dared not move, even when she felt her Master's hand caress her exposed bottom, his thick fingers sliding between her legs to feel the wetness of her sex.
When he removed his fingers, he chuckled softly. ''You are such a naughty girl,'' he said. ''You dare to complain about baring your ass when your pussy is sopping wet with the thought of being on display to whomever might wish to look.'' She bowed her head lower. He was right. She was a naughty girl and deserved to be punished. Before Elizabeth had even completed her thought she felt his hand smack hard against her ass. She moaned but did not dare to move so much as a single an inch. Two additional smacks were applied, and she felt her bottom begin to burn. He once more slid his fingers between her legs. ''So wet you are practically dripping in the street.'' She felt him lower her skirt and help her to rise. As she stood, she imagined the eyes of a hundred people upon her, smiling, knowing she was the naughty girl who had to be punished.
''That was just a sample of what you shall receive,'' her Master said.
''Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,'' she said. As he guided her into the car and the driver climbed behind the wheel, Elizabeth saw him looking in the rearview mirror. In her bed, Elizabeth squirmed, her recently paddled bottom adding to her dream.
''You belong on your knees,'' her Master said, and watched as she slid gracefully off the leather seat to kneel between his legs. He opened them slowly, as if deciding whether she were worthy to serve. ''Suck me,'' he said, gruffly, as he unzipped his pants and released his cock, already hard and demanding attention. Elizabeth moaned in her desire to serve—to prove to him that she was sorry for her disobedience. She opened her mouth and obediently took her Master inside, her lips stretching to accept the cock that she had been ordered to service.
As he forced her head down along the length of his shaft, ignoring her sounds of distress or the flood of saliva that poured from her lips stretched so wide around his cock, she met his eyes. ''Open your throat for me, Miss Adams,'' he said, in that tone of voice that brooked no disobedience. ''You'll suck me slowly, but I promise,'' he continued, as he pressed the back of her head firmly, ''that you will take every inch of my cock and thank me for the pleasure."
Elizabeth jerked up in bed, her heart pounding, as she felt her body convulse. She was stunned to find her hand down the front of her pajama pants, her fingers still on her trembling sex. She had never masturbated in her sleep before. She was breathing hard, her pulse racing. She slowly pulled her hand free, her entire body shuddering. God, it had been the most intense dream she'd ever had. She slowly pushed back the covers, suddenly way too hot for her heated body. She climbed out of bed, shaky and embarrassed and yet truly amazed. She quietly went down the hall into the bathroom and closed the door. She turned on the taps as she stripped out of her pajamas. Her panties were soaking wet as she peeled them off her body. She tossed everything into the hamper and stepped into the stall.
The water cooled and cleansed her, as she stood under the stream. Elizabeth was careful not to get her hair wet; she didn't need to wash it again, but she knew she would never be able to sleep until she was clean and fresh. Shutting off the water, she wrapped a thick towel around her body and padded back to her room. Newly dressed in a fresh pair of panties and a short gown, she climbed back into bed, turning on her side. She was exhausted and needed to sleep. She forced the memory of what happened to the back of her mind, but right before she slipped into sleep, a man's face swam into view, his intense blue eyes seeming to stare into her soul
Chapter 5
''That is the hottest story I've ever heard,'' Nancy said the next morning, as they drove to the office. ''I've never
When he removed his fingers, he chuckled softly. ''You are such a naughty girl,'' he said. ''You dare to complain about baring your ass when your pussy is sopping wet with the thought of being on display to whomever might wish to look.'' She bowed her head lower. He was right. She was a naughty girl and deserved to be punished. Before Elizabeth had even completed her thought she felt his hand smack hard against her ass. She moaned but did not dare to move so much as a single an inch. Two additional smacks were applied, and she felt her bottom begin to burn. He once more slid his fingers between her legs. ''So wet you are practically dripping in the street.'' She felt him lower her skirt and help her to rise. As she stood, she imagined the eyes of a hundred people upon her, smiling, knowing she was the naughty girl who had to be punished.
''That was just a sample of what you shall receive,'' her Master said.
''Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,'' she said. As he guided her into the car and the driver climbed behind the wheel, Elizabeth saw him looking in the rearview mirror. In her bed, Elizabeth squirmed, her recently paddled bottom adding to her dream.
''You belong on your knees,'' her Master said, and watched as she slid gracefully off the leather seat to kneel between his legs. He opened them slowly, as if deciding whether she were worthy to serve. ''Suck me,'' he said, gruffly, as he unzipped his pants and released his cock, already hard and demanding attention. Elizabeth moaned in her desire to serve—to prove to him that she was sorry for her disobedience. She opened her mouth and obediently took her Master inside, her lips stretching to accept the cock that she had been ordered to service.
As he forced her head down along the length of his shaft, ignoring her sounds of distress or the flood of saliva that poured from her lips stretched so wide around his cock, she met his eyes. ''Open your throat for me, Miss Adams,'' he said, in that tone of voice that brooked no disobedience. ''You'll suck me slowly, but I promise,'' he continued, as he pressed the back of her head firmly, ''that you will take every inch of my cock and thank me for the pleasure."
Elizabeth jerked up in bed, her heart pounding, as she felt her body convulse. She was stunned to find her hand down the front of her pajama pants, her fingers still on her trembling sex. She had never masturbated in her sleep before. She was breathing hard, her pulse racing. She slowly pulled her hand free, her entire body shuddering. God, it had been the most intense dream she'd ever had. She slowly pushed back the covers, suddenly way too hot for her heated body. She climbed out of bed, shaky and embarrassed and yet truly amazed. She quietly went down the hall into the bathroom and closed the door. She turned on the taps as she stripped out of her pajamas. Her panties were soaking wet as she peeled them off her body. She tossed everything into the hamper and stepped into the stall.
The water cooled and cleansed her, as she stood under the stream. Elizabeth was careful not to get her hair wet; she didn't need to wash it again, but she knew she would never be able to sleep until she was clean and fresh. Shutting off the water, she wrapped a thick towel around her body and padded back to her room. Newly dressed in a fresh pair of panties and a short gown, she climbed back into bed, turning on her side. She was exhausted and needed to sleep. She forced the memory of what happened to the back of her mind, but right before she slipped into sleep, a man's face swam into view, his intense blue eyes seeming to stare into her soul
Chapter 5
''That is the hottest story I've ever heard,'' Nancy said the next morning, as they drove to the office. ''I've never
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