"If I ask you to do something for me, will you think it's weird?" She turned and licked the head of his cock, then turned back up to face him.
He said, after regaining some level of composure, "No, I don't think so... why?"
Glancing up with a studied and quizzical expression, she shifted her frame slightly, hesitated briefly, then said, "Spank me."
"What?"
She stopped paying attention to the matter at hand, raised up, and stage-whispered, "SPANK ME!"
He paused, almost said something, but she interrupted his forming thoughts.
"Come on. Spank me. I like that."
He blurted, "Okay."
With no apparent effort she flipped herself around a little, raised her hips, and settled in a position at a sharp angle to his body, with her feet reaching for the pillows. When her mouth enveloped him again he reached down and out, and rested his hand on her left ass cheek and rubbed gently. He could hear her breathing through her nose while she sucked nicely, and the feeling made him throw his head back onto the yielding surface of the bed. Sucking up boldness and feeling a little silly, he raised his hand over the tiny, round, tight ass and smacked in an experimental way.
The gymnast woman instantly raised off him and announced in a breathy voice, "Come on, I'm not made of glass! Hit me!" and she waited, looking annoyed.
So he rotated a full arm stroke up, and fanned the air. When his broad hand came down full on the cloth-clad rear it connected with a loud 'SMACK!' The woman made a huffing intake sound, a 'uh-huh' kind of inhale, let it out with a heavy undertone, like a large cat, and placed her lips around him again. He wound up and hit her a second time, and when his hand impacted her whole body shuddered and spasmed. She made an animal sound and took him in her mouth, deeply. He hit her a third time, harder than before, to the point of making him uncomfortable with it, and she shook, so hard it reminded him, cliché-like, of a maple leaf on a tree in autumn.
Her gasp made him nervous about the hit and he asked her, "Is.. is that okay? You all right?"
She nodded with his cock in her mouth, and he could see saliva on the corners of her cute mouth. Pulling off, eyes closed, she muttered or spoke or communicated, with a slight hint of laugh, "I'm fine," then paused, and finished with that laughing tone, "I'm a big girl!" The light hit her face and her eyelids fluttered for a second, revealing glistening pupils.
The next hit resounded in the room, a high-pitched cracking noise; the 'big girl' trembled and opened her mouth wide, breathing unevenly, and lowered her mouth, taking him in deeply, then slowly, oh so slowly, lifting back up until she was kissing the very tip of his cock.
She sucked again, moved her mouth down, then up and almost off his cock, and waited with her lips on the very top of the head, waiting like a train in a station. He spanked her, as hard as he could given the somewhat awkward position of his arm relative to her ass, and as his hand came down her mouth came down as well. He did it again, and they repeated the dance, and set up a rhythm.
She whimpered and squirmed, cried and gasped, while he groaned away each time she performed magic on him, and when she reached up and flicked his nipples he felt it in the tips of his toes. Then it was right there, right there and ready.
