Without the heart to continue, I laid my hand gently on her ass. The heat coming from it was incredible, if not just the burning sting of my own hand. Zainab’s panting moans teetered on the edge, riding the agony between pleasure and pain.
I tried to comfort her the best I could, rubbing my left hand up and down her spine. And with my right, I gently caressed her bottom in large clockwise circuits. I cupped her left buttock and slowly slid my hand up over her swollen globe, with my fingertips trailing in the crack of her ass.
Then I made my way across the small of her back, before groping the top of her right cheek and making my way down, this time my thumb sliding through her cleft. At the bottom, my hand traced the soft contours of the tops of her thighs to begin the circuit again.
She parted her legs, revealing her pink slit. “Please, Lawal,” she begged. “I was so naughty.”
My cock almost leapt beneath her hip. I knew what she wanted, and, God, I wanted to give it to her. Dropping my hand between her thighs, I cradled her burning pussy, her soft folds nuzzling my fingers.
I pressed firmly against her pussy, eliciting a tortured moan through her gritted teeth. I could feel the swollen, little nub of her clitoris, and the soft prickle of her pubic hair against my fingertips. With her butt cheeks clenched, I quickly slapped her pussy – not too hard, just enough for a light sting – maybe four or five times.
She squealed with each strike, her swollen lips darkening as they become engorged.
I held my hand firm to her vulva again. Each time I pressed, she squirmed, trying to grind herself back onto my hand. The pressure was pushing her closer and closer to orgasm, I knew. I burrowed my middle finger through her slit, feeling her sopping arousal. And that stiff, little bud.
But this was punishment. I couldn’t let her come.
I brought her to the brink over and over, pressing and releasing. Each push of her button caused her to buck in frustrated agony. I loved it. The sound of her moans, almost constant, desperately pleading with me to push her over the edge. The syrupy wetness spilled from her and coated my fingers.
It was then I had to stop. Much more, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.
Zainab’s trembling body eventually stilled. Her moans fell silent. She lay there taking deep breaths while I continued to caress her beautiful ass. Then she turned her head to face me, her face pouting.
“Are you okay?” I whispered with an evil grin.
She pushed herself up onto her knees, sitting back on her feet to my right with a wince. Wrinkling her nose and searching for the right words, she finally whispered back, “I’m so sorry I was naughty, Lawal.”
I gently held both sides of her face and breathed, “It’s all right, Baby. It’s over now.” I pulled her towards me and planted a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you, Zainab. You’re such a good girl.”
“I love you too,” she replied, her brow furrowed incredulously. She wanted the game to continue.
“Why don’t you show me what a good girl you are?” I couldn’t help myself.
“Okay,” she smiled, biting her bottom lip impishly. Zainab kissed me again, then kicked her feet out from under her and off the edge of the bed. She stood up, lifting her bare ass from the mattress.
I shamefully sucked air in through my teeth as I saw how her ass was and looked away. It was then that I noticed a wet spot on the end of the bed where she had been sitting. I gingerly reached out to touch the darker patch of embroidered cream on the sex toy cover. It was definitely wet. I leaned over and smelled it, and as soon as I did, my entire body flushed.
My own arousal had left a slimy spot of pre-cum at the end of my erection, which had soaked through my pants. And I noticed another spot, just on the inside of my right thigh, where Zainab’s pussy had been resting during her spanking.
Without speaking, Zainab spun around on the rug and dropped, reaching for the fly of my trousers. She unfastened and tugged them down forcefully, flicking them hard over the end of my cock. I lifted myself slightly to allow her to get them down over my ass, as she settled herself comfortably on her knees between my legs.
She broke eye contact with me briefly to look down at my exposed erection. Her smile broadened, then she reached out with both hands, clasping them tightly around the base of my shaft, leaving the head and another inch or two poking out the top. The entire end was slick with pre-cum.
Zainab bit her bottom lip as she looked back up at me. “Stand up, Lawal,” she breathed. “I want to look at you while I suck your cock.” Her words nearly caused me to pass out.
I leaned forward, holding the sides of her face, and kissed her softly on the mouth. Our tongues found each other and swirled together. I sucked tenderly at her lips, and she at mine. When I pulled back, she slowly licked her lips and hummed with contentment.
I pushed myself up off the bed, realising that Zainab had been gripping my cock the entire time. She held on, bringing the engorged head an inch from her lips. She looked up at me over the rim of her glasses and smiled sweetly. Then looking down at my cock, she gently kissed the head, her soft lips lingering on the slippery tip before she sucked them free.
She smiled up at me again, then opened her mouth and extended her tongue out to take my entire head between her lips. She held my gaze while she sucked and swirled her warm tongue around my glands.
“You are such a good girl,” I gasped down at her.
She pulled herself off my cock and smiled up at me, “You really think so, Lawal?”
“Oh, Zainab, I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Lawal,” she smiled with twinkling eyes, before sinking back onto my cock.
