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Back in WheelingBack in Wheeling (I Loved that Town!)By the second or third time I made a trip to Wheeling I had some nice contacts. There were old fuck buddies but also some new ones I’d made by chatting. The people who ran the motel were tolerant of me and the comings and goings of my friends…like most places they didn’t really care as long as there were no problems. Before leaving home I contacted a few fucking friends and let them know I’d be in town. There was one guy in particular who wanted a ‘date’.This was nice. He was married but had no problem getting away. He wanted to take me to dinner then to bed, he liked it a little rough. Twenty years my senior, he was also hung nicely and really knew how to use that cock!I spent my first day at the job-site but left a little early to get ready for the evening; the only thing on my mind for most of the day was cock anyway…a nice big one deep in me!Since I was going out ‘dressed’ I wanted everything to be just right; I also wanted to be totally cleaned-out for the evening, nothing to have to worry about during sex. By then I was use to doing this, it becomes second nature after a while and is actually a pleasant chore for a committed slut like me.I’d probably end the evening being a total wreck but, in the beginning I wanted to look good. This friend was very old fashioned. He loved seamed stockings, garter belts and panties along with open-bottomed girdles and anything else in the lingerie area. These were also the things I just loved to wear…dressing to thrill.By the time he knocked I was ready. There was more than a passing approval at my heels, stockings, garter belt and brief lacy panties. The gaff I wore hid ‘everything’ and made my crotch very femme under the short pleated A-line skirt. He had a problem keeping both his hands and eyes off of me and that’s what I wanted…lust!Dinner was nice, easy and relaxed. We went to a mid-scale place where I could show myself off a little, flounce and be a little slutty. Other than that I gave my ‘date’ 100% of my attention. We both knew what was going to happen anyway, there was no rush. I was going to wind up on my back, with my legs spread, getting a good long fucking; just what we both wanted.On the way back to the motel I teased a little. Actually more than a little; by the time he parked in front of our room I had his cock out, he was rock hard and I was bobbing up and down on him while squeezing and stroking. He stopped me saying, “There’s someone standing outside, I think we should continue in the room.”As he handed me out of the car I looked to see our ‘neighbor’ standing outside illegal bahis siteleri of his room. Yes, he was staring at us. It was obvious that my head had been in someone’s lap as we parked, the big bulge in the front of my friends pants was also more than obvious. I gave the guy a little smile as I dug in my purse for the room key then handed it to my friend. As soon as the door was closed and locked things changed a little. There was a very tight embrace, a long deep kiss as my ass got squeezed good and hard then he asked, “Do you have to use the toilet?” I did and answered ‘Yes.’ I did sense a slight change in my date’s attitude, as I sat to pee I thought about this. I had a feeling that something was going to happen, I didn’t know exactly what that was. I did remove the gaff before pulling my panties back up and rejoining him…now he was seated on the armless chair (from the little desk) in the center of the floor. I went over and sat down in his lap, all of the ‘signals’ were there; I was going to get a spanking before being taken to bed. We cuddled and kissed a little, his hand roamed up my thighs over the stockings then further; I spread my legs to give him complete access and tried to relax. His fondling was like an electric current running through my body’ part of it was the anticipation of what was to come.He told me that the evening had been very nice then, he told me that he hated to ruin the enjoyment but I’d been a little ‘slutty’ in public. The way he put it was, ‘A little too slutty.’ He continued feeling me up, playing with the stockings and garters, I kept my legs spread. My one thigh was pressing on his erect cock. There was a little more small talk, more hugging and kissing, more caressing then, “I think what you need is a good old fashioned spanking before we continue.”His saying that, even though I knew it was coming, was a little shock.I know that I stiffened in his lap a little; we shared a few more kisses, I reached down and caressed his cock a little through his slacks. There was a little of this before he slipped his hand under my cheeks and pushed me up a little saying, “You know the position my dear…over my lap, head to the left.” I rose and obeyed him, over his lap, hands on the floor, legs straight out behind me then relaxed them so that my toes were touching the floor. His hand slipped up my legs under the skirt then he raised it bundling it up around my waist.As he pulled the panties up good and tight I felt an all-over tingle of fear as goose bumps exploded on my thighs and backside…he rubbed my cheeks a little then there mobilbahis güvenilir mi was the inevitable first smack. A good stinging smack right across the center of my