I slowly open my eyes, feeling my body’s soreness all over. As I sit up, I see you’re not in bed. I slip on my robe and find all your clothes gone from the floor. I instantly feel a pit of disappointment in my stomach. Last, night was amazing, but apparently not for you. Cursing your name under my breath I walk to the kitchen wanting some coffee to wake up and help me process why I’m so salty about you leaving.
As I round the corner to the kitchen, I see you sitting at counter drinking coffee. A bag from the local bagel place is on the counter and another coffee, presumably for me. I wasn’t expecting you to be here. Your eyes follow me as I stand on the other side of the counter.
“Good morning, is this coffee for me?” I ask, not meeting your eyes. I can feel you starting at me.
You still haven’t responded when I look up at you. After a tense moment of eye contact, you say “yes, Lass”, and return to your paper. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
I eat a half a bagel and drink my coffee, thinking about last night, and what this means. I’m so lost in my thoughts I don’t realize your behind me until I feel you trap me against the counter between your arms. You lean your mouth up to my left ear and nibble on my lobe. My heart begins to race as you say, “I enjoyed last night very much. And I’d like to see you again.”
You ask if I want to see you again as you suck my ear lobe into your mouth. I brace myself against the counter panting, feel my pussy being to ache.
You turn me around and wrap your hands behind my thighs and lift me onto the counter. Standing between my legs, one hand caressing my thigh, the other cupping my cheek, I close my eyes and relish this intimate touch. Distracted by the hand that traces my lazy circles on my inner thigh, I don’t notice your other hand slide down to my throat. As you wrap your hand around my neck applying gentle pressure, you ask, “Did you enjoy being filled with my cock last night?” I close my eyes and nod my head yes. You increase the pressure on my throat and I open my eyes and look at you. “Speak”. I lick my lips and say, “yes”.
“Yes, what?” “Yes, I enjoyed being filled with your cock last night… Sir”. I say in a rush. You pull me to you by the throat and kiss me.
The hand on my thigh pulls at my robe string, revealing my naked body beneath. Your gaze roams over my body in a way that makes me squirm. You pinch my hardened nipple and roll it between your fingers. I release a soft sigh as you release my throat and begin teasing both my nipples.
You lean in to kiss my mouth and your hands grab both of my legs and raise them until my feet are on the counter, on the sides of my body. I lean back on my hands to brace myself. This position spread my lips open as you caress up and down my thighs. My legs begin to tremble with need.
You gently caress my clitoris. “Who’s pussy is this?” I’m lost in the sensation of your touch and am quickly jolted out of my daze when you smack my pussy. A wave of sharp pain follow by warm tingly pleasure has me gasping and almost yelling. “It’s your pussy Sir!”. You take your cock out and rub the head against my slit. Coating your cock in the juices leaking out of me.
“Does my little slut want some more of this cock.” ” Yes Sir, please let me have more of your cock.” We both watch as your cock slowly disappears inside me. The delicious sensation of being stuffed full has me rolling my eyes and letting my head fall back. “Look at me”, you demand as you being to thrust into me. When I meet your eyes, you say, ” There’s my little slut.” You pick up the pace of your thrusting, pounding your cock into me. You growl and grab me by the throat again. Cutting off my air as you ravage my pussy. I moan loudly as a pressure starts to build in me. I reach one hand up and pinch my nipple. “Please Sir, I’m going to cum”. You continue using my pussy like the fuckhole it is. My toes start to tingle and my body shakes. I can’t hold on any longer. I scream as this wave of euphoria hits me and I feel the pressure inside me release. It feels amazing. But it’s different. I look down and I swear I’m peeing all over you. And the kitchen floor. My pussy convulse and the stream dies. And I’m panting and flush comes over me, I’m so embarrassed. I start to cover my body with my arms and whisper,”im sorry”. As tears form in my eyes, I squeeze them shut, because this is torture.
“Lass”, you say gently. I can’t look at you. You grab my chin and say “look at me”, in that tone I must obey. I look at your eyes, but I don’t see anger or disgust. They are soft. You ask me if that’s ever happened before. Pleading, “I say no never”. You smile and I’m confused. “You just squirted. It’s incredibly sexy, Lass. I’m going to make you do it again.” I’m confused. Before I get the chance to ask you for more explanation. As you kiss me deeply, teasing my tongue with yours, I feel your cock sliding back inside me. Once again you start to thrust, quickening your pace until you are pounding me with wild abandon, I start to panic that pressure is back. “Sir, please it’s too much” you don’t stop. I whimper. “Please”. You look up from when your watching cock enter me and grab my throat tightly and say, ” Let go, lass. I want to feel my little slut squirt all over me”. My body is yours as it responds to your commands. I let go and the pleasure has me crying out, head thrown back. But you don’t stop fucking me. If anything it feels like your trying to pound me into the counter. With no warning and deep growl you bury your self in me and I feel your cock swell as you unload you semen into me. You groan as your thrust into me slowly the pull out watching as your cum start to seep out of me. Panting you look at me, then your watch and say you have to go. When I find the ability to speak you’ve just walked out the door. I climb off the counter, my hips sore from the position of our morning trist. I close my robe walk to the bathroom to relieve myself. I give up trying to clean my messy pussy and just get in the shower. I stand under the hot water trying to make sense of the last 15 hours and I don’t know where to begin.
I turn off the water, dry my body and crawl into my bed sheets feeling drained. I hear my phone chime from my purse, somewhere in the house, but I decide it can be dealt with later. I hear it chime two more times as I drift off to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/onh53m/a_scottish_treat_part_2