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Binding Britanny

“I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon, Gran!” I shout, grabbing by gym bag on the way out the door, a change of clothes and my overnight bag within. “Drive safe, love,” she replies over the sound of Jeopardy blaring from the TV. The door clicks shut behind me as I head out into the heat for the short drive to Fresno. I check my hair for the umpteenth time in the mirror as the car turns over, my mouth slightly dry in anticipation, then pull out of the drive, my mind running though a hundred reasons why this was a bad idea, and a thousand more reminding me why I want this so badly.

My fingers tremble as I click the button on the key fob, the double beep of the car alarm signaling a transition, from thinking about this moment to actually going through with it, to finally give myself to a man I want to call Daddy. I slip my keys into my purse and adjust my short black skirt, pulling it down slightly over my thighs; wanting to make a good impression. I’ve met Harry a couple of time now, always in public; each time we’ve met I’ve caught him taking an appreciative gaze as my legs, caught that look of lust in his grey-green eyes, the slight smirk as naughty thoughts go though his mind. A slight breeze wafts my short Blond hair, and I wonder if I should have worn one of my wigs, the breeze a welcome respite from the scorching summer heat as I glance around, looking for Harry’s car. Even with the heat I’m shaking inside, this is something that I’ve fantasized about since he took me to dinner and impaled me with his piercing gaze and sexy accent. I don’t wait long until his small, silver car pulls up behind me, prompt as always. “Ready?” He asks in his rich British accent. Ever since our first lunchtime meeting, I’ve heard that voice in my head when I’ve read his messages. More than once I’ve slipped my hand between my thighs as I’ve read a sexy text or two, hinting at what he’d like to do with me – and to me. Dressed in dockers, a button down shirt and a worn black leather jacket, he seems relaxed, a stark contrast to my inner shaking. “Yes,” I reply, “hoping my voice is not too high-pitched with the nerves. His eyes look me up and down, lingering on my ample breasts and shapely legs. The grin on his face is pure lust and turns my legs to jelly. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you any more than you beg me to,” he whispers, offering me his elbow for the short walk to the private house concealing the local play space. He quickly removes the padlock from the chain gate, and ushers me inside the small yard, his hand caressing my ass as I pass close by him. Locking the gate behind, he opens the door to the garage. Inside the air is cooler, much cooler, with the AC adding a gentle hum to the room. I glance around the familiar furniture, wondering which ones he will play with me on first. Harry clicks on the sound system, and immediately the room is filled with Enigma’s principles of lust, my body tuning into the slow, grinding beat. I’m still looking around at the various furniture and toys when his strong arms encircle me from behind, pulling me back into him. His head nuzzles the side of my neck, his lips peppering my shoulder with kisses, his teeth gently nibbling my ear. I can’t resist pushing back with my ass, feeling his cock twitch against me, only a couple of layers of cloth between them. His fingers knot in my hair, pulling my head back, as his mouth seeks mine, tongue exploring mine, as a hand caresses the sensitive underside of my breasts. I’m almost panting as our kiss breaks, resisting the urge to grind my thighs together. His eyes are locked on mine, lustful and demanding. Turning in his arms, I lose myself into another kiss, my hands running over his shoulders down his arms. After a few moments he pulls away slightly. “Remember what comes first?” He asks, reminding me of our conversation yesterday. I lower my eyes and squirm slightly, nodding. “What comes first?” He asks. “Punishment for my Bratty attitude this week.” I say, blushing slightly. He knows as well as I that this is an act, part of the roleplay, and I swear he can smell how turned on I am. He lets go, walks to a chair and spins it around, sitting down, then invites me over by patting his lap. I’ve been spanked a lot and I love it. I slide across his lap, making sure my breasts rub across his thighs, before settling down over his lap, expecting him to begin spanking me. Instead his fingers knead the back of my neck, relaxing, bring a deep sigh as I relax more. The fingers of his right hand rub and tease the knots in my shoulders while his left caresses my ass, my thighs. His firm fingers rake up the backs of my legs, raising goose bumps from toes to shoulders, while he works on first one, then the other shoulder, as his cock continues to press into my stomach. “Comfortable?” He asks, one hand on my shoulder, the other on my ass. “Yes.” The first slap is hard, no warm up, a shock echoing though the room as the thought echoes though my mind: does this fucker know what he is doing? “That would be, ‘yes, Daddy’, I believe.” The tone in his voice firm and commanding, as his hand caresses the reddening flesh, his fingers alternating between gentle scratching and firmer needing. I keep silent for a few seconds, to be rewarded with a similar slap on the other cheek. “Nice set of handprints,” he comments, I hold my breath and tremble as I feel him raise his hand above my bottom again. He waits. And waits. “Please.” I whimper. I feel his groin twitch beneath me. “Please Daddy” I whimper. “What does my Little Vixen want?” “I was bad, Daddy. Punish me.” The slap is softer than the first, but sharp enough to drive my mind deeper. The slaps keep coming, following the beat of the music, while Daddy moans and praises me, punctuating his words with the rapport of his hand on my flesh. I’m not sure where the punishment ends and warm feeling of being safely on his lap starts, but I melt into that sensation, whimpering Daddy as the hardness pressing up into me throbs in time to my heart.

