She spread her legs wide, almost too wide, her fingers slipping down over her naked stomach and through her bush. She felt the tingling between her legs as her fingers played with the short hairs, exciting them down to the roots. Two fingers slid between her lips, playing along her inner lips, feeling the dampness as the fingers slid up and down.
“I didn’t say masturbate, Monika. Only show me.” His voice was stern.
She gripped her lips and pulled them, feeling the night air blowing on her wet insides. She wished he would touch her or at least let her touch herself, but he only stared between her legs, Monika looking at the bulge in his pants, wanting to feel it inside her.
She was so pink and wet, Michael disappointed that he would not be able to feel how hot and tight she was, but soon he would have her at his command. “Turn around. I saw the skirt molded tightly over your ass. Let me see it naked.”
She turned around, spreading her legs for him, wishing she could see his face as he stared at her ass. She hadn’t thought of that, but his voice was insistent with his demand.
“Spread your cheeks open for me, Monika. Show me that lovely asshole.” Michael loved taking a girl in the ass. Being well endowed, he loved the sharp cries as he penetrated her for the first time in such an intimate hole. And he was always delighted by the gentle clenching of her muscles as he took her hard and deep, finally cumming deep into her bowels. And Monika would be no different, the tiny speck of her anus barely visible. “Are you a virgin there, Monika?”
She knew it wouldn’t last by his question. No boy had ever touched her there, but she knew that would not stop Michael. She had heard of sodomy, but never expected to be taken in such a manner. His probing question told her that would not be the case. “Yes, Sir.” Her hands held her cheeks open for his inspection for long minutes until he finally told her to turn around.
“Lie down over the ottoman, Monika. You still have your tardiness to contend with. Such a lovely ass was made for a spanking, don’t you think?”
At first she was really scared, thinking that he would sodomize her here and now. But a spanking was also disconcerting. She hadn’t been spanked since she was a child. A small child. She lay face down on the ottoman, not sure exactly how he wanted her.
“Head over the edge. Push that lovely ass up into the air. I want a good target. And spread those lovely legs. I want a new view while you are being punished.”
She didn’t even try to persuade him out of spanking her. In fact, in the back of her mind she was almost wishing for it. She would feel Michael’s hands on her, not caressing her, but it would be so close to where she wanted them. And Michael had already taught her that pain was not necessarily bad or unpleasant. She found that when she was aroused, a little pain only added to her pleasure. A strange phenomenon that she was sure Michael would teach her more. She pushed her ass out, her legs spread wide, Michael standing up behind her. She gripped the edges of the ottoman with her hands, waiting for the inevitable.
Such lovely targets, tanned buttocks thrust up in servitude, legs spread revealing a lovely wet pussy. He couldn’t wait, going to work on her immediately. His hand swung through the air and found one ripe buttock to strike. He could feel her flesh ripple beneath his powerful palm, the noise of the sharp slap filling the room. But barely a gasp from her lips in spite of her cheek turning red with the imprint of his hand. Not to be ignored, he struck the other one, this time harder, a tiny yelp of pain, another handprint embedded on her firm ass. He began to strike her ass with more frequency, alternating between cheeks as they danced under his hand. He turned both of her lovely buttocks red before he went to work on the soft fold where her ass met her legs, catching her on the sensitive skin, hitting her so close to her pussy. She was moving on the ottoman, her legs opening and closing, not sure if it were in pain or arousal. He was sure that she wouldn’t even protest if he had struck her pussy from behind, but that would be for another day when he could spend the time to do it properly.
She was sure that she would leave a stain on the ottoman when she got up, her pussy drenched, her ass hot from Michael’s hand that continued to rain down on her naked ass. And her pussy was hot, the pain doing little to stop the arousal between her legs, Monika wishing she could thrust her hands between her legs and masturbate while Michael spanked her. Her cheeks were hot from his hand beating them, but she only got more aroused the closer he got to her pussy, almost wishing he would miss and hit her on her unprotected lips. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to feel Michael’s large hand slapping her pussy, but her mind conjured up an image of her sitting with her legs spread wide to the side, Michael preparing to hit her full force on her pussy mound. And it made her soaked.
Michael finally stopped, her ass red, her pussy glistening from behind. “You may get up now.” He helped her up like a gentlemen, seeing the large wet spot on the ottoman. His hand slid over her hot cheeks, feeling her clench her cheeks from the unexpected touch on her sore cheeks. “You did well, Monika. You may get dressed and go home. I will see you Friday for the final test. You have only one competitor, my colleagues also having a vote as to which of you will be selected.” He watched her as she got dressed, almost as enticing as when she undressed.
She was disappointed at Michael not taking her, or at least making her cum. But it only slightly dimmed her joy at being one of the two finalists. She wanted to rush home and masturbate, her mind filled with such images, real and imagined. Michael was such a gentleman, almost as if nothing happened. That she hadn’t stripped naked for him. That he hadn’t spanked her. She walked to the door, Michael opening it up to the night air.
“One last thing, Monika. You are not to cum before Friday.” He looked at her. “And I will know.”
He shut the door behind her, and she realized that for some reason he would know if she did. Besides she didn’t want to disappoint him suddenly desperate to obey his order. It was going to be a long couple of days.
3
Final Exam
Monika was already stripped down to her bra, leaving on the garter belt when Cassandra came back home. Her panties were cut up by Michael.
“You don’t look well fucked,” she said bluntly. How could a man see her like that and not fuck her?
“Not even fucked.” Monika was confused. Excited about being one of the finalists, but also extremely horny. And Michael telling her she couldn’t cum only made her hornier.
“Well, what did he do?” Cassandra couldn’t believe that Michael didn’t fuck her. What was he, crazy?
“He made me strip almost naked for him.”
“What’s an almost?” Cassandra laughing. “You don’t even have any panties.” Cassandra hated to admit that Monika had a great body.
“Like now, but without the bra.” Monika took off the bra. “See?”
“Baby, that is naked. And he couldn’t get up his dick to fuck you when you look like that?”
“God, his hands felt so good on me. He played with my tits while I posed with my hands behind my neck. I even rubbed my ass against his cock. His big, HARD cock.” Monika almost took a defensive stand against Cassandra picking on Michael.