I could hear his heavy boots thud on the stairs leading to the front door. There was a particular drag in his step today. For a second I panicked. “What if he didn’t have the energy?” Then I realized, I’d been dripping wet all day, even soaked through a pair of blue lace panties, I would try my luck.
The door opened and I heard him greet the dogs. He was such a sweetheart, always taking the time for them. Not like they really left him much choice haha. Eventually he got his boots off and they landed with a thump by the door. Same for his lunchbox as it plunked on the counter before the house grew quiet. Letting him wonder briefly where I might be, I then cried out.
“Hey. Can you come down here?” I called.
“You downstairs?”
“Well check and find out!” I hollered back.
With a loud sigh I could hear him make his way towards the stairs and gradually start his descent. A mood like that was not making me too optimistic about the afternoon’s fun. I’d probably just wind up playing with my dildo. After spending all day a horny mess, something was going to stretch out my tight cunt and bring me a toe curling orgasm. I’d really hoped it would be A, but hey, I can fend for myself if needed.
As his footsteps neared I began to regret how I’d positioned myself. It was comfy enough being bent over the padded sex bench we’d just built for the basement, but my dumbass had turned my back to the stairs. With my ankles and one wrist chained in place, and the keys out of reach, there was no changing that now. I could only imagine how my pale ass and smooth shaved pussy looked bent over and on display for A. Gleaming between my cheeks was a silver plug with a jewel at its end. It was begging to be replaced by A’s thick cock.
I imagined that the bright red padding beneath me contrasted my skin tone nicely and I knew that the scent of my wet little fuckhole hung in the air. All day I had played through various scenarios of me being a good little slut. It had been impossible to focus on anything else. I just really needed this release. I didn’t want to make a single decision more. I simply wanted to serve and carry out orders. The last few days had been quite stressful with various deadlines and I just wanted to be used like a cheap whore. Now it was time to see if my wish would come true.
On what sounded like the bottom stair, A halted in his tracks. I lay there bent over and staring at the wall, straining to hear a reaction I so dumbly deprived myself of seeing. Nothing was all I heard. “Was this his refusal to play with me? He would have to at least let me loose. He realized that, right?” were the thoughts running through my head as I felt my heart quicken.
Then from the opposite back corner of the room, I heard it. It was the swoosh of the flogger’s end as it trailed off the shelf it rested upon. That sound caused the dampness of my folds to grow. A had energy alright, and I might just pay for how submissive my needy cunt had rendered me.
“So you think I should fuck you huh?”
“Well I was hoping you would,” I said with a grin that was lost to the wall.
“The way you’ve positioned yourself, it seems like you’re expecting me to,” growled A. “What’s to keep me from leaving you there my dirty little slut?”
“Nothing sir… Except you grabbed the flogger, and I’m betting you’re rock hard,” I giggled. “Maybe even uncomfortably so.”
“You might be right about that,” he said as he drew near.
Being so close to him, wanting him so badly, I could feel my juices begin to run down my thighs. A nice hard fuck in doggy, as he pulled my hair, and squeezed my soft white DD cup breasts didn’t seem like too much to ask for. It wasn’t until the first THWACK that I realized just how much he’d make me pay for such pleasures.
It started with a strike across the back of my thighs. A knew how sensitive my thighs always were and I swear I heard a chuckle as he did it. After one more I couldn’t help but whince in pain. Anther two and I was crying out… pleading with him to stop the uncharacteristically brutal torment.
For a second he stepped away and I thought the flogging was over. I knew he must still be back there, but his silence puzzled me. Then the blows began to rain down upon my thick tush. I could take a few more of these, before seeming pained. He then began alternating between the flogger and his hand.
“I’ve always loved how easily your pale skin marks. It’s as though I’m marking you my own. My good, but dirty little slut,” sneared A.
Several more spanks then came crashing down and my ass truly began to sting. I was on the edge of begging to be done when he abruptly ended and I heard the flogger fall to the floor. It was then that A circled me, unzipping himself and drawing close.
“Now for some real fun,” he said in a breathy voice inches from my ear. He then stooped and secured the last chain to my wrist.
Gently he pressed the tip of his dick to my lips. Playfully I licked at his head, but refused to take him in. Smiling up at him I could see the frustration growing in his eyes. That look might just be my favorite. The one I get as I test him, goading him to take charge and force me to be his obedient little whore. As always, it worked ;).
He wound his hand in my auburn hair and pulled my head back, looked me square in the eye, and said, “Open.” Unsure whether or not to press my luck, I gave in.
A didn’t even give my throat a chance to warm up. He permitted no leisurely and gentle sucking, rather he immediately forced his cock to the back of my throat and held it there a few moments. It wasn’t until thrust three or four that I finally stopped struggling for air and relaxed enough to deep throat properly. At that point things progressed into rapid throat fucking. It hurt so good.
The air was filled with the sound of me gasping for air when allowed, and him moaning his pleasure. Oh I love to hear A moan. It lets me know I’m doing just right. Now and again he would pull away long enough to appreciate the makeup running down my face and give me a few light slaps across the face. I have no idea how long this continued for, but I loved every second.
As his pent up aggression left his body he slowed and I felt his body tense. With one final thrust he lodged his dick deep in my throat and held me there as I felt his sticky seed coat the back of my throat.
Finally finished, and clearly spent, he pulled away as I made soft gasps for air. In both hands he cupped my face, used his thumbs to wipe away some of my smeared make-up, and whispered, “That’s my good girl,” with a smile. I melted even more in that instant and happily shared a long slow kiss with him.
Then suddenly he pulled away. “I’m going to shower,” he announced as he turned out the light.
With that he went back up the stairs and I could hear him walk through the house. He had left me there in the darkness of the basement. I remained there as a good dirty little slut, experiencing a range of emotions. I had the warm and fuzzies having served my guy, but I was also uncomfortably wet and a little sad at him finishing down my throat. I had wanted to taste his cum.
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