“Good girl, up you get.” His words pull me back to reality, as his hands pull me up, tilting my chin to kiss him. He smells of apple soap and cinnamon as my mouth receives his tongue, my body melting against his, my stomach shaking. “I want to see your body, all of your body; I want you to take off your clothes slowly and sensually, letting Daddy see what he has been lusting after for the last few weeks. Can you be a good little girl and do that for me?” I nod slowly, backing away a step, and slip my top over my head, the cool air inside the dungeon pleasant on my skin, my nipples standing out against the sheer red material. Turning my back to him I slide my skirt down my legs, over the stockings, knowing he is getting a real nice view of my ass as I do so. I wriggle it provocatively, to be rewarded with a stinging slap. Standing up straight I feign annoyance. “It was asking for it. Nicely. Come straddle me.” He pats his lap, indicating me to sit. His arms encircle me as I sit; Harry’s the same height as me, but in this position my head is higher than his, a fact not lost on him as he caresses the sides of by breasts, sending tingles down my stomach to compete with the butterflies there. I run my fingers though his hair as his nails trace their way over the material, sending shudders though me, eventually reaching behind and unclipping my bra with a deft movement, by breasts spilling out of their confines. His one arm continues to encircle me, pulling my freed mounds against the cotton of his shirt, his other pulling my head down to his shoulder, his lips teasing my ear lobe as I tremble in his arms. “Relax,” he coons in my ear, is fingers kneading my back in firm circles, “you can leave everything else outside that door and just let yourself be you while you’re with Daddy.” The room melts away. “Time to get you a little more relaxed,” Harry says, leading me over to the spanking bench, grabbing a towel to lay over it as he gestured for me to lie down. I settle into a familiar pose, squirming for him as I notice his gaze linger on the curve of my ass and wonder how red those cheeks are, while the towel a soft contrast to the colder leather under my knees and calves. Taking my wrist, he wraps a silk scarf around it, tying it firmly, and then the other. I shiver as the smirk on his face makes his dimples stand out; he kneels at the head of the bench and pulls my arms down and slips the silk though the anchor points, pinning me down, tying the knots without looking, instead those grey-green eyes gaze deeply into mine, his shoulders easing and falling in time with my own breath. He presses something soft and cloth colored into my hand. “Squeeze it,” he encourages. A loud squeak comes from the plushie in my hand, making me giggle. “That’s your safe item,” he tells me, “squeeze it if you need me to check in on you.” I nod back, breathless with anticipation. Rising, he folds out a table directly in front of me and starts placing a few toys there, a couple of floggers, a crop, a paddle, a cane. I swear I can feel a trickle down my thigh as he lays them out there on the light pine surface. “It used to be traditional to show the prisoner the tools of torture; it often elicited a confession of their sins. Now, we show the tools to get a confession of what sins people want to commit.” The smell of my own excitement almost overpowers me when I open my lips to confess, my word cut off as he stuffs my panties in my mouth, still soaked from anticipation and being over Daddy’s knee. Before I can decide whether or not to be a brat and spit them out, he wraps a silk scarf around my mouth, not too tightly, as his weight settles down on my back pinning me to the bench. The touch of leather on my forehead is cool, as a blindfold settles on my forehead, just above my eyes. “I’m not going to blindfold you yet. I want you to watch first.” He places his iPad on the table in front of my, up on the kickstand, and plus in a set of earphones, running them back to my head. White noise fills my ears, the soft hissing not enough to drown out my wildly gyrating mind, but still relaxing. A loud beeping interrupts though the headphones, as an incoming facetime call lights up on the pad, but with Daddy’s name. He taps the screen and as the image comes up I realize he has linked his phone in his shirt pocket, letting me see what he is seeing as I lie there. A fraction of a second after I feel his fingers scratch up my reddened cheeks, and I watch my flesh respond, his hand playing over my ass, tracing the red marks already there. As his hand starts to tap out a staccato beat on my cheeks, I relax into the rhythm, the white noise helping sooth my runaway thoughts as