RIDE ME UNTIL I’M RUINED (COLLECTION OF EROTIC STORIES)

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Edward smiled. “It’s right back there.” He pointed down the little hallway. His c**k had softened, but it still hung heavy, long and thick against his thigh.

“I’ll be right back.” Sandra smiled as she passed him and gave him a light kiss on the mouth. Then, on impulse, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his c**k, stroking it once, slow and possessive, like she was reminding it who it belonged to.

She disappeared into the bathroom. His c**k still throbbed from her mouth. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked himself lazily, standing there with his pants and underwear crumpled around his ankles. It felt a little ridiculous all of a sudden. He stepped out of the pile, kicked his briefs aside, and pulled the big red Santa pants back up.

The pillow and his belt were still on the floor. He had to hold the waistband with one hand to keep the pants from falling. He picked up the belt, left the pillow where it was, and sat on the small black couch beside the tree.

The bathroom door opened.

“My. Oh my.”

Santa had made his naughty girl dripping wet. Sandra came around the corner into the front room.

Her red Santa top was unbuttoned all the way down the front. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The fabric hung open just enough that the inner swells of both t**s showed, n*****s almost in view. She stood in front of him with one finger pressed to her lips like a filthy little girl who’d been thinking very bad thoughts. Her other hand was behind her back. Edward stared like he was starving.

She was so f*****g sexy. His eyes dragged down between her t**s, over her belly, and landed on those glorious red panties. Dark, soaked, clinging to her p***y. The fabric was stained a deeper red from how wet she was.

Sandra saw exactly where he was looking.

“I love my red panties when they’re this wet.”

“Do you, little girl?”

“Oh yes. Would Santa like to kiss them?”

“Yes. Come here.” He patted the couch. “Sit.”

Sandra came to him but didn’t sit right away. She lingered, one thigh brushing his, swaying a little like she was presenting herself. Edward felt his c**k thickening again in the loose Santa pants. He didn’t take his eyes off her crotch.

“I’ve been a naughty girl, Santa.”

“Yes. You have.”

“Shouldn’t I be punished?”

She brought her hand out from behind her back. She was holding the wide black latex belt—the same one he’d tossed aside with the rest of the suit.

Edward took it. “Yes. You should. Over my knees. Now.”

“Yes, sir.”

She loved how small that made her feel. Her p***y was already throbbing again. She could see his c**k lifting the front of the Santa pants.

In one motion she draped herself over his lap, face turned sideways into the cushion. Her ass was the highest part of her, offered up. She’d let the hem ride up on purpose so her wet panties were right there, uncovered. She rolled her hips and ground her c**t against his thigh.

“I’m ready, Santa. Ready for you.”

Edward looked at her ass. Heat radiated through the soaked fabric. He ran his hand over it in slow circles while his hard c**k pressed against her upper thigh. She wriggled against it, needy.

He lifted his hand high and brought it down hard.

WHACK.

“Oh—” The sting lit her up. It hurt. It also made her cunt clench.

WHACK.

Her fingers curled into the couch. If he only knew how many times she’d gotten herself off imagining this: face down over a strong man’s lap, giving him her ass to use however he wanted.

WHACK.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, moaning into the cushion.

He spanked her a few more times. After each slap he rubbed the sting into her cheeks, almost gentle, which only made the next one worse. She was squirming, moaning louder. With the hand closest to him she reached back, slipped inside the loose pants, and found him hard—of course he was. She wrapped her fingers around his c**k and stroked him slowly.

“Take my panties off, Santa. Take them off.”

He didn’t make her ask twice. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged the wet red panties down over her ass. Her skin was already pink from his hand. He stared, then stroked the bare cheeks. She spread her legs a little as his fingers traced down the cleft of her ass.

“Ooooh—yes, Santa. Take my ass.”

He folded the wide black belt in half, raised it, and brought it down across both cheeks.

WWWHIIAKKK.

Sharper than his hand. Louder. The latex flattened across both cheeks and the sting went deeper, hotter, a full-ass throb that made her hiss and then moan. It hurt. It wasn’t too much. The heat that came after made her p***y drip onto his thigh.