I've always liked to suck cock and for the right kind of guy I'd even let him cum in my mouth so I found that I like kind of aggressive guys. So I sought out an aggressive guy to suck one evening who had at least a fairly large cock. This was all online of course and he even sent a picture of his well-shaped manhood. Of course, I got real excited from this picture and told him so. He made me tell him how much I wanted it before he let me know where to meet him.
When I arrived at his place he told me to take off my clothes first. I obliged, just imagining his beautiful cock. I noticed he wasn't very attractive as he walked silently to the sofa. "Come here," he said. I walked over to the sofa, staring at his crotch. "Rub it," he said. So I started to rub his cock through his jeans while I knelt on the sofa. He started rubbing my ass, then smacked it. I yelped in surprise. "Tell me how much you want my cock," he instructed.
"I want to see your cock so bad," I replied.
"Bad enough to let me spank your ass 20 times?"
I hesitated for a second, but said sure. He got up and led me over to the edge of the sofa and bent me over it. Smack, smack. One crack on each cheek, real hard. Now I'm not a real fan of pain, so I yelped in pain and surprise. Smack, smack again; and again. I squirmed a little, and he repeated the dual spanks.
"Why aren't you counting" he asked, smack, smack.
"How many is that?" I asked. Smack, smack.
"I don't know," he replied, smack, smack, "you were supposed to be counting." Smack, smack.
"I think that's ten," I croaked really starting to feel it. Smack, smack.
"Start over," he said. Smack, smack. "And make it 25, for not counting." Smack, smack.
"Two," I said. Smack, smack.
"No," he said, smack, smack. "That is one." Smack, smack.
"One," I said. I got all the way to 25 with just some squirming, but it really hurt and I was glad it was not more.
“Now you can suck me,” he announced, pulling me up from the sofa. I knelt before him and undid his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers allowing his beautiful cock to spring forth. I stroked it, and some pre-cum oozed out. “Lick it off,” he ordered. I did of course, and started to suck his cock with gusto. He moaned. “Mmm, that’s nice.” He let me suck for a while, then pulled away and asked, “do you like sucking my cock.”
“Mmhm,” I replied, eying his beautiful cock glistening with my spit.
“How much,” he asked.
I knew where this was going, and although I did not like the thought of being spanked again, I really wanted to suck his cock. “I’d take another 25 spanks.”
He smiled. “If you’d take 25, you’d take 50,” he said.
“Fifty?” I asked, not wanting 50 spanks, but continuing to stare at his beautiful cock.
“Sixty then,” he suggested.
“No, fifties good,” I added quickly.
He pulled me up by my hair, turned me around and spanked my ass while I was standing several times. “You know what, since you like sucking my cock so much, I think it should be up to me how many spanks you take for the honor of getting my cock in your mouth. What do you think about that?”
“Fine, I’d take sixty, but don’t you like how I suck you?”
“I can get any bitch to suck my cock, you just got lucky to get me first. And it’ll be more than sixty.”
“More than sixty?” I asked.
“Fine,” he said, “you can just leave.” He grabbed my arm, picked my clothes up off the floor, shoved them in my hands and pulled me toward the door.
“Wait, please,” I pleaded. ”I really want to suck your cock. I’ll even swallow.”
He laughed, “Of course, you’ll swallow.” He opened the door, and with me standing there naked before the open door, he said, “You can come back in when you agree to my price.” Then he shoved me naked out the door. I quickly pulled my pants back on and stood there not believing what had just happened. I had had a beautiful cock in my mouth, and now I was standing on this guy’s front porch, with just my pants on. I thought about his beautiful cock, and about what had just happened and realized that although the spanking was painful, it was also pretty exciting. As I thought about it, I started to get hard and realized that it would not be so bad to get more of a spanking. So I knocked on the door. It took a while but he finally answered.
“I agree to your price,” I said, looking at the ground.
“Take off your pants and leave your clothes out here,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Out here?” I asked.
