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I eyed his cock which he was now stroking languidly with his fingers. I wasn't the biggest fan of giving blow jobs, because there aren't many pretty cocks in the world. But his was pretty enough to make me curious for a taste, so I was feeling nervous right now. I was out of practice and didn't want to disappoint. It's only half as fun if the receiver has to pretend they're having a blast.

"If I'm good, will you also reduce my punishment?" I asked, buying time.

In response he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the breakfast bar. He leant his back against it and pushed on my shoulders.

"Get down. On your knees. You've added extra smacks to your punishment for asking stupid questions."

I tried to ignore the last part. Spankings were like my guilty pleasure, they gave me shame and pleasure, like nothing else could.

"Can I kneel on something?" I said.

The kitchen tiles were hard and I was going to get uncomfortable down here very fast.

"No way. This is for my pleasure, not for yours."

He grinned down at me, looking like the cruellest Master. Despite the fact he was still wearing a dressing gown and slippers, he was imposing, especially from my lowly position. He placed a hand on the back of my head and pressed his crotch against my face. I was suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of his hard, warm cock pressing against my mouth and nose. He smelt just a bit sweaty and his skin was slightly tacky, I could tell he hadn't showered yet today. Wrapping my hair in his fist, he forcibly rubbed his cock and balls all over my mouth until I must have smelt like him too.

"Aren't you lucky to be this close to me?"

I felt I kind of was ... I hadn't envisioned things going down like this (pardon the pun). To not know what exactly he who do next was exciting. It was only now that he was making his cock the focus of all my senses that I realised my sex life, which I thought had been so varied, was actually very lacklustre.

"What's wrong?" he said when I didn't respond, "You don't like it? You don't like having my dirty cock rubbed all over your fresh, clean little face?"

"I do," I mumbled, my voice muffled by his balls now.

He abruptly pulled himself away by roughly jerking my head back by my hair.

"You do? Oh, well, I don't want that. Come on," he said, tapping my cheek, "open up. Open that mouth. Let's see what you've got."

I obeyed, opening my mouth wide. He bumped the head of his cock against my bottom lip and I couldn't resist playfully swiping my tongue over the top.

"You're keen," he grinned.

I took the initiative and wrapped my hand around the shaft of his cock, above where his thumb and forefingers were circling. I wanted to feel his hand under mine, only because his hands were so beautiful. But I didn't want to risk him thinking I was seeking intimacy, so I tried to avoid touching his hand. He let go of his cock, allowing me to lower my mouth around it. I licked around the top, sucking into my mouth, letting myself enjoy how good his skin felt and tasted before I tried to impress him by showing him how deep I could take him. I took the liberty of gliding my hands around his hips and using his buttocks to steady myself as I took his length completely into my mouth. I could feel his cock restricting my breathing and steadily cutting off air. My efforts appeared to have shut him up as I didn't hear him speak whilst I worked my mouth around him. Now and then he would remind me who's boss by holding my head in place as I blew him, but he didn't need to. Knowing that I was pleasing him gave me a perverse sense of pride, I would happily spend as long as he wanted down there. However, it wasn't helping the situation in my panties which were now sticking in between my pussy lips because they were soaked through.

I think I kept him on the edge for a long time; jerking his cock in my hand as I flicked my tongue over the slick slit at the tip of his cock, allowing him to think I would let him come, then swallowing his cock whole again. When he'd had enough of my teasing he pulled me off him and wrapped his hand around my throat, keeping me at a distance so that he could stop me from continuing the blow job. He gripped his cock, and took over pleasuring himself. I looked into his eyes as he did, they were cloudy with lust and seeing that made me feel more than satisfied with myself. I opened my mouth a little, as much as I could as it now ached, and waited for him to come inside my mouth. I didn't wait long and I found the noises which accompanied his orgasm richly rewarding.

"I think it's my turn now," I said, after I'd swallowed Dean's come and he'd separated himself from me.