the regularity of Daddy’s hand sooths me into that space. Not all his toys are on the table in front of me, I realize, as a flogger gently trails down my spine, image and sensation not quite matching, teasing and promising more. He leans over me and raises one earphone to whisper. “I know you want me to beat you harder, but patience my Little Vixen. Daddy wants you to be nice and relaxed before he takes you there.” Gentle strokes along the length of my body make me squirm, the places where the leather touches my lets a cool contrast to the cotton towel under my torso, frustratingly slow and gentle, but building slowly. Too slowly, I begin to whimper past my panties, expressing my frustration, which only gets a gentle laugh out of him. “My pace, not yours,” he says loud enough to hear over the white noise, as the image indicates he has backed away. The falls of the flogger begin to caress the cheeks of my ass with a regular beat, harder now, the impact play well below the intensity that drives my mind into that silent place, that infinite space, that safe place deep within. I open my eyes as the flogging diminishes and stops, and my gaze meets his smirking one. My eyes are already wide from the sting as the image echoes the slingshot-like strike against first one, then the other cheek, sending a wave of cold shivers up my spine as I sink into the sensation. Again and again, a double impact, first the one side, then the other, while on the screen I watch as redness follow the sensation of warmth. The coldness of the wooden paddle resting on my cheek is pleasant, although the anticipation not quite so nice, my body tensing as I see the paddle swing, but not connect to my already reddened skin. He laughs gently and the image follows his fingers as they trace their way up my back, until I see the nested images disappearing into infinity as he looks over my shoulder, and Daddy lowers the blindfold over my eyes. “I don’t want you anticipating or thinking too much,” he whispers into the darkness, his rich accent carrying over the white noise. The scarf around my mouth is loosened, and he slips my panties out of my mouth. “Thank you, Daddy.” “Now repeat your mantra.” “My body is Daddy’s for pleasure and pain, he quiets my mind again and again.” The impact has me wanting to rub my thighs together, the wetness there needing to be touched, rubbed, licked, used, as even my scalp tingles. “My body is Daddy’s for pleasure and pain, he quiets my mind again and again.” Somehow he knows, his fingers knot in my hair as I say pain, pulling hard as the paddle impacts on my cheek again. A third and a fourth, then I lose count, the impact on the last syllable of my Mantra. I find myself starting to speak faster, to speed up the sensations as they send tingles all the way to my soaking wet pussy. “Please Daddy,” I moan, pushing back as much as I can in the restraints, curving my ass, exposing my swollen and engorged lips. “When you have earned it, Little Vixen,” his voice echoes, “now repeat your mantra like a good girl.” The impact comes on the word pain as well, twice as often, as I slow my chant back down, sinking into the warms spreading from my cheeks. I don’t know when I stopped repeating my mantra, lost in the sensations, but Daddy indulges me and as the pace slowly increases, my chant the only thought going through my head as the pleasure builds. “Please Daddy.” It feels so safe, so warm, so quiet, without the running thoughts, without the worry, without the fear. Except the fear Daddy wants to give me, but it’s not fear, it’s the anticipation: the cold hardness of the cane gently caresses my hot cheeks. “Please…” I’ve heard of the technique, but never had it done by a British person. The earphones are slipped off my head. “What do you want, Little Vixen?” “Six of the best, please Sir, an English caning.” “You understand what that means?” “Five welts across my thighs and cheeks, the sixth one diagonally across them, Sir.” The blindfold rises, and a few moments later I see my already reddened and bruised ass as my eyes adjust to the light, the light wood of the cane prominent against my skin. “Mantra,” he commands. The first welt is midway across my thighs, sending a a clasping sensation all the way up my body to my head, as I grit my teeth and sink into the heat, the power, the sensation reverberating though my body, casting out all other thoughts, as sobs wrack my restrained frame. “Mantra.” He commands. The second is at the top of my ass, on flesh already bruised, like hot metal poured over my skin, the hissing sound through the air giving scant warning. “Thank you, Daddy, Thank you Daddy, Thank you, Daddy, I mutter over and over, my mind