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Then another slap came, this time harder, and again his hand stayed
on my ass, caressing more forcefully - it was utter bliss. I couldn t help
but respond and writhed around on his lap, grinding my now rigid cock
into Gus s bulky thighs.
 Harder, Gus, I yelled in encouragement, still keeping my voice
jocular and the game still a lark.  Come on, tan that ass.
He walloped me this time, a firm crack on the centre of my ass that
echoed around the room.
 Ohhh! I groaned as I absorbed the impact.
 Sorry, was that too hard? he asked. There was laughter in his voice,
but it failed to disguise the element of yearning that was forcing its way
through his defences.
 No it was brilliant. Just what I deserved... God this is fun. Hit me
again; imagine I ve been really naughty.
Another thud came down on me and I yelled and squirmed, wriggling
my ass and grinding my cock into Gus s lap. He gave me another few
strokes, good and hard, kneading my ass cheeks at the end of each
one. I was huffing and panting, bucking on his knee, practically fucking
his legs with my whorish action.
 Enough? Gus asked, his hand resting lightly on my wriggling ass.
 Not really, I replied, daring to seize the moment.  You re not
punishing me properly - these jeans are absorbing most of the impact. I
think you should pull then down.
He raised his hand, but not with the intent of striking me again.  Oh
no! That s taking things way too far, he cautioned.
 Nonsense, I replied getting off Gus s lap. I stood in front of him, my
erection clearly on display through the denim of my jeans. Then I
unfastened the top button and pulled them down to my thighs to let Gus
have a good look at my bulging packet that was forcing outwards against
the white cotton briefs. He gazed at it transfixed. He tried to object but
his speech failed him. So taking advantage of his frozen state, I climbed
back onto his lap, making sure my hip was wedged tight against his
cock. I could feel that he was hard as well, and I knew he wanted this as
much as I did.
 No, James, I can t do this, Gus protested having found his tongue.
 I know you want to. Please, a few more slaps. If I didn t deserve
them before, I certainly deserve them now.
 No! This is wrong.
I pressed the side of my buttock against his cock and massaged it
through his trousers.
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