Hannah & the Dom Next Door

Let them look, he thought smugly as he quickened his step, she’s mine. He spent the last two days debating his next move with her, how far to push her the next time they were together, what to introduce her to next. His thoughts had kept him frustrated to the point of using his fist the last two nights just to get a little relief. This surprise visit afforded him an opportunity he hadn’t counted on and one he wasn’t going to let slip by.

“Hannah, this is a pleasant surprise. What brings you out here?” he asked, not really caring why, only that she was.

“I brought you lunch. Do you like meatloaf sandwiches?”

“Love ‘em.” Taking her hand, he led her into his trailer, ignoring the ribald suggestions being tossed at him. “Excuse my men, sweetheart, but you can hardly blame them. They don’t get views such as yours very often.” As soon as he closed and locked the door, he pinned her against it, kissing her with all the pent up lust his hand jobs hadn’t alleviated.

His mouth ravaged hers, swallowing her soft cry as he tasted her over and over. His hands slipped automatically under her skirt, rising slowly up the back of her soft silky thighs, expecting to reach cotton panties. But instead, he found his palms filled with the lush globes of Hannah’s bare ass, a minute string snuggled in her crack the only barrier.

“Christ, Hannah,” he swore when he pulled back an inch. “Are you wearing a thong?” Hannah in a thong. Could anything be more arousing?

“Yes, but if it’s going to make you blaspheme, I’m never going to wear one again,” she told him, trying to sound primly stern but knew she failed miserably. His hands on her cheeks felt too decadently good to take too much umbrage over his language. Looking up at his tanned, sweat streaked face, feeling his hard muscles bunch under her hands and pressing against the sensitive tips of her breasts, she felt her body come alive and respond in an all too familiar way.

“I think you’d do better to concern yourself with what I’m going to do about you standing in front of my crew wearing nothing under those clothes but a tiny scrap of material.”

It was hard to concentrate with him kneading her buttocks, but she managed to sputter in her defense, “They don’t know what I’m wearing or not wearing. I dressed for you.”

“And I do appreciate that, but I’m still going to do this, mostly because I just plain want to.” The trailer was small and it took only a few steps to pull her behind his desk, sit down and have her face down across his knees. One toss of her skirt bared her ass in all its naked glory, those tiny strings across her hips and bisecting her buttocks doing nothing to hide the sheer perfection of her ass. He always had been an ass man, and Hannah’s ass topped his list of favorites.

His first slap was fast and sharp, eliciting a cry from Hannah and leaving an enticing red spot marring her lily white cheek. His cock hardened further and jerked against her stomach, letting her know exactly what this was doing to him. “I’d tell you you’ve been naughty, Hannah,” he stated as he slapped her other cheek then caressed both red splotches, “but the truth is, you’ve been very good. So far I’m loving your impromptu visit.” He peppered both cheeks with several smacks that had her shifting her hips enticingly.

Hannah shoved her long hair out of her face and turned to look up at him. Her head was swimming from her upside down position, or was that from the excitement of being in this position again and the pleasure inducing painful smacks she didn’t know she wanted? “Mitch, please, I want…”

“It doesn’t matter what you want, now does it?” he interrupted her, ignoring the plea in those drenched needy eyes as he slapped her a few more times. “Only what I want. Remember our deal?” When she nodded, he murmured, “Good girl,” then praised her again by slipping his finger between her swollen folds and increasing her arousal by caressing her pussy lightly.

When his finger was sufficiently coated with her juices, he left the warm recess of her vagina, pulled her thong string aside and moisturized her small, puckered back hole, watching her reaction carefully.

“Oh, Mitch, I’m not sure…” she uttered, startled at the sudden pressure against her anus, a pressure that had her sheath spasming, her dampness increasing almost embarrassingly. She was about to say she wasn’t sure about continuing there when she stopped because that would be a lie.

