Sir bends me over the bed
and with my pants on
(and pulled up)
He tells me to put my hands above my head
and to keep them there.
"We can't be loud, so I'll have to make them count.
You'll get six but I'll make them count."
He retreats to the closet and comes back
rubbing my ass with the crop.
He rubs and caresses my ass
building my anticipation.
I want them.
I so desperately WANT THEM.
he holds nothing back and is clearly using a full swing.
He rubs between the strike and that
startling, sharp, sting
warm, tingling, excitement
By the time the sixth and last
I am so insanely turned on.
I am starting to float
I'm awash in sensation!
Sir starts to walk away,
giving me a moment to collect myself.
He starts taking off his shirt and tells me
he's going to take a shower.
I drop to my knees and as quickly as I can,
strip my top and bra off.
I kneel by the door to the bathroom
my hands behind my back
and all but beg to suck on him.
"Just a kiss, little girl."
Now that never means just a kiss,
but it does mean a suck or two…but not much.
I adore his cock.
I truly adore it with my mouth.
He pulls away and I whimper.
"Just a minute, fiona."
He retreats to the closet and I wait on my knees,
patiently with my hands behind my back.
"Close your eyes."
He comes back and I feel him playing with my nipples.
I am so tightly wound!
He clamps my nipples with the hook clamps
They are tight and they burn and
that burn goes straight to my pussy.
He grabs the hook side of the clamps and
pulls me up to meet his
thick, hot, wet, cock.
He fucks my mouth,
but instead of pumping into me,
he's pulling me onto him
He fucks, hard and fast and
I keep my hands grasped behind my back.
He pulls one last time,
hard and deep and
deep in my throat.
Oh, I love six of his best!
and all of his creativity.