swirling, unable to focus on anything more coherent. “Mantra.” I hesitate, two welts already pushing my limits, but wanting more, wanting to be a good girl for him. Warm fingers caress my wet lips, the gentleness such a juxtaposition of sensations that I almost cum for him. Fingers knot in my hair, the tugging at the roots a familiar pleasure as I arch my should back towards him, my jaw falling open, the saltiness on my tongue as he lets me taste myself mingling with the tears flowing down my cheeks. “Your body wants this,” he whispers past the fist in my hair, before lowering me back onto the bench. The next three have me a sobbing wreak, the tension and struggle of the week flowing out with every rise and fall of my chest as the pain and sensation blot out everything else. “Last one in a few minutes, Little Vixen,” he whispers in my ear. I’m not sure I really want this, the caning so far close to what I can endure, but I want to please Daddy, show him I can be a good girl. The sound of tape ripped from the roll has me glancing towards him, just in time to see im place a few strips around an Hitachi wand. He quickly secures it to the leg of the spanking bench, the round head against my wet lips and clit. “You have Daddy’s permission to cum. As you do I will close the gate with the last welt.” He rubs the cold cane across my welts, and switches on the vibrator. I am not sure I want the last one; everything I have heard says the points where the welts cross ache for days, but the sensations of the vibrator are hard to ignore. I shift and squirm, the intense sensation impossible to ignore. Is it fear or anticipation that makes me want to hold off, to resist cumming? “I can’t… I can’t.” I mutter, my thighs trembling as I resist. “Yes you can, you’re a good girl, and you want to earn Daddy’s cock as well as his care.” “Please…” I whimper, on the edge. “Cum for Daddy…” Halfway through my screaming orgasm the gate is closed, the cane harshly whipped down across both cheeks, liquid fire like never before as I feel my juices spraying the vibrator, the clatter of the cane hitting the floor lost as his warm, firm hand massages my bruised flesh, the weight of his body on top of mine, pushing me down onto the bench, my sobs lost in his sleeve as his arm warps protectively around me. “Good girl,” he croons in my ear. “Daddy is very proud of you. You took your discipline well.” “Thank you, Daddy,” I whimper, feeling safe and protected. His hands slides down my back, across my sore cheeks, switching the Hitachi off, the room falling into silence, only my breathe and his, rising and falling together. Gentle hands untie mine, followed by firm arms helping me sit, my body still shaking. I swear I’m glowing as he pulls me to him, my mouth opening to accept his tongue, firm arms encircling and protecting me. It lasts an eternity until he pulls back, stepping away form the bench and giving me some space. I have a hard time meeting his piercing gaze. “I want your cock, now.” I complain, feeling it is not fair, I’m completely naked while he’s still fully clothed. I run my hand down his chest, over his pants, gripping the bulge there and squeezing and I pull him towards me, kissing him hungrily, pulling him towards me, trying to break that control, hoping to get him to lose control, to ravish me, use me, fill me. “Be a good girl and you can have it,” he teases in response, pulling away, but I can tell that for a moment his resolve wavered. His eyes travel down my body as he pulls back slightly. “Now climb up on the medical bench, lie down and put your legs up in the stirrups.” “Why?” I ask nervously, not sure what he plans to do to me next. “So I can explore you, inside and out, suck your clit, lick your pussy and tongue your ass. Is that something you can be a good girl for?” Again, he doesn’t seem to mind that I just nod, and his arms are firm and comforting as he leans me back across the leather expanse. Moving to the side he starts caressing my stomach with soft, circular motions, tracing spirals and curves over my body, gentle teasing as his eyes follow everywhere. My breathe comes in panting gasps as those fingers stop just short of my soaking wet pussy and it’s all I can do to stop myself from begging as he strokes and kisses every inch of skin. “Please…” As the tip of his tongue plays over a nipple, followed by cooling breath that has them rigid in seconds, I’m no longer afraid to beg. The thought of not having these hands on me, those lips on me, not being released from my needs pushing away all current thoughts of being Daddy’s Brat - at least for now. The same treatment on the other nipple makes me beg again. “Please, Sir.” He’s insistent, I’ll give