one cheek! That was followed quickly by a second one…then another, then lower where there was no protection. He knew what he was doing all too well! The spanking continued as he turned my backside into a stinging, tingling mass of pain that wrapped both cheeks. There was a little break as he took time to pull my panties down then he started all over again. I kicked, wiggled around on his lap, the panties slipped down my legs and I kicked both shoes off as it went on! It got to the point that every good hard smack ran up my back and exploded in my brain! I saw spots, my eyes misted over, I was gasping for breath and my backside started to feel like I’d sat down on a hot griddle then the inevitable tears started to fall.I couldn’t help it and I couldn’t stop it…I trembled all over, crying out in pain then just started to cry…bawl was more like it. Through the mist of tears I watched mine fall off my nose and drop onto the rug as I cried out in pain and bawled like hell! God was I getting a spanking!When he was finally satisfied I’d been spanked enough he helped me stand, on some very shaky legs and then sat me down on his lap – on a very sore, burning backside. I was, by then, a real mess and it took a while to stop crying. He comforted me, kissed me a lot and held me while I attempted to calm down. I was shaking like a leaf all over and just couldn’t stop!Once in bed it became all loving and lust. I’d lubed myself very well so, once the finger fucking between my sore cheeks started, I was leaking lube like a girl in heat. Other than him there was no stripping; I wound up on my back with the skirt well up around my waist with only the garter belt and very twisted stockings. As he played then moved to mount me I pulled my legs up good and far, bent my knees and spread wide for him. As wide as I could.That hurt, everything hurt, my cheeks were still on fire and stung, my upper thighs stung and throbbed like crazy. When I clinched my cheeks it felt like a hundred bees had stung me all at once!I had calmed down a lot and wanted that cock worse than ever. He mounted, eased the head in then, with one good hard thrust, buried all nine inches in me. There was a blinding sharp pain that took my breath away then, when I got my breath back, I screamed like a girl, loud and long! I also wrapped my legs around him nice and tight while digging my nails into his back as he withdrew then gave mobilbahis giriş another deep hard thrust. In that position he was hitting bottom on every thrust and he was hitting it hard!I hung on and took it; I was getting a good hard fucking.While I was enjoying most of it I was also doing a lot of whimpering, whining and gasping along with the occasional squeal when he hit bottom a little too hard. There was also some discomfort. Along with his constant contact with my sore backside, after 20 minutes or so, my rectum was on fire and I was having some on and off cramps. Even though I’d done a good job of cleaning myself out before; some of the cramps were real ‘gut-twisters’! There was nothing in there but his cock and a lot of lube (which was leaking all over the place); the cramps were just my body reacting to being pretty full of cock and the constant fucking.I was enjoying it but, after the length of the fucking, I wanted a break…I wanted him to cum pretty bad…I needed to relax a bit!!I started to ‘help’ him the only way I knew; bear down good and hard with my sphincter with every stroke. I hadn’t had an orgasm…I wasn’t going to have an orgasm…I needed to just have this session over so I could relax and pull myself together. After what seemed like forever he finally came. There were some long deep hard strokes, he moaned that he was going to cum then, with a massive groan as he buried his cock deeper than ever, he pumped a nice big load of cum in my bowels. I think I felt every shot of it!He slipped out and rolled onto his side; I rolled the other way and spread my legs as far as I could while making little wet cum-farts and leaking all over the sheet. Now I hurt all over, just clinching and relaxing my rectum burned and tingled. I could clearly feel a couple of hard welts on the lowest part of my cheeks, where he’d done most of the spanking…right where I’d be sitting. I also had to pee and that was becoming an emergency; I had to hit the toilet or I’d wet the bed very soon! Once I staggered to the bathroom it felt good to sit on the nice cool plastic toilet seat and empty my bladder. Sometimes a good pee is like having an orgasm it feels so good! But, after a couple of minutes, sitting became uncomfortable as hell.The second fucking wasn’t as long or as hard, it was just nice. I got on all 4’s and now, being loose and stretched, took him easily. It was so nice that I had my own very loud orgasm after about ten minutes! That made it worthwhile (everything but my sore backside). When he left I relaxed for a little while; part of that time on the toilet. I was in the middle of straightening my clothes and thinking about doing some repairs on my makeup – it was still early and I was thinking about going to the bookstore for a little while – when there was a knock on the door.The guy from the next room started the conversation by saying, “I couldn’t help overhearing…”

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