![[Pt. 1] His Ass Is My Favorite Toy!](https://cdn.aussiedlerbote.de/content/images/2024/05/31/303005/jpeg/4-3/1200/75/my-favorite-plaything-his-derriere.webp)
My favorite plaything: His Derriere!
While strolling into a restaurant following my work hours, I spotted a black blotch on his pants, hugging his rear.
I was about to bring it to his notice when my gaze inadvertently got enthralled by the motion of his ass cheeks as he walked.
I couldn't detach my eyes until we arrived at our reserved table. The sight had captivated my mind completely.
"So, what are you planning on eating?" He probed with a warm, radiant smile, his curved lips oblivious of the dirty thoughts seeping in me.
His cheerful eyes were brighter than usual. After all, he had been planning this date for quite some time.
It was astonishing how he still managed to please me despite his busy schedule.
Yet, I didn't intend to ruin the mood with my crude thoughts. I desired to go through the entire date without doing anything indecent.
But the scenario seemed to be slipping from my grasp like molten sand, causing my heart to burn as he mentioned a theater date after dinner.
"It's an excellent movie, you'll love it." He uttered softly, amid the conversation with the cashier, as I scanned the sporadic part of his skin visible.
His garments hugged his frame. The pleasant weather proved to be a pleasant surprise for me.
"Have you paid?" He inquired, steering his attention off my behavior, allowing me to regain my composure.
"Yes, I've paid." I responded, turning my head away for a brief moment to avoid hopping into the car and ravishing him.
"Is the theater far?" He asked, concerned about my fatigue, while I studied his exposed skin.
"No, it's not far," he replied immediately, saying, "I know you're exhausted. I won't make you more exhausted." His cheeks seemed to mock me, his lips appearing juicy.
I was on the verge of slipping out of my skin when he slurped the juice through the straw, his sensuous lips a tease.
I'd had enough of the arousal his insensitive disposition instigated in me, his eyes unaware of my constantly shifting expression.
I gathered his hand, watching him shift his gaze to my eyes.
He had every right to be taken aback, and I wanted to witness his reaction.
He failed to disappoint and provided me with the gaze I'd been lusting for, his eyes rounding more when I prodded him out of the theater.
"Babes, what's happening? Are you feeling okay?" He questioned, trailing after me towards a location where we could be alone.
"Yes, I'm fine." I replied calmly and peered into the dark alley, confirming no one was strolling by.
"Then where are we going?" He asked, his tone concerned for my well-being, oblivious to my lust.
"Nowhere anyone can see us." I claimed, thrusting him into the corner, dismissing his question.
"What do you mean?" His voice reeked of curiosity.
"You need to be as quiet as possible." I pressed him against the wall, observing his eyes widen, his body drawing back.
"Don't worry, no one can see us here." It was a tucked-away corner, where even if someone passed by, they'd overlook us.
"Baby, what are you doing?" He queried, startled by my actions.
"Just something private," I said, silencing the slew of questions he was about to ask.
His lips sealed, refusing to budge, wondering at mine, kissing him with passion. However, once I encircled his body, he reciprocated the kiss.
I dove into his body, reveling in its warmth and boldly pushed my body weight onto him. Our height disparity rendered our clumsy kiss palatable.
His neck was angled down at me, his body accommodating my height, and when I felt he'd surrendered to me, my tongue skated into his mouth, discovering the amazing taste of his mouth.
His lips hummed the sweetest melodies for my ears, his hands pushing my body closer to his frame.
I sank lower into his body, relishing each and every second until time flashed before my eyes.
I couldn't afford to lose a moment. I longed for something and if I had squandered time, I wouldn't be able to taste it.
Carrying the intense longing for his lips to burn into me, I stepped back and focused on his sleeping gaze.
This boy's arousal was astonishing.
"Rotate," I said, dismissing the captivating view in front of me, and observed him hesitantly turn around and secure his hands on the wall like he was anticipating what was coming.
"Don't allow any sound to slip out," I instructed and rested my arm across his waist, pulling his ass out, making him let out a soft cry.
That image had been playing in my thoughts for hours, preventing my thoughts from functioning properly.
