced for the second time; even now she was still quivering like a tuning fork.

She continued to stroke him and hurriedly reapplied her mouth to the head of his cock, holding it gently with her lips as she licked him clean, savoring the salt-sour taste as she coaxed a few last spurts from him with her tongue.

When she felt Jack begin to subside Lin sat back and gently removed her panties from around his cock. There were small wet stains all over them. They were ruined, probably, but Lin didn't care.

In fact, she planned to wear them home just like that. She had a sudden picture of herself riding the subway, dressed in the conservative office clothes she'd brought along but underneath it all wearing those red satin panties, still wet with his juices.

Mmmmm.

Suddenly she remembered Jack and glanced up at him,

And saw him looking down at her with a tenderness in his eyes that she had never seen before.

She stood, slowly.

She held out her panties with both hands, showing him the stains he had put there.

She smiled and said, "Red is a good color for you."

Then she put her arms around his neck and kissed him.