him that. “Please,” I reply, trying to stem the brattishness, and failing as ever. “Ah, ah, ah… red?” I gasp, as his teeth sink into my nipple, biting hard, sucking and chewing them roughly. “I can be as rough as I want with these, and the marks won’t be seen, only your soreness will serve as a reminder of what I’m doing to you – until the next time.” His mouth descends on the other one, not quite so hard, but has me panting. Harry’s teeth continue to tease and torture my nipples and breasts, while his hands continue to caress and explore my body, leaving only my throbbing pussy alone. If he does not make me cum again soon, I may have to r*pe him. I swear he’s reading my mind. “Does your pussy need some of my attention?” He asks, leaning over me to kiss me deeply again, his fingers holding my nipple firmly, with the threat of making it hurt more clearly spelled out. “Yes Daddy!” “Good girl,” he murmurs, his tongue plunging into my mouth as those fingers slide down to my wetness, but once again, he teases, sliding fingers across tender skin, tracing a line either side of my lips, but not touching enough. I want to beat against his chest with frustration. He pulls his head back to look into my eyes, his brows raised expectantly. “Please, Sir” I whimper, ready to agree to pretty much anything at this point. “Very good girl,” he croons, watching my eyes carefully. I’m muttering please under my breath as his fingers slide slowly, very slowly, over my pussy lips, too gentle to penetrate the folds and bring relief to my throbbing nub, but still oh-so good. His fingers penetrates my swollen lips, sliding perhaps an inch inside me, then he slides is hand back up, leaving me feeling empty. “My, you are wet,” he mutters, my juices glistening on his finger. He licks it, then sucks my juices his finger with obvious pleasure, as though savoring a fine wine or chocolate. “You taste good as well. I’m going to enjoy licking you out, having your juices all over my face, tasting your cum.” Moving to the bottom of the bench, Daddy takes hold of my feet and kisses my left ankle, then the right. I’m ready to pin him to the floor and take what I want –what I need –if he doesn’t lick and kiss his way down my legs faster, but he takes his time licking and kissing my calf, teasing me behind my knees, running his tongue up the back of my thigh, driving me crazy. “I said, ‘please sir’, goddamnit!” I curse, as yet another long lick ends a few frustrating inches from my clit. “Okay, you’ve been a good girl, time to make you cum again.” He blows cool air across my pussy lips, then flicks it with his tongue, making my back arch, eliciting a laugh form him and a glare from me. Before I can say something rude and brattish, he buries his face in my sex, the sound of him inhaling my musk gives me a few seconds of warning that he isn’t teasing me anymore, then my insides turn to butter as his tongue laps my lips, from ass to clit, flicking it, teasing it. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I moan, as he sucks my pussy lips gently into his mouth, slurping my juices and teasing with his tongue. His hands knead my thighs, my ass, as he explores my slit. I’m half-afraid he’ll bring me to the point of cumming and stop, and I plead for him to not do so, to take me over the edge, give my body the release it needs. Pulling my cheeks apart, his tongue explores my ass, probing and teasing, sending squeals of delight though me. I know I’m beyond the point of no return when his finger slides into my rosebud ass, my body arches off the leather but Daddy’s hand on my mons quickly pushes me down, his tongue working my clit like a demon as wave after wave of pleasure shoots though my body, holding me immobile as he grinds his face, his lips, his tongue, into my slit. Warm breath on my breasts bring reality back into focus, as he slides up beside me and kisses me deeply, the taste of my juices on his lips. “Was that good?” He asks. Again, I can only swallow and nod, hoping I’ve pleased him as much as he’s pleased me. “You’ve been a very good girl, now you can play with my cock. He steps back and unbuttons his shirt, shipping it off and folding it on a chair, doing the same with the rest of his clothes. I sit up to watch, enjoying the confident way he undresses, even when being watched. He turns his back to me as he strips off his underwear, and I get to admire his shapely ass, as he turns around his cock is jutting out, no longer constrained by material. It twitches upwards a few times, as though waving, making me giggle. “Your turn to explore,” he says, standing next to me. His cock and balls are shaved, the skin silky and smooth as I trace my fingers over them, his