"Mama!" He complained, his eyes trying to look at my palm caressing his ass cheeks. "Why are you so worked up?" he panted, his lips parting to let the air flow freely.
"This." I said, softly hitting his ass, causing his body to give me a small jolt in his skin and a brief peek at his closed eyes.
"You've been walking around with this black stain on your ass, not realizing you were arousing me the whole time." He pursed his lips to my words, prompting my hand to give his ass another spank.
"Mama!" He whined, his sweet noise sparking a thrill through my veins.
"Shh, be quiet. The sound of your ass being struck would draw attention."
I delivered one more spank before beginning to spank him continuously, watching him grit his lips so no noise escaped through them.
"M-Mama! It stings." He breathed, trying to quiet down, which provoked me further. To satiate my craving, my hand guided me as it moved to his pants, sensing his erection already fully hard.
"Do you like it, baby?" Placing my face on his neck, I inquired, gently placing suction kisses of desire I had been dwelling on.
"Yes, Mama! Spank me harder!" His hands transformed into fists with each spank hitting his ass, his body trembling more and more.
I adored how firm and hard he had become in my hand, how his body was sliding on the wall.
"Oh, Mama! You could've informed me earlier. You didn't need to endure." My heart was heartened by the delightful phrases his lips uttered and his voice's changing tone.
His remarks brought me contentment. My body pushed him harder on the wall, my teeth grazing his neck, to take more of his filthy speech.
"It burns! Mama!" He moaned, his mouth wide open, his breaths causing jolts in my body.
"Mama!" I increased the number of spankings, watching him jerk back into me, pressing his cock into my hand, allowing me to relish the feeling of power.
"Mama!" His continuous moans only encouraged my spanking, his grunts and whimpers escalating.
The spanking continued, as well as his desiring moans and whines. My hand was throbbing, scorching from I don't know how many spanks I had given him, an expression of my anger.
"Mama, it stings!" He moaned repeatedly in my ear, whining as if he was weeping from pleasure, which only grew more.
"Mama, if you continue, I'm about to come." I smiled, my mind creating a single sentence.
"How promiscuous of you. Reaching orgasm from being spanked? That's a depraved act."
"I am depraved, Mama! You already know that. I am your whore. Aren't I?" He whined, struggling to maintain his low tone, as I latched onto his neck with my mouth.
"Tell me I'm your whore, Mama! Mama!" Instantly, he became more eager and despicable, disregarding the need to silence himself.
To prevent us from being caught. My hand hurried and covered his mouth, feeling his breath tickling my palm.
"Yes! Yes, you're my whore. You don't need to make us caught for me to say that."
As if he'd found comfort, his body stopped twitching and only acted by slipping out his hips, his movements seeming softer with each slap and eventually lean on my shoulder.
"You want to come?" He rapidly nodded, muzzling beneath my palm. "Come!"
As I mentioned, his body began twitching even more, his hips bucking against mine, thrusting his cock into my palm, granting me enjoyment.
"Mama!" His ongoing moans only prompted my arousal to increase, making me desire to eat him the whole; to consume all he had to provide, and return the favour.
The spankings kept coming, accompanied by his arousing whines and whimpers. My hand was burning, blistering from who knows how many spanks I had given him, reflecting my rage.
"Mama, it burns!" He repeatedly said in my ear for a while, moaning inconspicuously as if he was weeping from stimulation, which constantly intensified.
"Mama, if you keep going, I'm going to come." I smirked, my brain creating a sole sentence.
"What a wanton you are. Reaching orgasm from being spanked? That's a treacherous behavior."
"I am a whore, Mama! You've already acknowledged that. I'm a slut. Aren't I?" He complained, struggling to keep his low voice, while my palm now reached for his neck.
"Say I'm your whore, Mama! Mama!" Suddenly, he became overly eager and lustful, disregarding his need to be silent.
To prevent us from being found out. I quickly slapped my hand across his mouth, sensation his breath brushing my skin.
"Yes! Yes, you're my whore. You don't need to make ourselves caught for me to say that."
After showering him with a few more kisses on his neck, I turned him around and kissed his panting lips once more.
"Let's depart!"
Here's the rephrased version:
AT A DEAD END
-----adoration, writer! 💝
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