After the eternity of about 5 minutes he relented and moved his hand down to my soaked pussy. He forced my legs apart and began spanking my pussy through the wet panties. I had not been giving permission to get that wet and was due for some discipline. The wetness made the smacks sting ever so much and I resisted. But every time my legs closed and had to be put back into place, the slaps were harder. So I bit my lip and took my punishment. Kenneth is especially sadistic. He slapped at my cunt in just such a way to make me squirt all over his hand and my bed. Short, directed blows and I was a fountain. Regretfully, I was an unapproved fountain and was punished even more for not asking permission to cum. He was enjoying my misery mixed with pleasure. The drenched panties came off and two fingers were pushed roughly inside me. Kenneth is not a small man and his fingers are no exception. They filled me in every direction and immediately went to work. I released over and over again. Each time, he would bring his fingers to my mouth and I would suck them off greedily before they were reinserted. Were I ever stranded in the wilderness with a companion, I'm fairly certain my pussy could provide hydration for at least a week. My cache of juices seemed never-ending. My sheets, mattress, clothing, his hand, everything was dripping.
After he felt I'd had enough, he bade me kiss and suck his ear and neck. And whisper in his ear how much of a slut I was and how much I loved having him hurt me. If he thought I wasn't convincing enough, I got a smack across the ass. Not that I really minded the spanking, but it was turning me on saying dirty things. I did love him hurting me, my pussy had drenched itself from a pretty decent amount of pain in a very sensitive area. I was a little pain slut. So I kissed and sucked his flesh while grinding against him. I wanted more. Asking for more got me not only a sharp smack, but an order to pleasure him even more. So I made my way down between his legs and began licking his flaccid penis like a lollipop. He'd ordered me not to suck since I'd told him I wasn't in the mood to suck when he'd messaged me. So I licked and licked, wanting to suck, but fearful of disobeying orders. Ultimately, my mouth gravitated to his cock like a magnet to metal and I began sucking. I glanced up, awaiting reproach, but none was given. He grew hard in my mouth as moved up and down. I used to hate sucking cock, but I truly do love it now. It's a peaceful, repetitive motion and I strive to please each man completely. I want to be the best little cocksucker he's ever had. I knew Kenneth was enjoying this and I expected him to make me finish him off, but he pulled me up. I'd been complaining about his need to shave which apparently was being a brat. So I was put over his lap.