balls huge, the left abnormally so, the hydrocele he entertainingly refers to as his “wrecking ball”. About the size of an orange, I look up in concern, but he smiles. “The weight can get painful for me but it is well within my endurance, and you will like it when it is battering you clit with every thrust.” He must be around six and a half inches, uncircumcised with a huge, bulbous head, and the shaft twitches as I wrap my fingers around the length of it. He leans towards me, a low moan issuing from his throat as I slowly stoke the length of his shaft; shifting to move slightly closer, I take the opportunity to tease him back, pulling him towards my mouth and running my tongue along the underside of the shaft, over the bulbous head, all the while resting his balls in my other hand. “Nice,” he mutters, watching me play. I continue to tease, threatening to take his shaft into my mouth, then teasing again, licking his balls, rubbing his taint, wanting to make his as needful of orgasm as he made me. I know I have his attention when he places is hand on the back of my head and tries to push me down on him, but I turn away, licking again, looking up at him with a mischievous look in my eyes, making sure he knows I can give as good as I get. “Do I need to dip it in your pussy juices and make you suck it dry?” He growls. I’m tempted to say yes, just to get this cock in my pussy, but I want to make him wait as well, he teased me for almost an hour, he can wait a few minutes while I tease him. He lets me play for a few minutes more, then gently pulls my hands away. “Put them down by your side,” he orders, as I lie back. Taking my face in his hands, he turns my head to the side so I’m facing his cock, and then takes hold of my hair. “Open your mouth,” another order I contemplate resisting then decide I want it too much. He makes me wait for long seconds, my mouth open, threatening to drool, just inches from that shaft. “I’m going to fuck your face. While I do so, you will only look up at me and you will keep eye contact. I want to watch your eyes as I use your mouth. You don’t get to taste my cum yet, you need to be a good girl for longer to earn that privilege.” I swear the fingers knotted in my hair are pulling on the nerves to my pussy, as he twists his hand slightly making it easier for me to keep eye contact with him. He pushes forward, deep into my mouth, making me moan as the smooth skin glides over my lips. The pressure in my hair relaxes once he’s impaled my face on his rod, the bulbous head threatening to tickle my throat. Moving his hips in a steady rhythm, he slowly pumps my face, never blinking, watching my eyes. It’s the fingers on my nipple that makes me look down, breaking eye contact. “Naughty girl, you broke eye contact,” he says, shaking his head in obvious mock annoyance. “My turn again.” I bite down, thinking to prevent him from moving, but instead of a cry of pain, he pushes back into my mouth. “Fuck, yes. Let me feel those teeth on my cock,” I look up to see he’s not lying or playing, the look of pleasure on his face as plain as day. He continues to face-fuck me even as he grits his teeth against the pain – or is it pleasure, as I chew him a little. True to his word, he doesn’t let me taste his cum, backing away and sliding back around to the bottom of the bed, with my legs still up in the stirrups. Dropping to his knees, he buries his face in my pussy again, licking and sucking, tongue working my clit furiously, making me squirm. Again, he holds me down with a little pressure on my pelvic bone, fingers splaying my outer lips so my nub is unprotected, open to the circling of his tongue. His other fingers tease my pussy lips, then I arch my back, even against his hand, as he slips two fingers deep inside my pussy, curling upwards to tap that sensitive area deep inside. I swear I’m going to break those fingers if he makes me cum, I’m so tight inside, but he keeps the pressure on as he probes my slit, sliding them out for just long enough for me to tell he’s sucking my cum off them, before plundering me further. His lips move down to suck mine, and again he teases my ass with a finger, making we want to beg once again. The licking slows, stops, and Daddy stands, stepping up to the edge of the bed, his cock teasing my pussy lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks. Possibly the stupidest question I’ve heard on a while, but I nod in agreement. “Say, please, Daddy, fuck me.” He asks. “Please Daddy, you’re a fucker!” I blurt out. A gentle slap across my breasts makes it clear he’s amused. “Try again. Say, ‘I’m your sex slave, please fuck me’.” “You’re my sex slave, now fuck me.” “No, still not right”. “You’re