He closed the door. “Damn it,” I thought. I thought for a moment about what to do, then pulled off my pants and knocked on the door. I could hear a car coming and hoped he would open the door soon. He didn’t of course and the car drove by while I stood naked on his porch. They didn’t seem to notice and shortly the door opened.
“The price has gone up,” he announced. “Come on in if you agree.” He turned and walked in to his house. I followed. He turned to me and smiled, nodding toward the sofa. I assumed the position. He rubbed my ass for a moment then smacked it. “One,” I announced.
“Not yet,” he said, “I’ve got something better in mind. And by the way, the price is up to a hundred.”
I cringed, but said, “okay.”
I could hear him doing something close by, then I felt something cold and solid rubbing my ass. Crack, Crack. Two hard smacks with a paddle, one on each cheek, caught me by surprise. I didn’t announce one. Crack, Crack again. “Why aren’t you counting?” he shouted as I started to say “two.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “the paddle caught me by surprise.” Crack, Crack. “Three,” I announced.
“No, no,” he said, crack, crack; “start over, and now it’s 125.” Crack, crack.
“125,” I asked, “please, I…”
Crack, crack. “Fine 150,” crack crack, “and you’d better start counting,” crack, crack, “or it’ll be more.”
Crack, crack. “One,” I shouted. By 50, I was squirming. At 100, I didn’t think I could take anymore, by 125 I was crying. Then he surprised me by increasing the pace: crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack. “130,” I cried at the end. He stopped for a moment.
“Wrong,” he said, “start over.” Crack, crack.
“No,” I whined. Crack, crack.
“No,” he shouted. “You want more?” Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack. I squirmed, crying out with each crack. I tried to get up but he held me down. Now I was really crying, but he just kept on spanking.
“Please,” I begged through tears.
Finally, he stopped. “You still want to suck my cock.”
“Yes,” I sniffled.
He tossed the paddle on the sofa and stood there waiting while I pulled myself up off the sofa and quickly undid his pants and pulled them off revealing his rock hard cock. I sucked it hungrily. “Ahh, yeah,” he moaned. After a while he pushed me back and squeezed his cock, a big drop of pre-cum started out of his hole. “Don’t miss any of this,” he ordered. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as a long rope of pre-cum dripped onto my tongue. He shoved his cock into my mouth and tried to fuck my face. I did as well as I could, but his cock was too big for my throat. But I continued to suck him hungrily, his pre-cum oozing down my throat. Occasionally, I’d pull back and coax a nice long string of pre-cum out of his cock onto my tongue. He really liked this.
Finally, he started to shoot his massive load of cum into my mouth. I’d already swallowed enough of his pre-cum to equal a full load of cum, and now, he just kept on shooting out shot after shot of cum. So much I could only catch it in my mouth. When he finally stopped, he ordered me to swallow it. It was difficult, but I managed; I almost gagged, but I managed. He pushed his cock back into my mouth and milked out some more cum and I sucked him dry.
“That was pretty good,” he said. “I’m busy tomorrow night, but come back Monday night. I’ll give you that 150 you couldn’t take and I’ll let you suck my cock again.” He pulled me up from the floor and led me to the door; my ass was still on fire and my cock was still hard.
When he opened the door he noticed that I was still hard. “You’d better jerk off before you put your clothes on,” he said. I started to come back inside and he stopped me. “Out here,” he said. I looked around and started to jerk on my dick. “Not on the porch,” he ordered, pushing me down the steps.
I stood at the base of the stairs leading off his porch and started jerking. He motioned me into the front yard. I kept jerking as I moved over into the grass. Fortunately, it was pretty late and I was really hot. It didn’t take long until I had an incredible orgasm. When the last of my cum had oozed out of my dick, he tossed my clothes toward my car and said, “Monday night at 8,” as he headed back inside.
I dressed quickly, my jeans irritating my burning ass. Although, I could feel the burn on my ass all the way home and into the next day, I arrived at his house at 7:50 Monday night … but that is another story.
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