We were walking into a restaurant after I had finished my working hours when I noticed a black stain on his pants, tight around his ass.
I was about to inform him about the dark color when my eyes unintentionally seemed to be hypnotized by the movements of his ass cheeks as he walked.
I could not remove my eyes until we had reached our reserved table. The sight had already grasped a hold of my mind.
"So, what would you like to eat?" Sitting before me, he questioned with a warm and bright smile, his curled lips unaware of the thoughts taking birth inside my head.
His bright eyes were brighter that day. After all, he had been planning that date for a while.
It was absolutely amazing how even in the busiest schedule, he found ways to please me.
And I did not wish to ruin it with my perverted thoughts. I wanted to go through the whole date without doing anything outrageous.
But the situation seemed to be slipping through my hands like warm sand, burning not my hands but my heart when he informed me about the theater date after we were done with dinner.
"It's a good movie, you'll like it." He whispered, in between the chatter with the cashier, while my eyes scanned through the little of his exposed skin.
Clothes were practically kissing his skin. Warm weather was such a good surprise for me.
"Are you listening?" He questioned, staring through my eyes as if there was a white layer covering my pupil.
"Yes." I gulped, rotating my head to the other side for a second, so I don't just pull him into the car to fuck him.
"Is the theater far?" Taking his questioning mind off my demeanor, I questioned and pulled my composure back into position, watching his smiling lips curl up even more, his eyes sparkling more than ever.
"No, it's close by. Don't worry." He instantly answered, adding, "I know you're tired. I will not make you more tired." His cheeks could not be any more cheeky, his lips pulpy like a ripe fruit.
For a second I went back into haze, but thankfully I pulled myself back like lightning and asked him the name of the movie.
Every second in that movie theater was torture for me. My eyes were continuously wandering back to his sturdy body and his gentle face. He was a perfect combination of sweet and strong.
The thawing heat in between my legs had gotten wetter even without his touch or his moans. How could I lose my control like that?"
Finally, my stability slipped through my hands like seeping sand when I watched him slurp the juice through the straw, his pulpy lips nothing but an invitation for me.
I was done with the torture his unawareness planted on me, his eyes that were too naive to understand my constantly altering expression.
With the strength of a man, I grasped his wrist, watching him shift his focus from the large screen to my eyes.
He had all the right to be astonished, and I wished to see just that.
He did not disappoint and offered me the look I had been craving for so long, his eyes just widening more when I stood up and pulled him out of the theatre.
"Baby! What happened? Are you okay?" He questioned, following after me to the place where I could find some peace of body.
"Yes, I'm fine." I simply answered and glanced at the dark alley, scanning if anyone would pass by.
"Then where are you taking me?" His tone was concerned for my well-being, unaware that the disease I held was nothing more but just pure lust.
"Somewhere no one can see us." When I had made sure no one was passing by a particularly dark corner, I yanked him further, discarding his question, "What do you mean?"
"You! You need to be as quiet as possible." I pushed him against the wall, watching his eyes widen up even more, his body shrinking as he scanned everything around him.
"Don't worry, no one can see us here." It was a corner, where even if someone passed by will not notice us.
"Baby, what do you mean? What are you doing?" A question slipped through his tempting lips, only to make me shut any other question he would think to ask me.
I wanted him to understand and quiet down without me explaining further. I was in no position to explain to him.
His lips went quiet, not moving, probably shocked at mine, kissing him passionately. But once my hands slipped onto his body, his lips melted, and began kissing me back.
The warmth of his body was arousing me more, prompting me to push my body weight on him, our height difference compensating for the sloppy kiss.
His neck was inclined down at me, his body just melting to my height and when I felt he had given in to my touch, my tongue took the courtesy and entered into his mouth, finding the exotic taste of his mouth.
His lips then hummed the sweetest sounds for my ears, his hands pulling me closer to his body.
I was going deep into the river of his body when the realization of the skipping time crossed my mind like lightning.
I could not waste a second. I wanted something and if I had wasted time, I would not get a taste.
