Back for more? I was too.
After my first encounter with Jack I was distracted pretty much constantly thinking about when I would see him again, and I made sure he knew it. He was always busy though, so it was about a month since the previous encounter that the following took place.
Late one evening I was particularly horny, and couldn’t help myself but to pester Jack for some attention. I wanted to prove how good I could be for him. I texted him asking for something I could do, whatever he wanted. He told he to find a Sharpie, strip naked, and write “Jack’s Slut” across my bare ass. (This was my first intro to body writing!). I of course did as I was told, and quite enjoyed admiring myself in front of my mirror as I sent him his proof. It was winter and a bit chilly, so I put back on a shirt and some cute undies and lay on my bed, with my phone by my crotch.
*Buzz buzz*- Jack liked what I had for him, and I was liking how it felt when my phone told me. I of course shared this finding with him and he was intrigued. He told me to tuck my phone between my legs. *Buzz buzz*, *buzz buzz*, *buzz buzz*- he sent me 10 or 12 messages in a row, then said Good Night..
The next morning I asked when I could see him again. He said he was busy for the rest of the week but I was reeling from the night before and begged him to come fuck me. He told me to unlock my door, put on a robe, and lay on my bed to wait for him- he rescheduled his next appointment.
I put on my silky red kimono and lay on the bed, gently caressing my pussy lips as I waited for the sound of the door. After sometime, I hear it– *click, slam, footsteps*. He stepped into the doorway and looked there for a moment, he said that I’d been a good girl, he liked what he saw.
He walked over to the bed and grabbed me by the throat, pulling me up onto my knees. He just hovered in front of my lips and smiled. “Get on your knees on the floor, and I better not hear a word from you.” I silently nodded and rushed to obey. He unbuckled his belt and laid it on the bed. He had me shuffle backwards, so my back and head was against the mattress. He unbuttoned his pants and I immediately took him into my mouth. “No hands” he said. He grabbed me by my hair and began thrusting into my mouth. I was dribbling spit everywhere as my eyes teared up while I gazed at him, my hands grasping my tits. Eventually he pulled away, “Bend over” he ordered.
I scrambled to my feet and bent over the side of the bed, leaning forward on my forearms. I’m short with an unusually tall bed, so I was on my tip toes. He lifted my kimono up to expose the “Jack’s Slut” on my ass.
Good girl.
He folded over his belt and began to add some color to my art work. I’m a bit of a masochist so this had me moaning and dripping wet. Once my ass was noticably hot from the beating, he donned a condom and plunged into my pussy, and I gasped with pleasure from feeling him inside me for the first time. He fucked me for a few minutes on the side of the bed, then grabbed my legs and wheelbarrows me forward till I am in a proper doggy pose. He took his belt again and refreshed my ass with a few more hits. “Hands behind your back”, I complied and he bound my wrists together with his belt. He then grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face into the bed, entering me again. He held be down by neck as he fucked me from behind. I was eventually laying prone, whimpering. “I think you can cum now” he said, and pulled my hips up a little so he could rub my clit. After just a few seconds, I was absolutely writhing in the throws of an orgasm for him, which had him cumming soon as well.
I lay there, panting and exhausted as he untied my wrists. My arms fell by my side as he removed the robe and began massaging my back with his strong hands, extending my pleasure extending my pleasure. After a couple minutes, he traced out the letters on my ass, “I can’t keep the customer waiting any longer” he said, climbing off the bed. I rolled over and watched him as he got dressed, and walked away, *footsteps, click, slam*
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