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 It’s
not often these days the Master has me write up a detailed report
about a scene at home. He has taken to encouraging me to write my
fiction and to make the most of time offline due the fact that I’ve
taken up handicrafts again but this morning…as we lay in bed
before the day started He whispered gently in the shell of my ear
that he’d like to see a piece of prose from me. One that detailed
the events the night before and he’s like to see how graphic
I could be as He was tired of reading the same repetitive porn stories
online.
A day off work meant that I was going to be able
to sit and think this through before I started and would also give
me the luxury of being able to relive the fuck we’d shared.
My cousin had phoned me in the evening...she's
a bit of a technophobe so id often on the phone to check why thinks
aren't working on her puter!
As I was on the phone to her, Kevin walked past
me to go back on his puter and we were laughing as his jean slid
down his thighs, teasing each other about the Jedi mind trick -
making his jeans fall off...lol
Well there's Kevin, standing in front of me in
his boxers and his cock growing slowly. I slid my hand up under
the boxers to gently caress his full heavy balls. And believe me,
they WERE full not having been emptied for three days. So then he
decides it would be fun to wipe his already leaking cock over my
lips while I'm talking on the phone! Then to push it into my mouth
when there's a pause in the chat...what could I do? You know I love
to suck cock sooooo...I sucked...long deep pulls on his cock as
my cousin chatted away in my ear...His hand slipping down to my
tits and tugging my nipples...hell how I love that...having my tits
played with while sucking cock. Kevin loves the way my body arches
away from the pain while loving it.
As we were chatting on the phone, he eased his
cock out of my mouth and began to slowly turn my chair around, wheeling
it down to the couch at the other end of the room, all the time
allowing me to carry on with the conversation.
He yanked me from the chair and pushed me down
onto the couch, slipping my night dress up over my thighs. The nightwear
was the silk set he bought me at Christmas, satin and silk, prettily
cut across the tits so that it's almost an evening dress, long and
flowing, skimming my ankles with a long pretty wrap to match. He
pulled the wrap down over my shoulders which pretty much effectively
traps them. He knelt between my thighs and slowly...oh god so slowly
pushed the head of his cock into me. Watching me...knowing that
with my arms trapped I wouldn't be able to push him away...watching
as my hips lifted without thinking to meet his cock. Watching as
my cousin and I carried on the conversation - well SHE did - biting
my lower lip as he eased out his cock and ran it back and forth
over the wet slit, rubbing the head over and over my clit. I was
in pieces, hips lifting, seeking his cock, body flushed...watching
as he lowered his head to my tits, seeing his mouth take my nipple
and holding my breath as I KNEW he was going to bite, feeling his
tongue tease the tip, sucking it hard and seeing it begin to stretch
upwards a little...then the sharp pain as his teeth took hold and
began to bite down...slowly...slowly...the pain increasing and me
then deciding enough was enough and making my excuses, i ended the
call...threw the phone and my glasses across the carpet and pushed
myself up to his cock...gasping out loud now as his teeth tugged
my nipple, his hand on the other side of me pulling and twisting
the tip...whispering against my tits what a slut I was, how he knew
I wanted his cock and how he was going to make me beg for him to
allow me to cum.
Kevin wasn't in the mood for niceties by now, yanking
me up by my now messed up hair, spinning me over onto the couch
so my arms were still trapped, tits pressed against the seating
and my naked ass and cunt there on display for him. His cock moving
slowly up and down my cunt, pressing gently inwards but never really
slipping into my cunt, my hips wiggling back to try and get his
cock inside me. His hands rubbing over my ass, telling me how peachy
it looked from where he was, a single slap landing on each side
as my cunt lifted once more. By now I was like a bitch on heat,
wiggling back and forth, trying to get him to push into me, my nipples
rubbing against the material of the couch, stiffening and being
rubbed...Kevin took my hair, yanked me up, telling me I was about
to be fucked like the cock hungry whore he knew I was. Turning me,
pulling me across the couch, down onto the floor between the big
armchair and couch...forcing me into the small space, face down,
forcing my thighs open with his knees...ignoring my protests about
tearing and ripping the thin straps of the gown, slapping my ass
in temper as i wiggled to try and get away.
A game?
I don't know...I know that me wiggling and trying
to get away made him more determined to hold me down in that small
confined space...pushing my thighs open, pushing his fingers into
my cunt and laughing at me, telling me no matter what I did, my
cunt always gave me away. That both of us could feel the wetness
of my cunt giving away what I wanted.
He knelt between my legs, pressing down and upwards
and in a single thrust was deep inside that tight wet hole, thrusting
up hard, taking hold of a handful of hair, telling me what a fucking
cock slut I was and how he was going to fill me with cum. I was
like an animal, lifting, bucking, and twisting to get more and more
of his cock inside me, my cunt on fire, my tits aching now as the
nipples were pushed back and forth over the carpet with each thrust
of his cock. This was no mutual fuck...this was Kevin emptying his
balls in his slut...and without warning...he just exploded deep
inside me...I remember howling in frustration...but it's a trick
he uses...fucks me...refuses to allow me to cum, then has me finger
myself until I do so even in my frustration I knew he's allow me
to cum soon enough.
