Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 149

Chapter 149

The next few minutes you spent humping into Gemma wasn't the hardcore, rough sex she'd asked for. It was more sweet and normal than anything, but if you had learned anything from your experiences in the last week and a half it was that pacing yourself, and finding the natural rises and falls in the activity, could help extend things out.

Gemma loved it. You'd just put her through a physical toll, and she breathed deeply and moaned happily as you slowly fucked her, feeling every twitch and quiver in her pussy. You wreathed your fingers in hers with both hands from behind, and she began to hump her ass back at you, matching your easy rhythm.

You were both sweaty at this point, and her hair was clinging to her forehead. You moved it out of the way and kissed her there, then down to her neck. "How are you feeling?" you checked in with her.

"Ungh," she grunted through the ball gag, nodding and smiling at you as best she could.

You kissed her cheek. "Are you ready for more?"

"Eeh ooo," she 'said,' and you thought it might have been 'Yes, love.'"

"OK," you said, squeezing her fingers with yours for a moment before releasing her hands and dismounting from her. You rolled her over and got off the bed, pulling her by her legs to the edge of the mattress. She naturally spread her legs for you, and you were able to look down at her naked body completely displayed to you. Her legs spread wide, her pussy wet and flush, still gaping just a little between her lips and wanting more of your cock. Her stomach, rising and falling with her breaths, marked with those hickeys. Her breasts. The curve of her neck. The line of her jaw as it was kept open by the ball gag. The need in her eyes.

"What do you think, love?" you asked her rhetorically. "You've been an excellent bad, naughty girl so far. You didn't orgasm without permission, you aren't whining. You aren't being a brat like Sabrina can be. You don't actually deserve any punishment." You leaned down over her, getting closer. "So I have to ask you, Gemma. Do you want a bit of punishment anyways? Do you want me to spank you some more? To slap your big, amazing tits? Or drum on that needy little pussy?"

"Mhmmm," she nodded eagerly.

"Like this?" you asked, and brought your hand down in a soft slap on her left breast. It was a soft crack, and she moaned and nodded.

"Mo'," she managed to say fairly clearly.

"More?" you asked. "More what?"

"Mo' ees," she mumbled around the gag.

"Good girl," you said, and rewarded her with another slap, this time harder and to her right tit.

You played with her that way for a bit, both of you exploring the places she liked getting slapped. Anywhere on her tits was fair game, and made her shudder with excitement. Her upper chest was the same, but her stomach wasn't - she didn't hate it, but it did nothing for her. Her sides were out of bounds - she'd liked the pinch, but even little slaps made her jump for ticklishness. Her upper arms did nothing for her, but her inner thighs were a pleasure zone and soon she was weeping her natural lubricants from her puffy pussy and her thighs were a warm pink.

Then you slapped her pussy, just lightly, and Gemma came. You could see the surprise flash over her face as her body betrayed her and she lost control, her toes curling and her fingers stretching wide as the orgasm rolled through her.

"You naughty slut," you scolded her, reaching down and taking her throat lightly in your hand again as she blinked her way out of the orgasm. "You lost control, didn't you?"

"Mmmf ooey," she mumbled her apology, giving you big puppy dog eyes.

"Apology accepted, love," you said. "Forgiven, but not forgotten. Now I really do need to punish you."

And you set about teasing her mercilessly. First you told her she wasn't allowed to move unless you moved her, and then you set about tickling, lightly pinching and occasionally spanking her. She liked anything but tickling on her feet. She hated pinching on her thighs, but wanted more spanks - wanted it to the point she let out a whine when you moved on, making you laugh and her blush hard. Pinching her boobs, anywhere but the nipples, was too painful. It was interesting seeing the difference in how she liked the slaps but not the pinches in some places, and liked pinches but not slaps in others.

Then you got up to her face and gave her a little tap on the cheek. "What about here?" you asked her.

She hesitated, and you saw something in her eyes. She didn't want to deny you at least trying, but she was hesitating for a reason.

"OK," you said without her needing to say anything. You leaned down and kissed her cheek, then the other. "No need to say it, love. And you've definitely been a good girl again, so..." And you slipped your cock back into her, and she moaned happily and gratefully.

You raised back up and began to fuck her. She wrapped her legs around your hips and fucked back at you, making her tits bounce wonderfully. You started putting the things you'd learned, exploring her, to work. You slapped her breasts and chest. You pinched her sides. Then you took a break from it and manipulated her legs, pulling them from around your waist and manhandling her into new positions without pulling your cock from her. You slapped her thighs, you strummed her clit, you kissed her toes. You played with her like a jungle gym, flipping her legs to one side or the other, rotating her cunt on your cock.

And then, with her leg spread wide and one of her tits grasped in your hand, you tapped her clit hard with the other and she froze, clenching her entire body as her eyes went into a wide panic.

"Mmmmmmmm mm mmmm!" she groaned painfully. She was trying to hold off the orgasm, trying her damndest to do it for you.

You pulled out of her and straddled her chest, stroking your cock quickly as you pointed it at her face. "Come for me while I come all over your face," you told her. "Do it, love. Fucking do it!" You reached back and gave her pussy another little tap, and Gemma screamed into the gag as she released, her body heaving up as her back arched, and you grabbed her tits and stroked yourself with them, fucking her tits and releasing your own orgasm in a messy spray across her face and neck.

You were both panting heavily as you came down, and you got off of her and stroked her hair from her forehead again.

Gemma was panting through her nose, but blinked open her eyes and slowly slithered from the bed. You watched her walk over to the mirror in her room and look at herself in it, the ball gag splitting her lips and your cum all over her. "Hmmmhmmmhmm," she laughed into the gag. Then she grabbed her phone and took a picture of herself, and your phone bingled soon after. You glanced at it and saw she'd sent it to the group chat with Sabrina.

Then Gemma reached back and undid the ballgag, spitting it out of her mouth and working her jaw for a moment. "I love you, baby," she said, looking at you with this innocent little grin.

"God, I love you too," you said.

"I'll be right back," she said, moving to the door. "Let me wash my face, and then I want to make out a bit before you fuck my mouth. I want to deepthroat you today."

She opened the door and stopped cold. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked someone on the other side.