my jeans and pushed them down far enough to be out of the way. I pumped my hard cock twice in my fist and leaned into her. I was more than ready to fuck her, but I wanted to make sure that she was aware of what I was doing. You always give a sub the opportunity to safeword before a new experience. She did no such thing.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I said very ma t ter-of-factly.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
I buried myself fully in side her in one long thrust. She arched her back and convulsed around my cock immediately. Fuck that felt good. I gripped the ottoman with one hand, fucking her into it, and put the other on her hip. I set a hard steady pace, not giving her a chance to recover. She moaned and wiggled around under me. Her pussy was hot and tight. Fucking perfection.
I usually talked to my girls while I fucked them, but she had honestly fucked me into silence. I couldn't concentrate on anything but pounding into her. I squeezed her tits in my hands and yanked her back onto my cock. Her ass bounced beautifully, my balls smacking her with a delicious little whap .
This wasn't going to last long. She didn't yet have the training or the stamina to keep from c um ming, and I was in no mood to hold back. I wanted to force her to the edge, make her cum hard. I attacked her clit with my fingers and at the same time thrust all the way into her. She clenched and unclenched her bound hands, struggling hard before she screamed. Her whole body convulsed when she came. Her tight snatch gushed around me, and her hips bucked wildly. Fucking most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I didn't even try to fight it. I gave in and let the orgasm flow through me. She collapsed against the bench while my cock softened inside her. I pulled out and rested my head beside her for a moment, regaining my breath.
"Holy fuck, girl," I laughed. "I am going to have to punish you more often."
Katlyn
What a fucking day. Fired. Fucking fired. My asshole boss fired me because I wouldn't go out with his son. Well okay, he told me that he fired me because I knocked over that stupid display again, but I knew the truth. Mike was just pissed because Jamie dumped him—again—and I was supposed to be the next in line. What bullshit.
It would have been a lot easier if I could have just told him that I was seeing someone, but Roundup was such a freaking small town that he would have demanded to know who it was, and Cody and I had agreed to keep this relationship quiet. It wasn't like we were exactly dating anyway.
Mike, I can't date you because you won't know how to tie me up and spank me. That's what really gets me off. God. I was such a freak.
What was I going to tell my dad? Granted I was leaving for college in six weeks anyway. What did a stupid retail job matter anyway? Still, I could get into one of the best u niversities in the world, but I couldn't fucking keep a part-time cashier job? It was downright embarrassing, not to mention frustrating. I was hoping to be able to pick up some hours there when I came home for college breaks. No such luck.
I slammed the door to my rusty old truck and headed into the house. My dad wouldn't be home for a few hours. I wasn't supposed to be home for a while either. I flopped down on the couch, undecided about what to do. What I really wanted to do was slash Mike’s fucking tires, or at least punch him in the face or something.
I paced around the house silently fuming. I had to get out of t here. I had to do something to burn off some energy. Cody had been encouraging me to work out more, not because I was unattractive, he assured me, but because it would be good for my balance, endurance, and muscle control. Endurance was especially important for a submissive, I'd discovered. He'd suggested hiking, and while I wasn't much of an outdoorsy type, it was a free activity, and it was actually a nice day.
I changed into my trainers and a pair of yoga pants before heading out the door. Thinking about exercise
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I said very ma t ter-of-factly.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
I buried myself fully in side her in one long thrust. She arched her back and convulsed around my cock immediately. Fuck that felt good. I gripped the ottoman with one hand, fucking her into it, and put the other on her hip. I set a hard steady pace, not giving her a chance to recover. She moaned and wiggled around under me. Her pussy was hot and tight. Fucking perfection.
I usually talked to my girls while I fucked them, but she had honestly fucked me into silence. I couldn't concentrate on anything but pounding into her. I squeezed her tits in my hands and yanked her back onto my cock. Her ass bounced beautifully, my balls smacking her with a delicious little whap .
This wasn't going to last long. She didn't yet have the training or the stamina to keep from c um ming, and I was in no mood to hold back. I wanted to force her to the edge, make her cum hard. I attacked her clit with my fingers and at the same time thrust all the way into her. She clenched and unclenched her bound hands, struggling hard before she screamed. Her whole body convulsed when she came. Her tight snatch gushed around me, and her hips bucked wildly. Fucking most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I didn't even try to fight it. I gave in and let the orgasm flow through me. She collapsed against the bench while my cock softened inside her. I pulled out and rested my head beside her for a moment, regaining my breath.
"Holy fuck, girl," I laughed. "I am going to have to punish you more often."
Katlyn
What a fucking day. Fired. Fucking fired. My asshole boss fired me because I wouldn't go out with his son. Well okay, he told me that he fired me because I knocked over that stupid display again, but I knew the truth. Mike was just pissed because Jamie dumped him—again—and I was supposed to be the next in line. What bullshit.
It would have been a lot easier if I could have just told him that I was seeing someone, but Roundup was such a freaking small town that he would have demanded to know who it was, and Cody and I had agreed to keep this relationship quiet. It wasn't like we were exactly dating anyway.
Mike, I can't date you because you won't know how to tie me up and spank me. That's what really gets me off. God. I was such a freak.
What was I going to tell my dad? Granted I was leaving for college in six weeks anyway. What did a stupid retail job matter anyway? Still, I could get into one of the best u niversities in the world, but I couldn't fucking keep a part-time cashier job? It was downright embarrassing, not to mention frustrating. I was hoping to be able to pick up some hours there when I came home for college breaks. No such luck.
I slammed the door to my rusty old truck and headed into the house. My dad wouldn't be home for a few hours. I wasn't supposed to be home for a while either. I flopped down on the couch, undecided about what to do. What I really wanted to do was slash Mike’s fucking tires, or at least punch him in the face or something.
I paced around the house silently fuming. I had to get out of t here. I had to do something to burn off some energy. Cody had been encouraging me to work out more, not because I was unattractive, he assured me, but because it would be good for my balance, endurance, and muscle control. Endurance was especially important for a submissive, I'd discovered. He'd suggested hiking, and while I wasn't much of an outdoorsy type, it was a free activity, and it was actually a nice day.
I changed into my trainers and a pair of yoga pants before heading out the door. Thinking about exercise
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