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You wait all morning for me to visit with your fingers buried in your snatch. At the sound of my footsteps, you leap up and dry yourself off. A knock sounds at the door. I come in, grab your shoulders and give you a rough kiss with lots of teeth and tongue. My hand snakes down under your skirt, past your panties, to finger your clit. You are wet already. “Hike your skirt up,” I say calmly and shove you back onto the couch. You fall in a sprawl across the cushions. “Spread your legs and pull your panties aside. I want to see it. Now.”
You comply with shaky fingers, your pussy slick with excitement. “You’re such a naughty girl,” I say gazing down at you. “Look at yourself, all dripping wet. I told you not to touch yourself before I come over. Have you been playing with yourself?” I demand. You lie by shaking your head no. “Well, well,” I murmur in disbelief. “Lies, all lies. You’ll have to pay for that, you know.” I jerk you up off the couch and command, “Take off your top.” I remove your blouse and then your bra for good measure. I grasp one of your breasts, kneading roughly. My fingers pull and twist your semi-hard nipple, sending sharp throbs to your clit.
“You want it so badly, don’t you, slut?” I ask softly, while rolling the other nipple tightly between my thumb and forefinger. You nod mutely as your knees start to buckle. I smile a wicked smile and say, “Then take off your clothes and get ready for it, bitch.” I push you towards the bedroom and you shed the rest of your clothes as you go. In the bedroom, I spin you round and push you backwards on to the bed. “Spread your legs and grab the headboard,” I order, “and you’ll stay like that if you know what’s good for you.” You grasp the bars of the headboard quickly and spread your legs open wide. I then climb on the bed and kneel next to you. You gasp as I start to slap your breasts, short stinging slaps that make your nipples expand and harden. I lean over and take a nipple in my mouth, biting gently and sucking. My hand never ceases to pull and twist your other rock hard nipple.
You moan as I begin to slap them again. With each slap your breasts grow harder and hotter. Each sensation you inflict sends a jolt of electricity to your pulsing clit. Finally, when you can stand it no longer, you reach down to touch yourself. I stop slapping and grab your arm, bringing it back towards the headboard. “Did I say that you could touch yourself?” I ask. You moan in response and spread your legs wider, attempting to focus your attention away from your tits. “You slut. I’ll work your pussy over when I am good and ready. But now you obviously can’t be trusted.” I smile as I pull two short lengths of rope from out of my back pocket.
“Please…” you start to beg, but already it’s too late, your wrists have been firmly tied to the bedposts above your head.
“Keep those legs spread,” I say, “or they will have to be tied too.” I lean down to further spread your legs apart and flick the tip of your clit with my tongue. You cry out as frustration sweeps through your body. You raise your hips in vain to try and make further contact with my tongue.
Juices flow from your vagina, I feel the wetness running down the crack of your ass and pooling. Just as you are about to beg you to stop, I take my hands from your breasts and reaching around, slide two cool fingers deep into your pussy, testing the wetness. You moan as your vaginal walls contract and clamp down trying to increase friction against your fingers. Fluids swirl about your fingers and run down the palm of your hand. “I see your ready,” I say, as you beg me for release with your eyes and low whimper, “but if you think sluts deserve an orgasm with out earning one, you are sadly mistaken. Your mouth needs to a little work before that happens.” I then thrust my dripping fingers between your lips. You lick them frantically, tasting yourself, trying to please me.
“Not good enough,” I say as the sound of my pants zipper coming undone reaches your ears. My fingers are replaced by the head of my cock, pressing against your eager lips. You open your mouth and I wordlessly slide my cock deep into you. You lick and suck the head of my cock, you lap at the sensitive underside of my cock, feeling it harden, it’s tip pressing the back of your throat. You struggle for a breath as you feel me swell on the verge of orgasm. Suddenly I jerk my cock out of your mouth saying, “that’s enough, bitch. We need this to last a little longer.”
I reach over to the bedside and take a long drink of ice water, keeping several cubes in my mouth when I am done. I climb back on the bed and bend my head down between your thighs. My ice cold tongue licks your burning clit, making you scream. My hands force your thighs apart as I clamp my cold mouth to your pussy. My tongue probes you, drawing out fluids and my teeth scrape across your swollen clit, driving you into a frenzy. I suck your clit relentlessly until you cum in a wave of orgasm that lifts your hips off the bed, your arms straining against the ropes. Glistening juice streams off my chin as I raise my head from between your legs. As I am still shuddering, I lay on top of you. I take your face in my hands and part your lips with my wet tongue. I deposit your own salty juices from my mouth. When you come back into focus, your arms and breasts are untied and I am standing by the bed.
“Thank you, Sir,” you whisper hoarsely, your chest heaving.
“You can do better than that, slut,” I say, pulling you off the bed to kneel at my feet. “We have some unfinished business, you and I.” My hands guide your mouth to my still hard cock. “This is how you say ‘thank you’ properly.” I hold your head tightly as I begin to fuck your mouth. My cock pumps in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. As you feel me slide rhythmically across your tongue, you whisper, “look at me while I fuck you.” your eyes are locked with mine as my cock swells and explodes in your mouth. Ipull my cock out as I cum, splattering sticky fluids across your lips. A thin stream of cum connects your lips to my cock. The strand of white cum breaks as I rub the head of my cock across your lips with the words, “lick it clean, now.” You oblige, sucking every bit of fluid from my softening organ. I pull away from your mouth and I start to wipe your stickiness from your face and throbbing breasts. “Now, now, pet,” I murmur and pat your head, “I need to leave now, but before I go, I want to give you a little something to think about before your next visit. Stand up and bend over the bed.” you obey, trembling in anticipation….

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AmandaPoston
 
 Age: 23
 Carson city, Nevada