Page 27 of Lonely
“You disgusting boy,”Mother’s voice whispered from somewhere, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
My cock grew harder as I thought of Mother spanking me with my belt buckle for letting this promiscuous woman use my body.
Chris O’Connor never turned down girls riding him. I saw them sometimes. Sarah Jenners, the daughter of one of the worship leaders, rode Chris more than once. She was almost as enthusiastic as Nurse Anna, but Chris was always impatient and would hold her hips and drill into her from beneath. Sarah had to grab the headboard when he did that.
I remembered crouching at my window, watching through my binoculars. Sometimes, I could see his balls smack against her bottom.
But then Tessa Miller walked in on them one day, and I never saw Sarah ride Chris again. Her family moved away, and Chris went back to fucking Tessa against the window.
“Filthy, filthy, filthy, little shit.”
Smack!
I grunted and grabbed hold of Anna’s bony hips, digging my fingers into her skin.
My cock throbbed as I lifted her up and did what Chris had done.
I drilled for gold in Anna’s cunt, because that’s what popular boys like Chris did to women. They made them bounce and squeal and scream.
Anna liked it. My heavy cock slid in and out of her like we were on a water slide at a theme park. The slick sounds were gross but arousing, and I wondered what Mother would have said if she’d seen how wet I made Anna. How much she liked my cock. How her cunt strangled it.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “I’m coming. Oh, God!”
I pumped my hips harder, my glasses askew and threatening to fall, but I didn’t want to disappoint Anna. I’d never been good at school sports, but I could do this. I could be good at something.
She quivered and quaked, sweaty and satisfied. Then she climbed off and stared at my cock for a moment, digging her eyebrows in. “Why didn’t you come again?”
I didn’t know what to say. Thunder rumbled in the distance while the trees whipped in a sudden gust of wind. My skin smelled of fornication—warm vanilla, a hot, wet cunt, and sunny meadows—and my mouth tasted like hairspray.
But I felt ten feet small when she looked at me like she was now.
Her eyes softened before she sat on my lap and adjusted my glasses. “You can tell me what you like, baby. I won’t judge.” A playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Is it kinky?” Her hand slipped down to my cock, and she nipped at my lip with her teeth, whispering, “I like kinky.”
I enjoyed her touch and her smell and the twinkle in her eyes. I liked how she shoved her tongue in my mouth and smeared her red lipstick on me. “Tell me what gets you off,” she coaxed, stroking my length.
I cleared my throat, uncertain. And then I dipped my chin and said, “I like to be spanked with my belt.”
“Would that make you come for me, Doctor?”
My heart was pounding as hard as the thunder rattled the window. I nodded.
Climbing off, she held out her palm. “Hand me your belt.”
I did as she said. My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the buckle.
She slid the leather across her palm and then nodded toward the desk. “Bend over.”
I almost scrambled to obey, shoving my pants to my knees and palming my cock. With my stubbly cheek squished against the cold wood, I watched lightning zigzag across the sky.
“Humiliate me,” I whispered, barely audible. “Tell me you’re my Mommy.”
Need pulsed under my skin as the words left my mouth. Heat flushed my cheeks now that I’d admitted to these illicit desires.
She palmed my hairy ass and dragged her sharp nails over the skin, between my cheeks, and over my tight exit.
I sucked in a breath as she scraped me and poked her finger inside. The sudden sting felt so damn good, I gave my cock a hard tug.
“I never took you for such a dirty slut, Doctor,” she said, sinking her finger deeper as she teetered on her tall heels behind me. “You’re a pathetic, scared little boy, aren’t you?” Her finger disappeared, and a second passed before the leather lashed across my ass.