“But I am. Take a deep breath, Hannah,” was all the warning he gave her before breaching her tight sphincter and entering her ass knuckle deep. Her juices helped ease his way, her clenching, reddened buttocks firmed his resolve to introduce her to anal play and her mewling whimpers as she shifted on his lap encouraged him to continue. “You like this,” he stated with confidence as he pushed a little deeper, giving her a sharp slap to shift her attention briefly.

Hannah didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything as he went deeper with each slap. But it wasn’t until he was slowly retreating, her cheeks throbbing, the heat he had raised across them spreading to her core, the rock hard muscle of his thigh against her gyrating mound that she felt the small tremors heralding a climax.

“Oh. My. God,” she whispered in stunned disbelief as those tremors grew and grew with each dip and retreat of his finger.

Mitch had to wholeheartedly concur as he watched her come apart. He soothed her buttocks as he continued to finger fuck her ass, then, when she came apart in climax, he slipped a finger into her pussy, unable to resist feeling her orgasm gripping both digits. He didn’t give her time to recover, simply lifted her up and onto his desk, lightly pushing her shoulders back until she had no choice but to brace herself on her hands behind her. Her face was flushed from her orgasm, almost, but not quite as red as her ass, making the blue of her eyes stand out even more vividly.

“Don’t fucking move,” he ordered her, more to keep himself in check than her. Reaching behind her neck, he deftly unhooked her top and let the straps fall, revealing her hard tipped breasts. He had always been a breast man….oh, hell, who was he kidding? When it came to Hannah, he was a man who loved the whole fucking package.

Filling his hands with her abundant flesh, he alternated from watching her expressive face to eyeing the treasures he was enjoying. “Watch, Hannah,” he instructed when she started to shut her eyes. Rolling her nipples, they both watched as he pulled on them tautly, lifting her breasts by the hard tips then releasing them with a plop. Her breasts would look awesome flogged, her nipples deep red from the painful snap of leather against them. Soon, he vowed, he’d see her where he wanted her most.

Lowering his head he nipped at each tender peak as he lifted under her knees and set her feet on his desk. “It’s time to lose this.” Tucking her skirt into the waistband, he slipped the dark blue silk thong off and tossed it aside, his gaze riveted as he got his first good look of Hannah completely bare. The sight of bare folds as soft as velvet, as wet as a dewy morning, hiding a treasure for an aching cock shredded the small amount of control he had managed to hold onto. When she attempted to close her legs, he snapped, “Leave them.”

Hannah obeyed even though she had never been so embarrassed. She couldn’t have imagined how ridding herself of pubic hair would leave her so vulnerably exposed as well as highly aroused. His look was as hot as her butt and when he released his penis, his mushroom cap was red and oozing, more than ready to fill her again. Unable to watch him

looking so intently at her most private area, she shifted her gaze and saw the window above his chair was open.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, she didn’t have time to worry about the ramifications or the mortification of being heard by his men because his shaft piercing her tender flesh along with his reiterated, “Watch, Hannah,” command, regained her attention.

Mitch slid his hands under her ass and lifted her hips for his penetration, watching as her folds closed around his cock an inch at a time, felt how her wet heat welcomed him and heard how his slow possession was frustrating her. Once he was embedded in her snug warmth, he lifted his eyes to hers, smiled when he saw her eyes glued to their connected bodies and resisted, barely, the urge to start pounding into her.

“See, I was right yet again, admit it. You like having a denuded pussy.”

“I’ll like it better when you move a little faster,” she surprised herself by telling him. Her need for this man and what he could do to her had exceeded anything she could have imagined after he first showed her what she had been missing her whole adult life, making her wonder what else was left.

“What was that thought?” Mitch asked as he withdrew from her pussy just until his cockhead was the only part of him left inside her. Holding himself there, he inched one finger between her buttocks and lightly caressed her anus, waiting for her answer.

Hannah sucked in a deep breath and tamped down the urge to beg. One look at his face told her it would do no good, so she answered him despite her reluctance to do so. “I was just wondering what else there was that I haven’t experienced yet.”