exoticeva: “Let me see.”My back was to him so I couldn’t see his face but the tone told me my immedi
exoticeva: “Let me see.”My back was to him so I couldn’t see his face but the tone told me my immediate obedience was expected. I had been standing naked, facing the bed for 10 minutes already. It felt like an hour, especially as my eyes kept skipping over the array of tools and toys he had placed on the comforter. My eyes had widened when I first stepped in the room, clearly he had an extensive session planned. I was filled with a joyful anticipation and just the right amount of nerves at this realization. I dropped to my knees, then stretched forward into a humble pose, so that my hands and forearms were flat on the carpet, my head low, my hips arched to push my ass out. “Wider.”I shuffled my knees further apart, achingly conscious of the cool air hitting my exposed pussy. My skin felt ultra sensitive after the waxing I had done yesterday. A first for me, a request from him. I had always been scared it would hurt too much, but I had to admit the sensations of a smooth cunt were incredible. The slide of fabric as I put on my panties this morning. The heightened awareness as his texted promises about tonight had made me slick. My panties were soaked by lunchtime. “Look at that pretty pink pussy. Who does it belong to?” “You Sir.”“That’s right. Spread my pussy, let me see how needy you are.”I blushed, my cheek hot against the carpet as I lay my face against the floor and reached back. I marveled again at how soft and puffy the lips of my - his - pussy felt now. It really was like sliding my fingers against wet silk. The sensation distracted me a little from what a lewd sight I must make, kneeling there before him, holding my most intimate parts on display. Only he inspired this kind of slutty, wanton behavior. Only he knew how I reveled in being his little whore. “I can see how wet you are.”My knees shifted more as his matter of fact tone heightened my sense of embarrassment, sending a rush of dizzying arousal through me. My breath started to come faster and a bead of sweat dripped down my cleavage, as my movement also abraded my stiff, sensitive nipples against the carpet. I heard rustling, movement and then felt heat as he stood behind me. He trailed his fingers down my back, raising goosebumps, making me shiver.“Touch yourself, rub that little clit.”I squeezed my eyes shut against a fresh wave of embarrassment, but did as he said, caught up in the arousal he called forth so effortlessly from me. I moved my hands to touch that swollen bud and the moment I did I nearly jolted out of position. I was starved for this, needy and desperate after being made to stand and wait, to contemplate all the things he might do, all the ways he might touch me. I found that perfect rhythm and pressure, my body spiraling into the pleasure. I rubbed and bit my lip against the sounds that wanted to escape, but I couldn’t stop the way my hips rocked or the noise my fingers made as my wetness increased, his pleased hiss as he watched driving me higher. “Do you want to cum for me?”“Oh fuck, yes. Yes Sir, please may I?” I’m soaked, my entire body tingly and hot, my thigh muscles pulling taut, my clit firm and puffy all at once. I could feel his eyes watching me touch his pussy and that alone was enough to take me to the brink. Suddenly he plunged two of his fingers inside me. The rough, unexpected intrusion is just what my body needed. I convulsed with a wail, the pulsing of my orgasm so much more intense, clamping tight around his digits, making him curse softly, even as he pumped them, drawing out my shuddering release. The pleasure pulled at my stomach and thighs as I continued to ride his hand, grinding down to get him as deep inside me as I could. “Oh such a good girl, what a good little slut,” he crooned, “that’s what I want to see, show me how much you want it baby.”I came down from the incredible high, breathing heavily, his fingers still inside me, a fine sheen of sweat coating my entire body. Suddenly his hand cracked against my ass - hard.“What do you say when I’ve made you feel so good?”“Ow! Oh…thank you Sir, I’m sorry Sir.”There’s a pause as he walked away from where I was still kneeling on the floor. Adrenaline flooded me, my body going on red alert as I realized he’s by the bed, surveying the toys he had laid out there earlier. “Shoulders up, get on all fours.”As I scrambled ble to obey he stood before me, holding a large, black leather paddle in his hand, a slightly menacing smile on his face. “This is for girls who don’t remember their manners. 10 strikes, and I want to hear you count them. Understood? -- source link