Thread: The Grand Party! (Jack Stalker and  Susel)

When Mr. Alba turned towards her in the backseat of the limo and greeted her by pointing out that she was late, Kristen felt startled for a second. Apparently she was not able to smooth it over as easily as she had planned. His smirk displayed the vile things he had outlined for the young brunette for an instant. The amount of power and confidence he radiated fascinated her immensely. With the tall black business man there was never any doubt who was in charge and as if to drive that point home once more, he thrusted the proposed casinos she had mentioned aside and revealed that they would head into to Purgatory. Kristen had heard of it, but she was unaware that it had already opened. It was much bigger than the others and talk of the town was that all kinds of debauchery was waiting inside it. Heaven and hell under one roof Mr. Alba had said. For John Steward's daughter that seemed to be a accurate description of what she had just experienced in the art gallery of the Steward mansion. Between her legs she could still feel the soreness that his severe pounding had bestowed upon her. She expected a glass of champagne and some sort of smalltalk on the ride, yet once the strong big hand of Mr. Alba reached out to grasp around her slim wrist, it was clear that something more physical was in the air. Pulling on her arm he easily hauled her over his lap, leaving her laying face down in the backseat. His already returned erection only confirmed that the exchanging of empty words would not be happening in the near future. The tip of that thick hard black cock pressed into her tummy, elevating her body over his lap one or two inches. Without any hesitation he shoved her new dress upwards, exposing the silky skin of her butt. The touch of his big hands smoothing over it sent new tingles through her body. She knew she had been late, after all she had apologized for it only a few moments ago, yet she was sure it had only been nine minutes and not twenty, as Mr. Alba was claiming. However, he was a man that surely was not used to being contradicted and Kristen was uneager to be the first to try out. She felt the fabric of her panties sliding between her buttcheeks and eventually also between her lower lips. The two spanks, one on each cheek still came as a surprise and her whole body jerked up, paired with a stifled groan. The burning sensation on the soft skin of her tushy came immediately. She wanted to object to his words, she hadn't dragged her feet, she was not a pain whore, she had hurried as much as possible. Nonetheless she was smart enough to not counter his words. Instead she prepared herself for more of the chastising treatment he had in store for her. Mr. Alba continued his speech and displayed once more the fact that he loved to hear himself talk, just as much as he loved to have Kristen listen obediently. For a moment she imagined him fucking her in front of the guest of the charity even that was still going on inside her family's house. Would they stop him or pull out their cocks and jerk off to it like he suggested? At first this thought was absurd at best, but slowly she reluctantly had to admit to herself that it would be some sort of a turn on to be taken in front of these narrow-minded smartasses. Getting savaged while the audience is torn between horror and lust was an interesting thought. One the brunette was not able to finish as two quick hard spanks echoed through the inside of the limousine. Her arm reached backwards, on their way to ease the pain with a simple touch but Mr. Alba was quicker and he pinned her arm on her back, keeping her still in position. Two times more his hand hit her ass, causing some more suppressed groans before another four spanks left her no choice but to leave out a whispered Ouch. He wanted her to count and she did. Ten times he had spanked her already. The burning feeling slowly turned into numbness underneath his hands. Two more spanks came out of nowhere and again she let slip out a whimper. The fact that he had not counted the first two times he had hit her, came as no surprise and again she was not daring to disagree with the powerful business man. Many things raced through her mind. Sick twisted perverted things as he had called them. She thought of his enormous black member, imagining him hitting her with it in the face. Imagining him forcing it inside her tender mouth, stretching her soft lips and thrusting it inside, making her gag violently. She almost started to get wet again by the thought of it. Surprisingly all the filthy things she had never considered for herself now seemed appealing. The influence Mr. Alba was having her was already starting to show. Grace replaced by depravity. Another spank interrupted her thoughts and she could feel the pale skin reddening on her behind. If she had been feeling horny before, the words he whispered in her ear, caused her lust to get boosted into the sky. His raspy deep voice, promising to wreck her, calling her slut again. He was right, she wanted his cock, she wanted him to ravage her fragile body, punish her for teasing him with her short dresses and her slender legs. Mr. Alba, she started and paused briefly. You are right. I want your big black cock, I want it badly. I want you to fuck me again, to pound into me as if I was nothing more than a piece of meat for you. The words just flew out of her mouth and seconds later she felt ashamed for having uttered them. At the same time she was aware of the fact that each filthy word that had left her mouth, had caused her cunt to get moister with each syllable.