TLDR: She gets home from her assignment only to get punishment.
But in the last 20 minutes of the drive, I started to worry. According to my phone, you received all the requested photos. I am just nervous. But what if something didn’t go through? I haven’t told you the details. What if I did something wrong? My desperate denied pussy, punished or even made to wait longer.. The nerves are making it harder to sit still and my juices have started to seep through the fabric of my skirt into the seat. Thoughts crowd my mind as the road flashes by and the cum dries itchy on my skin.
I pull into the driveway, take a few steadying breaths and hurry into the house. The cum on my skin is now dry and very itchy but I don’t want to clean up until you’ve seen my accomplishment. You are sitting on the couch watching TV and I go straight to you, kneeling at your feet. I wait grinning for you to acknowledge me. Minutes pass and my grin fades, as my throbbing pussy reminds me it needs attention.You don’t even look at me.“You didn’t send me all the pictures I requested”
The shock, followed by horror shows on my face as I realize my failing.“No, Sir. I forgot to take his picture. And I didn’t offer my mouth.”
Your face is deadpan when you look at me.” You walk in bouncy, covered in cum and still haven’t finished the simple tasks I gave you. Obviously my plan was not enough. I wanted a begging needy whore. You look like a whore but you are not begging, or nearly needy enough. To make it worse, you withheld things from me. So you will be punished. Now lay on your back, and lift your skirt. Show me, slut!” He finished with a shout.
Chastened and teary eyed, I slide backwards and onto my back, lifting my skirt to show a drippy puffy pussy.“Now spread those labia wide and tell me everything that happened”My hands slowly move to spread my lips apart as I start to relay the story. My eyes go wide when I realize you’ve taken out a cat toy, one of those with feathers on the end of a stick. You begin to slide those feathers along my exposed pussy, pure torment. I start to squirm. The stick smacks across my inner thigh with a searing pain that almost pushes me over the edge. I lay there, panting and struggling for composure as you glare down at me.
“You will stay still for your punishment. You will not come. Or it will get worse. Now keep explaining. Don’t stop talking until you are finished”
At this point, I can’t imagine a greater torment but my story begins, only to be punctuated with gasps, moans and “Oh Please”. The feathers dance along my slit and it’s driving me insane. You can probably see my pussy clench as it tries again and again to orgasm.Your face begins to lighten as my story progresses and you are grinning as I detail the end.“And so here I am, your desperate needy slut. Showing off my cunt like the whore I am. Please fuck me Sir. I’ve been needing it all day. I want to choke on your cock. Be covered in your cum. Have your huge cock ravage me. Anything you want…. Oh Please Sir, let me come!!!”
You have this contented look on your face as you lean back in your seat. Your cock is bulging in your pants and you hold the cat toy like some kinky scepter.“ Well, that’s a better attitude. Get up here and make good on your offer”In a flash, I am on my knees, freeing your cock from the fabric. Apparently my story has done its job because you immediately hold my head to start throat fucking me. My arousal backpedals under the desire to breathe and the focus needed to let you fuck me this way. But it doesn’t take long before you gush into my throat, cum covering my tongue. I’m choking as I struggle to gulp down your hot cum and not embarrass myself further by gagging. Lust rushes back into me as I realize I’m kneeling in front of you, delightedly licking your cock clean, just like the slut you want from me.
I look up at you.“Sir, can I come now?”You cock your head at me. “No, why should I let you?”I realize that this calls for pulling all the stops. So I roll onto my back, unfastening my skirt and raising my shirt. My hands start to travel my body, sliding over my torso, up to cup a breast and my hips undulate.I start to beg as I do my own strip tease on the carpet.“Because I am the slut you made me. I tried to do what you asked. Please don’t punish me for being a stupid slut . Please let me come. I’m just a sex toy. I need it, I’m addicted” That hedonistic grin of yours comes out as I roll my hips and spread my red, puffy labia wide again.I continued “ I need it. I need you to make me come, please Sir! Only you can make me come.”You shift forward in your seat. “ You just want me to make you come? No regards to how?”I’m almost insensible with lust by now. I just want your hands on me. An orgasm would be so amazing after so many hours. So I nod frantically, still laid out like some perverse doll deserted on the floor.
You’re so fast, I don’t see it. But you strike my exposed clit with the flat of your hand. Its full force from on high directly onto my exposed, tortured clit.I screamed as the orgasm hit with all the force of that blow and so many pent up hours of arousal. I am sure I look like a seizure victim as I thrash and squeal through the orgasm. It seems to roll through me for a while. A distant part of my mind wonders what you must think of me in this paroxysm of ecstasy. Then, just as I start to surface, chest heaving, you push my legs apart and hold them with your body weight. The rain of slaps to my pussy started it all again. I am frenzied, throwing myself against the floor, screaming out as each buffet starts a new orgasmic wave. I’m fighting to get away from the overwhelming sensations and when that fails, I rake my nails over my own body. Grasping at anything near enough to ground me, I am reduced to a convulsing, twitching madwoman as you assault my clit.
The torrent of blows gradually slows to a smattering and then stops. My struggles wane as my body is reduced to twitching spasms, waves of sensation rippling through me after you stop. Spreadeagled and soaked in sweat, dripping cunt juices on the floor, I listen to our heaving breath. You say something to me but all I register is your self satisfied grin above me as my vision fades.
I surfaced from the faint a bit later, wrapped in the warmth of our bed. You are beside me and I snuggle closer, well aware of the harsh ache between my legs. I whisper “Thank you” as exhaustion pulls me under again.
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