Zainab worked my bulbous head with her lips and tongue, licking at the seam where it met the shaft, every so often sliding herself off the end with a kiss on the tip. She stared up at me the whole time. I couldn’t look away. Nor did I want to. She bobbed down on my cock, taking more and more into her mouth. First, her lips met her left hand, and when she took that away to steady herself against my hip, she stroked my shaft with her right in time with her mouth.
The slurping sounds grew, along with our breath, as she wanked my cock into her mouth. I held my hand over hers on my hip, causing her to lift her face off me to give me an affectionate smile, before resuming her fantastic blow job. I ran my fingers through her hair as she bobbed, releasing more and more strands from her ponytail. But Zainab was undeterred, staring up at me and increasing her tempo until I was fucking her mouth with lusty abandon.
“Oh..ahh…Zainab, Baby, I’m going to come,” I groaned, the pressure of the ecstasy throughout my entire bodybuilding to the point where it was no longer bearable.
Zainab’s grip around the base of my cock tightened, and she pumped my length with her fist with a newfound intensity. She sucked the head of my cock even harder, staring up at me with those big eyes, and snorting through her nose. I began to moan. Losing my composure, I held Zainab’s shoulders and buckled over slightly. She moaned back at me in rapid, erotic grunts.
I came in her beautiful mouth with a roar. My body flushed with splendid warmth, and a torrent of semen gushed up the full length of my cock.
The force of my orgasm caught Zainab by surprise, causing her to pull back from my erupting cock, coughing and spluttering. Cum dribbled from her lips as she fought for air, but she kept jacking my cock with her hand.
My cock kept spurting, sending a thick ropey stream splashing onto Zainab’s face, across her glasses, nose and cheek. She gasped at the contact with my hot seed but was powerless to do anything about the third jet that struck her in the forehead and splattered into her hair. She lunged at my cock with her mouth open, catching another thick spurt. She quickly swallowed it down before clamping her lips around my head.
I convulsed in uncontrollable spasms with the remainder of my blissful release. Zainab looked up at me while she pumped my shaft and sucked on my head. Her face was covered in cum, and it was honestly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, Baby, I can’t…” I breathed, pushing her back and falling back onto the bed. I was way too sensitive for Zainab to continue working my cock the way she was.
She sat on the floor, wiping the cum off her face and glasses with her fingers, and then seductively sucked them clean. As she watched me, she made sure I saw her tongue dart out and flick across her fingertips every time she brought them to her mouth.
“Did I do good, Lawal?”
“Uh-huh,” I laughed, looking down at her.
“Is it my turn now?” she cooed, with a sexy, cum-stained grin.
“We’ll see,” I teased. “If you’re a good girl the rest of the night, well, maybe.”
Zainab began to pout, but immediately stopped when I raised an eyebrow at her. She dipped her gaze and caught sight of my still-hard cock. “Mmm,” she purred, climbing up onto me. She sucked my erection into her mouth again, and bobbed up and down a few times, before letting it pop free. “I love my horny boy.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s a good girl.” I let my head fall back onto the mattress, unable to cope with the visual sensations of Zainab staking her claim to me anymore. Closing my eyes, I drifted a thousand miles away.
“Lawal?” Zainab’s question jolted me from my daydream.
“What is it, Babe?” I lifted my head up to look at her.
She was sitting up, biting her bottom lip and holding her hands behind her back. “My bottom’s really sore, Lawal.”
“Oh, Zainab, I’m so sorry. I think there’s some moisturising cream with some aloe under the sink in the bathroom. Why don’t you grab it, and I’ll help you put it on.”
“Okay,” she smiled brightly, padding off to the ensuite.
With her distracted in the bathroom, I quickly changed out of my clothes, wiping the mixture of cum and saliva from my cock, and throwing on a pair of dark boxers and a green, oversized t-shirt. Zainab returned and handed me the bottle of moisturiser.
“Lie down on the bed,” I instructed gently. “This should help soothe the sting.”
She lay down on her stomach, with her arms buried under the pillow and her face on top, looking up at me. I squeezed a big dollop of the cream into my palm and rubbed my hands together to spread it out, then gently cupped her buttocks.
Zainab gasped.
“Oh, are you okay?” I asked, afraid I had hurt her.
“Yeah,” she giggled, “It’s just really cold.”
I snorted a chuckle myself and continued to gently apply the cream to her perfect ass. I kneaded her soft flesh, tenderly prying apart her cheeks with my thumbs. Each time I did, her puckered, little asshole winked up at me along with the soft, glistening folds of her vagina.
The glossy sheen of her buttocks covered in lotion was so wonderfully sexy, I couldn’t help but sigh in total admiration.
“Mmm, that feels good,” she purred into the doona.
When the cream no longer provided any lubrication for my strokes, I said, “That should do you.” Then I bent down and kissed her left cheek. “All better.”
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