He leaned against the breakfast bar and panted, his hands gripping the counter so tightly he was making his knuckles white. Meanwhile, I remained on my knees, totally composed. I wanted to come pretty badly myself and my knees hurt to high heaven, but it still gave me a feeling of power over him to see him completely unravelled by what I'd done to him. In response he grunted at me with half a smile, I think the sound passed for a sarcastic laugh.

"You'll get your spanking, don't worry."

That wasn't what I'd been hinting at ... but the thought of being made to wait to come was still hot, despite how desperate my need was becoming. However, the spanking would be very welcome. I wanted to be fucked right now though, or at least to have my pussy eaten out.

"Good job, kid," he said; stretched his arms out behind his head and yawned, like he'd been doing the hard work.

He then pulled the remaining $200 of my money from the pocket of his dressing gown. He tossed it between my parted knees and I took it as my cue that I could get up now.

"Money well earned. Don't spend it all at once. I'm gonna go freshen up. You'll get your just deserts if you wait for me in your bedroom, naked."

He smiled, I could tell he had been trying to look smouldering, but he couldn't hide his perverted delight.

"I take it the box room really is mine then?" I asked.

He narrowed his eyes at me slightly before answering, "yes ... what's wrong with it?"

"Well, I thought you had other rooms here? I've seen other doors and the room is a bit ... sparse, if you don't mind me saying."

He threw his head back and laughed, "Cheeky bitch! No, I don't mind. I don't have many visitors stay over as the only friends I have around here are actually my neighbours. The doors lead to adjoining apartments, but they always stay locked. So nobody is going to invade our privacy, unless you'd like that."

"Depends how hot your friends are," I joked.

It seemed like a bit of an odd set up. It was so far, so good, in terms of the actual sexy stuff. The blow job had been surprisingly fun. And the fact that he had shown he could afford my upkeep was reassuring. I was concerned that I wouldn't be so keen on the living arrangements though; I'd never heard of an adult, single, independent, man who was comfortable and happy with living in an apartment that had adjourning doors to his neighbours ... I guess I could take my money and run, if it turned out to be that weird, but I wasn't particularly keen to go back to my job, not when I could get money so easily for doing stuff I actually enjoy ...

"Stop thinking," Dean said, interrupting my thoughts. He placed a hand on my shoulder. I almost turned to soft putty at the contact.

"We're just having fun here. I'm not keeping you under lock and key. Things can get a little dull in your town, I don't know if you've noticed. I think we will have fun together and if we don't, fine. You can keep the money and fuck off."

He laughed again, "and if there is anything you find around here that you think will spruce up your room, you can have it, but good luck with that. I assume you've got a ton of shit you'll want to take from yours anyway. I may even give you a hand with that if you ask nicely."

This guy was being suspiciously nice. What he did last night was out of the ordinary, I had to keep reminding myself of that. This was purely a business transaction and I was probably a cheaper option than ordering a high end call girl every night, let's be honest. I shrugged off his hand, despite how reassuring the weight and warmth of it felt on my shoulder.

"Thank you, I'll see you in my bedroom," I said curtly, then left the room.

I kept shifting my position on my bed, trying to strike a pose that would look sexy. In the end I decided to just sit on the edge of the bed with my hands clasped in front of my stomach, having ran out of time when he knocked on the door. After all, I was hardly going to pull off Scarlett Johansson's opening scene in 'Lost in Translation'.

"Come in," I called.

He was dressed in jeans I think he wore last night, but couldn't be sure, and a tight t-shirt that hugged his chiselled chest perfectly, it was a shame about the name of the band that was plastered on it. I can't remember discussing such poor taste in music last night, not that it was a deal breaker for me.

"You're a Twisted Sister fan, eh?" I smirked at him.

"You're not in a position to mock when you're about to get your ass set alight," he didn't smile at my comment and actually looked quite stony faced.

