Big Men of the House(3)

Christopher's eyes narrowed, his teeth grinding. “It's time for a spanking.”



“WHAT!?” I burst out. “I'm not a kid, Christopher.”



“Bend over your desk,” he commanded. His voice was low and monotone.



I stood staring at him, my hands on my hips. Our eyes stayed on each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. Christopher's hands clenched into fists. His big body was intimidating. Fear began to creep through my skin.



Christopher might actually hit me if I don't do what he asks...



I reluctantly stepped towards my desk, keeping my eyes on him. “You're not serious, are you?”



“Be a good girl and do as your told,” Christopher said firmly.



I bent over, placing my hands flat on the desk. I shut my eyes, waiting for the smack on my ass.



“Pull your jeans down.”



My eyes flung open and my jaw dropped. What was he asking me to do?



“Why?” I asked, my voice shaking.



“Don't talk back to me!” Christopher shouted.



His yelling froze me. My hands worked their way towards my waistline and unbuttoned my jeans. I swayed my ass back and forth as I pulled my pants down to around my ankles. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the shame set in. I wanted it all over and done with.



SMACK!



His open hand cut through the air, crashing down hard against my bare ass cheek. The pain was unbearable as I let out a cry of pain



“You've been such a bad girl,” Christopher said.



Another SMACK!



The second slap didn't hurt as much as the first. In fact, it felt kind of good.



SMACK! SMACK!



I gripped the edges of the desk as I received the beating of my life. My ass was already sore after only a few slaps. Christopher grunted with every smack, hitting me harder each time. The pain faded into a sort of pleasure that excited me.



A soft moan escaped my lips that surprised me. Christopher stopped in the middle of spanking me probably because he was surprised too. He gently laid his hands on my ass, grabbing my cheeks.



I glanced behind me. “Hit me harder,” I instructed. Christopher angry scowl soon turned into a smirk.



He spanked my ass over and over again, causing me to moan incessantly. The pain turned me on so much. My pussy was wet with desire, dripping onto the carpet floor. I had never felt that way before. The feeling of needing. Of wanting someone so badly it hurts.



Christopher grabbed me by the hair and lifted me off the desk, turning me so I was face to face with him. Our eyes met and I could see the hunger. He felt the same desire as me. Our lips collided in a splash of ecstasy and passion. Christopher held my head as he shoved his tongue down my throat. His raging boner pulsed within his pants as it was pinned against me.



Christopher pulled up my shirt, exposing my big tits. His eyes widened as he bent down to taste them. He kissed my cleavage and licked my nipples, sucking on them like a baby.



I felt his hands on my shoulders as he forced me down to my knees. “Suck on me like a lollipop,” he said. Christopher unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor. His large cock stood straight up, erect and waiting.



I gripped his shaft with both hands, stroking his enormous member. I let a little bit of spit drool onto the head of his penis, lubricating him for my mouth. I opened wide, stretching my lips as far as they would go. I crammed him inside, sucking down hard like it was candy. Christopher moaned as he held my head, his fingers brushing through my hair.



My head bobbed up and down on his dick as he went in and out of my mouth. I pulled him out and ran my tongue from the bottom of his shaft, all the way to the top. Christopher shivered from the extreme pleasure. I put him back in my mouth, sucking on him harder than before. Christopher tasted so good and just the thought of his warm cum running down my throat made me even wetter.



I pulled Christopher's monstrous cock out. “Take me,” I said. I stood up and bent back over the desk, assuming the position. My large tits were smushed against the table as I gripped the edges again. Christopher slapped my ass once more, confirming that I was going to be incredibly sore the next day.



Christopher' fingers felt my wetness, rubbing my soft pussy. I glanced behind me to see Christopher tasting me on his fingers. “How do I taste?” I asked.



“Like heaven,” he said, smiling. Christopher grabbed my hips, teasing me with his hard cock against my pussy. The head of his penis, just barely touched my opening and drove me crazy.



“Just fuck me already!” I yelled. Christopher's fingers dug their way into my sides before he crammed his entire length inside me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the pleasure and pain mixed into a tornado. Christopher was so big that he barely fit. He dug his way through, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside me.