Beg

Eliza moaned as she tried to get herself off on Jack’s hand. Her will was quickly deteriorating as her need to cum built in her.

Jack smiled. He knew eventually she’d cave. Women are weak like that. Kristin had held out for longer than he expected, almost 30 minutes, but she’d been a lesbian in a previous life. He knew Eliza enjoyed male company; and he’d make sure she enjoyed his company to the fullest. Still, he liked for them to beg. He wanted to know they needed him and he wanted them to cave in and acknowledge it.

“Oooooohhhh, please……” Eliza whined as she tried to masturbate with his hand. He felt her pussy get wetter and wetter as she rubbed her clit against his fingers.

“Please what, Eliza?”

“Please…. Let me… let me get off….” She whispered her ask. He could tell she was embarrassed.

“I’m not stopping you.”

“Please I need to cum.”

“Then go ahead.”

She couldn’t bring herself over the edge just gyrating against his fingers. She needed more. She needed his cock.

Eliza lasted all of 9 minutes.

“Please… Jack…” she could barely utter the words, “please fuck me.”

The magic words.

The town was still gathered, watching their newest member’s desperation grow. He leaned in, “louder.”

“Please I’m already begging. Don’t make me do this.”

“They need to know you want this too.”

“I don’t want this!”

“You’re begging. I think you want it.”

She was **** to confront her own words. To an extent she did want it. She wanted to cum badly and he was the only pathway to that release. And she did find him attractive. In the dying light he was reflected in the glass walls of the gazebo; she couldn’t help but admire his chiseled features and farm-work-fit body. The grey at his temples gave him a distinguished air. He reminded her of a teacher she’d had a crush on in high school. She’d tried flirting with him–wearing tighter jeans, lower cut blouses, leaning over to show off her assets–but he’d never picked up. Or, if he did, he didn’t reciprocate. She closed her eyes and imagined her teen fantasy about being bent over Mr. Wilson’s desk.

Jack’s hand slid up her body and his fingers closed around her neck. Each one fell into place and she was acutely aware of her vulnerability.

“Say it loud enough for them to hear it.” He growled in her ear.

“Please I’m begging you. I want you to fuck me. Don’t make me do this.”

Jack squeezed her throat a little harder. He wiped her juices on the glass as he took his other hand away from her slit. “Ah!” Eliza yelped as his hand landed on her ample ass. He waited for a moment before striking nearly the exact same place. He allowed the pain to fade to a tingle before spanking her each time. It drove Eliza wild. She was **** to cum and this punishment–being spanked and **** to beg for her own breeding in front of a town’s worth of people–wasn’t helping.

Between strikes, Eliza’s voice got a little louder. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”

“You can do better.”

SLAP “Ah! Fuck me!” She got even louder, hoping to hit just loud enough for him to think she’d begged to the whole town but not so loud that she actually did.

“Ask nicely.”

SLAP “PLEASE! Fuck me please!!!”

“They all need to know, Eliza. You can do better.”

His hand landed hard again. She gritted her teeth in frustration, she was both so ashamed and so turned on by her predicament. She felt his fingers go a little tighter.

“FUCK ME. FUCK ME, JACK, PLEASE!” her voice was a little strangled by his hold on her but the onlookers heard loud and clear. She distantly heard a cheer.

“With pleasure.” Jack whispered.