So, heavy with the burning craving for his lips still intact to my cells, I pulled back and landed my eyes on his slumbering vision.
How quickly this boy got aroused was beyond me.
"Turn around." I simply ordered, discarding the alluring sight before me, and watched him hesitantly turn around and pin his hands on the wall as if he knew what I was going to do.
"Don't let a sound slip your lips," I ordered and slipped my arm onto his waist, yanking his ass to pop out, along with a mild whimper from his lips.
That was the sight that had been running through my mind for the past few hours, not letting my mind work efficiently.
"Mommy!" He whined, his eyes struggling to gaze at my hand grazing his ass cheeks. "What got you so worked up?" He breathed out, his lips parting ways to let the air freely slip into his lungs.
"This." With that I gently spanked his ass, watching his body offer my eyes a quick jolt on his skin and the slight view of his open eyes to shut down.
"You've been walking around with this black stain on your ass, not knowing that you were arousing me the whole time." He quickly bit his lips to my words, prompting my hand to offer his ass another spank.
"Mommy!" He whimpered, his sweet noise surging a jolt of pleasure through my veins.
"Shh, be quiet. The sound of your ass being slapped is enough to grab a lot of attention."
I spanked him one time before I began to spank him again and again, watching him bite his lips strongly so no sound slipped through them.
"M-mommy! It stings." He breathed out, trying to hush his noises, which only aroused me more. To satisfy my hunger, my hand helped me as it advanced onto his pants, feeling his member already rock hard.
"Do you like it, baby?" Resting my face on his neck, I asked, gently planting the kisses of lust I had been hanging around with.
"Yes, mommy! Spank me harder!" His hands turned into fists with each spank hitting his ass, his body quivering more and more.
I loved how thick and hard he had become in my hand, how his body was slithering along the wall.
"Oh, mommy! You could've told me earlier. You wouldn't have to suffer then." My heart was soothed by the pleasing words his lips uttered and his tone thrived to portray through different notes.
Filled with satisfaction, his words provided me. My body began pressing his harder to the wall, my teeth digging into his neck, just to acquire more of his dirty words and moans.
"It stings! Mommy!" He moaned out, his mouth wide open, his breaths sending jolts into my skin.
"Mommy!" I began spanking him even harder, feeling him flinch with each one and eventually resting his head on my shoulder.
He was bucking his body back into mine, rubbing his cock into my hand, allowing me the joy of power.
"Mommy!" His continuous moans only prompted the wetness between my legs wetter and warmer, making me so aroused, that I wished to eat him whole; take everything he had to offer, and give him everything I could.
The spanks continued, as well as his arousing moans and whimpers. My hand was stinging, burning from who knows how many spanks I had given him, a form of my frustration.
"Mommy, it stings!" He was moaning that same line in my ear for a quiet while, whining as if he was crying from stimulation, which only grew even more.
"Mommy, if you continue, I'm going to cum." A smile curled my lips, my mind coming up with only one sentence.
"Oh, how slutty you are. Coming from being spanked? That's a whore behavior."
"I am a whore, mommy! You already know that. I am your slut. Am I not?" He whined, struggling to keep his tone low, while my hand now advanced to his neck.
"Tell me I'm your slut, mommy! Mommy!" Out of nowhere, he had become so eager and slutty, forgetting that he had to keep his noises inside his mouth.
To stop him from getting us caught. My hand quickly advanced and covered his mouth, feeling his breath tickle my palm.
"Yes! Yes, you are my slut. You don't have to get us caught to make me say that."
As if he had found solace, his body relaxed and only performed one action, quivering from pleasure.
"You want to cum?" He quickly nodded, muffling under my palm. "Cum!"
As my words had hailed, his quivering body began quivering even more, his hips flinching even harder with each slap while he growled into my hand and finally released.
I wanted to see how much had cum and was still cumming, but I had to save that pleasure for later and get out there as soon as possible.
After planting a few more kisses on his neck, I turned him around and kissed his huffing lips once last time.
"Let's go!"
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END OF THE SMUT
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