You get punished, and then rewarded. [End]

Donna's punishment is delivered over the course of an hour. She spanks you with a rubber paddle, forcing you to watch in a mirror as each smack leaves red marks on the firm hemispheres of your ass. She then forces you to suck a black strap-on cock, gagging yourself repeatedly on it and bringing tears to your eyes. When she is satisfied, she turns you onto your back and fucks you with it in a missionary position. Stopping just short of your orgasm each time she senses it building. You try to hide your climax from her, to sneak across, but she savagely twists your nipples and pulls the cock from your depths.

Finally, she unties you, and embraces you on the oily plastic. The lubricating oil spreads between your bodies and you both shimmer in the light of her bedside lamp. Your limbs intertwine and, though you are exhausted, you greedily spear your tongue into her mouth and feel every generous curve her body has to offer you. Donna seems tired as well.

"Touch me," she says. "Feel my body."

You do, sliding your hands all over her oiled flesh, squeezing her breasts, kissing them, kissing and licking your nipples as your hands slide down her hips. She rolls over and you massage her back, running your hands lower to her big ass. The shine of the oil conceals her blemishes and you plant soft kisses on her plump cheeks, moving lower to the backs of her thighs and down to her feet. You massage them for her and kiss her toes.

"Now, I'll show you how to scissor," she says and turns onto her back once more.

Sitting up, foot to foot, you slot your legs between her, scooting on the oiled floor until you can feel her hairs tickling against your sensitive folds. You moan as you press your sex against hers. It is as if you are embracing and kissing her with your cunt, the oil adding to the sensual feel of your limbs locked together. She holds onto your legs and you hold onto hers and begin to saw your bodies together, writhing in the slippery liquid, your hands slipping and your bodies flopping together it is chaos guided by what feels best. You've been denied your orgasm for so long that the pleasure overtakes you quickly.

You can feel your clit against hers, her molten lips surrounding you, and you cry out, "Cumming!" white-hot pleasure descends, flowing in burning waves from your clit, up your arching back, and to your parted lips. Thrashing together, you and Donna each orgasm multiple times, sliding around the room, your bodies squeaking against the plastic.

"I'm exhausted," Donna says as you finally disentangle from one another. "I want to taste you now. Lie on your back."

On your back, your knees up, the big woman slides between your legs. You feel like you are going to pass out from exhaustion and the warmth of her tongue caressing you only adds to that sensation. She is expert with her lips and tongue, guiding you through a building rise and fall of pleasure to a masterful crescendo that has your fingers bunching up the oily sheet and your body squirming beneath her practiced licks. She only stops when you beg her, "No more, please. It hurts."

"Come here then," she says. "Lay your head on my breast. You can clean this in the morning."

In Donna's arms, at her mercy, sleep has never felt so welcome.

YOU MANAGED TO SAVE YOUR JOB, BUT THERE WAS NO SAVING YOUR MARRIAGE. YOU'VE BEGUN A NEW, KINKY RELATIONSHIP WITH A SURPRISING PERSON. WILL IT BE MORE FULFILLING?