He lifted himself...shifted up over my body, dragging
his dripping cock over my flushed skin and the silk of my gown,
feeling me wiggling as he took a handful of my hair and wiped his
cock clean! I was fuming...trying to get up...he knows I HATE his
cock in my hair...lol
But then...he got up...dragged me up and round
and pushed his cock into my mouth before I could protest...telling
me to clean him, to make sure his cunt sticky balls were nice and
clean again before he put his clothes back on. Oh how I sucked...how
I licked...waiting for him to allow me to touch myself and cum...But...he
didn't give the command...he never said a word...just walked away...sat
at his puter and rechecked his mail...then turned...and said..."by
the way...there's cum on the carpet...clean it." I remember blinking
at him...looking at him because normally one of us would just fetch
a tissue and clean up. I leaned over the table to get some tissues
and his voice came low across the floor..."lick it up slut."
Now...every now and then, Kevin will use humiliation
to bring me to heel...He knows well enough that I am a strong minded
woman but also knows that I am his submissive and so to remind me
now and then of the pecking order in our house, he'll use some small
point to humiliate me...knowing that I will do what he says no matter
how it fucks me off or I want to rebel.
He knows when I write things for him, I am fussy
about grammar and syntax and the old guard manner of writing is
to use capital letters when mentioning the Dominant and lower case
ones when mentioning the submissive...he knows this pisses me off
because of how I feel about the English language so he makes
me do it...everything referring to him or a male is capped and everything
referring to me is lower case...lol
Hard to stick to...lol
So...there I am...clothes all dishrivelled, hair
with cum and cunt juices in it, tits on show with tender aching
nipples and I suddenly realised just what he can see kneeling in
front of him...a total and completely humiliated cock whore...so...despite
my temper and anger, I lower my head...eyes locked with his in defiance
and slowly lick the cum up, watching the satisfaction on his face
as I obey him...and THAT is the bit that really fucks me off...the
smugness as he watches me...I kneel up...still waiting for him to
say I can touch myself and cum...but he doesn't...not a word...then,
I remember what he said...that I'd be begging him to cum and I know
now...that this comes down to pride and the need to release the
heat in me...I stand, refusing to ask and know he's smirking...I
spent the evening squirming, wiggling about, trying to cum without
him knowing but he watched me like a hawk...told me the minute he
could smell the scent of my needy cunt, he'd thrash me and not for
pleasure. What was I to do? Should I swallow my pride as readily
as I swallow his cum and ask to be allowed to cum or should I squirm
and hope I could get away with some release without him noticing
and risk the belt given in punishment instead of pleasure?
I said nothing...I stopped wiggling and fought
the need to touch my aching swollen cum filled cunt and hoped that
he'd give in and let me touch that needy flesh but not a word came
from him...and my pride is such at times that I refuse to beg...isn't
that part of the control exchange? Aren't I allowed to keep some
control over my own body?
Well...bedtime came...we curled up, spooning like
a loving couple...his hands sliding gently over the newfound curves
since I'd stopping smoking, dipping into my cunt, his voice low
in my ear from behind...whispering how hot and wet i was, how his
cum was still leaking from my hole...how delicious I'd looked in
my defiance, how he loved my body and soul belonging to him, how
he loved the fire in me...all the time his hands were on me, over
me, tweaking my still tender nipples, kneading the fullness of my
tits, fingers slipping in and out of my cunt, my hips rocking gently
back and forth against him and then...the words..."beg to cum slut."
Oh by then I'd have given my soul to the devil
to be allowed to cum...I squirmed at the words, I remember words
tumbling from my mouth, in the heat of the moment, the darkness
of the room, the warmth of the bed and the touch of his fingers,
hips riding them as they pushed in and out of me, his thumb nudging
my clit now and then...I remember pushing my hand against his, holding
his thumb in place as I begged to cum...oh how I begged...telling
him how I love his cock, his tongue, his fingers, how I love to
be used by him, how I love his cock inside any of the holes I have,
my cunt getting wetter, tightening around his driving, probing fingers...first
one gently touching, then tow opening me up a little more, then
three...pushing and twisting then me begging like a slut for the
forth finger...to have him stretch me open...to feel the stretching
of that hole...telling him I'd take his fist...hell...what a fucking
whore I am at times for him...and for you...how I love having you
both use me for your own ends...and yes...he let me cum...Over his
fingers, telling me how he could feel my tight cunt milking his
fingers...and yes...I licked them clean after he'd wiped them on
my body and yes...I loved every minute of it:-)
Anne...wet again just typing and off to cum alone!
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