Without further ado he came over to me and pulled me up roughly by my arm. Then I was unceremoniously upended over his lap. I involuntarily let out an unflattering squall at the indignity of it. He grabbed my hair and twisted my head from it's resting position on the bed so that I was looking at him. After so much hair pulling this morning I wondered how much hair I'd have left by the end of our tryst.

"Why do you think I'm spanking you, Rachel?"

"Because you want to?"

He kneaded my ass as he spoke and it was hard for me not to squirm in anticipation under his deft fingers.

"Yes, but to also set the tone."

I nodded.

"I like fooling around, but I think I like being a bastard, even more. This is an ass that's just begging to be spanked and pounded. I'm gonna get my dick in there."

I liked hardcore dirty talk, but his lack of eloquence was making even me blush.

"We'll work up to that, but right now I can make do with just whooping your ass. Are you ready?"

"Born ready," I said.

"You better be."

He released my hair and pushed my face away from his gaze. He adjusted my position over his lap so that he could get a good aim at my prone ass, then he gave me the first smack. It was a stinger, firm and heavy, but not too much.

"How's that?" he asked.

"It's good," I muttered, "carry on."

"Can you take a little more right now?"

"NO. We're just starting!" I yelped, looking back at him with a furrowed brow so he knew I was being serious.

"Yeesh, just checking. I know what I'm doing."

He pushed my face away again, but this time, more gently. He gave me another smack and kept up a steady rhythm and pace until he had me squirming across his lap.

"Hey, stop that," he said, pausing to rub my tender butt whilst I composed myself again.

He carried on like that, gradually picking up the pace and stopping every so often to rub my butt and let me recover myself.

"Do you want anymore?" he asked when I'd got to a point where I was writhing around like an eel and could not stay still for a smack.

"No," I said. In truth, I felt I thought I could take more and I'm the kind of person who never knows when to really stop anything.

"I think you can. Remember your safe word," he replied and started to give a volley of smacks which were more ferocious than the previous had been.

I remembered my safe word, I just didn't want to use it. I liked being pushed like this, but nevertheless, I was still relieved when he stopped.

"Those were the extra smacks you'd earned, we're done here," he said.

He let me rest over his lap for a moment as he stroked my burning, swollen skin.

"Hey, er, you owe me a trip to the dry cleaners."

"What?" I turned around and blushed when he shifted me to rest over his left thigh and revealed the wet patch I'd left on his right.

"Jesus, sorry," I said, groaning with embarrassment. "I never realise how much it's turning me on until it's all over."

"Don't be," he grabbed one of my hands and placed it on his crotch so I could feel the effect this had on him too, "it's hot as hell. I really wanna touch you, is that okay?"

"Yes," I smiled broadly and stole my hand away after giving him a squeeze and feeling his stiff bulge fill my hand. I buried my face into the sheets again as he slipped his index finger over my slick core.

"Fuck me, this is nuts," he muttered.

He began to push the tip of his finger inside me and I would normally have let him push all the way, but there was only one thing I wanted to do after a good spanking and it wasn't more teasing and foreplay.

"Have you got a condom?" I asked, already getting up off his lap.

"Always prepared," he smirked, pulling a wrapper out of the pocket of his jeans.

I immediately got on my knees on the bed, spread my thighs ludicrously wide and rested my face in my folded arms. As I waited I heard him take down his zipper and open the condom wrapper; along with the sound of a smack of a hand against my bare flesh, those two noises were amongst my favourites.

"You know what you want," Dean remarked, before positioning himself behind me and pulling my ankles so that I moved into a position that worked for both of us.

He placed a hand on my hip, holding on to me as he lined up his cock with the dripping opening of my pussy. Then he slid himself inside me with ease and fucked with no finesse, just hard and fast, until we both came. The sex wasn't much to write home about. I came and it felt good. There was nothing special about what we were doing, but it hit the spot for both of us. I excused myself to the bathroom after he released me, but he stopped me before I could leave the room.

"Debrief in the living room after?" he said as he removed the very full condom.

I laughed and shrugged my shoulders, "if you say so."