a fucking sex slave?” I do my best not to crack up laughing. He leans down over me, his weight on my stomach as he pins me makes my head spin. I feel his cock twitch across my pussy lips, fractions of an inch from taking me, and pinches both my nipples in his fingers. “If you continue to get it wrong, I may get it wrong as well, and it won’t be your pussy that I slide my cock into.” As if to make his point clear, he thrusts into me, maybe an inch, enough to make me gasp. “Now I was hoping to save your ass for another day but if you insist on not obeying me, I will roughly sodomize you right here, right now. Do you want this?” As he says ‘this’ he slams his dick all the way to the hilt, filling my pussy, making me half-scream with pleasure, then pulls back out, teasing my lips. “Or do you want me to take your ass? The choice is simple. If you’re a good girl, you get it in the pussy. If you are a bad girl, you get it in the ass.” He watches me for a few moments, as I try and decide which I want the most. “Do you need a reminder?” Thinking he means slamming his cock in me again, I nod, but that is not his intent. Walking around the bed he grabs my hair, not too roughly, and before I know it, forces his cock into my mouth. I can taste my juices on the shaft as he fucks my face a few times, then returns to the bottom, standing between my splayed and vulnerable legs. “Ready?” he asks, and slides his cock all the way deep inside of me without waiting for an answer, leaning over me to pull my face to his, kissing me deeply, his tongue plundering my mouth as his cock takes my slit. He pumps away in my pussy, taking long, slow strokes deep inside, his body almost on top of mine, head dropping to lick and bite gently at my nipples. I lift my legs out of the stirrups and wrap them around his ass, pulling him deeper inside me. Smiling, he stands up straight, changing the angle of his cock, hitting that spot deep within that takes me to the edge and further. Harder and harder he pounds, the sweat starting to break out on his brow, across his arms. “Damn, I’m close,” he gasps as I bear down on his cock, squeezing it with my inner muscles, pulling him deeper. He locks eyes with me again, those deep green orbs unblinking. “Do you want Daddy to cum in your pussy?” “Yes, oh god, please yes,” I beg. “Say please Daddy, fill me with your cum.” “Please,” I say, even now trying to be a brat. “Say it or I stop, Brat!” “Please Daddy, please, Daddy, fill my pussy with your cum!” I beg, knowing if he backs off, he may not make me cum again today, and I want it - no I need it. Leaning slightly over me, eyes devouring my body, he grinds his pelvis into mine, my clit crushed between our pelvises, as his cock plunders my pussy. The pressure builds and builds until I’m right on the edge. “Maintain eye contact as you cum!” He orders, in a tone that will abide no resistance. His eyes seem darker, deeper, more intense, seeming to drill into my mind, my soul, as he pounds me frantically. “Cum!” He commands with a deep growl, but it’s not his command that my body obeys, it’s the thick streams of cum shooting up inside me, along with the pressure on my clit, which takes me completely over the top. From the base of my neck to the tips of my toes, white hot pleasure flows though me in wave after wave, echoing back and forth as he and convulses above me, the muscles on his arms bunching as his back arches, a primal, animalistic growl emanating from deep within him, back arching as his cock spurts into me, filling me.

I feel like a plate of noodles as he slides off me, getting a small towel and cleaning me up, a considerate gesture I did not expect. Helping me to sit up, he cuddles and holds me as the shakiness subsides. “How are you doing?” he asks, checking in with me. My breathing has returned to normal but the glow remains. “Good,” I reply, leaning into him. He tilts my head back and kisses me deeply again, setting that warmth inside glowing again. He takes my hand and guides it down; to my surprise he’s still rock-hard. My eyes go wide and I look down. “Ready for round two?” he asks. “This boner is not going anywhere until it has plundered your ass.” I nod meekly. “Do you wish to correct your answer?” I shake my head, smirking, feeling the heat rising again. “Make me…” I mutter, defiantly.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A perverted old man...

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Warning: Explicit content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

This is a work of erotic fantasy. In real life, please protect yourself and your lover by always practicing safe sex.

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