Fake Spanking Lie Turns into Wild Anal Ride with My ‘Uncle’ Goget

Apartment door clicks shut behind Goget. Gray afternoon light filters through curtains. My phone vibrates on the coffee table—Béné texting from work. Ignore it. Heart hammers. I’ve waited days, fantasizing this after our flirty group chats turned dirty in my head. No time to waste. I’m Léa, 26, fresh-faced dyke with Béné. But today? Craving cock. Brutal. His.

He flops on the couch, that 49-year-old solidity. Cologne hits me—woody, musky, real man scent I’ve sniffed in fantasies. Pour coffee. Hands shake. ‘Goget, sit. Need a favor.’ Voice cracks. Lie ready: stupid encyclopedia buy, Béné furious, demands spanking like a naughty kid. She won’t do it. Too soft. ‘Punish me instead? Like a dad.’ His eyes bulge. Pause. ‘Okay. Now. Change first. No jeans shield. Tennis skirt.’

The Approach: Heart-Pounding Setup

Cheeks burn. Bedroom dash. White top, short pleated skirt flips up easy. Panties peek. Back out. ‘Underwear?’ ‘Keep ’em.’ Knees weaken. Drape over his lap. Stomach on thighs. Ass up. Skirt hikes. He grabs panty edges, yanks up hard—wedgie bites crack. Globes bare. Tense. Waiting.

First smack lands. Sharp sting. Jolt forward. ‘Fuck, warn me!’ Relax into it. Slaps rain. Steady rhythm. Heat blooms rosy. Panties chafe. ‘They dig in my crack.’ Arch back. He slides fabric free. Cool air kisses skin. Baby talc scent wafts—powdery, soft. Thumb grazes rosebud. Circles. ‘There. Béné skips backdoor. Too prude.’ Moan escapes. Push back.

Suck thumb wet. Presses in. Inch deep. Buttery lube next—grab vial from pocket. ‘Use this.’ Drizzle on hole. Thumb plunges full. In-out. Fingers tease pussy lips. ‘No! Front’s hers.’ Stay anal. Grind. Phone buzzes again. Fuck it. Too hot. Need more.

The Explosion: Savage Release

Scramble up. Kneel between legs. Zipper rasps. Cock springs—thick, veined, leaking. Tongue laps shaft. Salty pre-cum. Swirl glans. ‘Good?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ Straddle hips. Grip base. Anus kisses tip. Sink slow. Stretch burns sweet. Balls-deep. Freeze. Suck tiny tits—flat pancakes, hard nips. Giggle-moan. Bounce starts. Slaps wet. Faster. Grips ass. Pounds up.

‘Dirty girl, ass so tight.’ ‘Punish me, daddy!’ Sweat slicks. Cologne mixes pussy juice. Grunts fill room. Climax rips—scream, quake, squirt on pubes. Collapse. He throbs. Not done. Eyes lock, fevered. ‘Cum in me.’ Lip-lock. Thrusts. Explode hot in guts. Milk every drop.

Panting slows. Slip off. Cum dribbles thighs. Wipe. Truth: ‘Encyclopedia? Bullshit. Invented for this. Craved your cock.’ Grin. ‘Anytime Béné skips.’ Kiss cheek. But one-night rule. Dress quick. ‘Don’t tell.’ Door opens. He’s gone from my world. Back to Béné’s pussy life. Secret burns. Phone vibrates—her: ‘Home soon.’ Smile. Adrenaline fades. Stranger again.