“Thoughts on rimming?” Ally uttered the words as casually as any other morning greeting. But, it wasn’t any other morning greeting and my mind started spinning. I gave her the “one second” gesture and made a huge show out of stretching, yawning, and rubbing my eyes, trying to buy myself enough time to formulate an answer. “You’re never going to convince me that it’s possible to get truly clean down there. So, I’m going to politely decline out of cleanliness concerns.” I’m pretty sure Ally had already known what my answer would be, because without skipping a beat, she had a follow up. “Hmmmm…. what about receiving?” I could feel the smile playing on her face, even if the cup she was sipping from concealed her expression. I stroked my beard pensively, before I spoke. “I’m… not going to make you. But, I’m also not going to stop you.” Ally extricated her tight body from the chair and slipped over to me, “That works.” She declared simply, sealing it with a peck on my cheek. I watched her sashay back to the fridge, mouth slightly agape once again. Somehow, she managed to make a 10 foot walk across the house sexually charged and many times more intense than it should be. She must have felt my eyes on her perfectly juicy ass, because she turned to me with a fiery look, shaking her head gently.
“This is what happens to naughty girls.” I growled in Ally’s ear, as she lightly whimpered. The anal hook was held in place by her long, dark locks, pulling her head back awkwardly, as she tried to get somewhat comfortable. Her hands were cuffed together and the cuffs were then tied to the leg of the couch. “They get punished.” I punctuated my point by spanking her left ass cheek, causing her to to drop her head, pulling the attached hook further into her tightest hole. She yelped, but otherwise gave little indication that she was bothered by the affair. “Yes, master. Punish your slut for misbehaving.” I slapped her other cheek, eliciting a combination of a moan and a pained gasp, before climbing behind her. “If you insist.” My eyes were filled entirely with evil intent, as I brought my hands to her incredible, perky breasts. I fondled them roughly before using them as a counterbalance to plunge myself deep into her soaking wet pussy. “Ouch! Oh, yes!” She squealed as my cock filled her other hole and my body forced the anal hook into the deepest recesses of her slim frame. I hungrily pulled her hair, forcing her to look at what was happening to her. “Look, slut. Look at what you made master do to you.” Ally’s body actually quivered at the words, even as she cried out in pain. “Please, master, please hurt your slut for misbehaving. Please… fuck me.” I twisted a nipple before my hips began their assault on her holes.
It was already a beautiful morning, but Ally’s next words made it perfect. “I’m going to take a shower.” She declared matter-of-factly. I nodded, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge her, as I put another fork full of pancakes into my mouth. “You… you aren’t coming with?” I turned to face the beautiful brunette and realized why she sounded dejected. She had already shed her clothes and stood naked at the edge of the kitchen. I perked up every way possible as I strode towards her slowly. Her breathing quickened as I approached, causing her breasts to jiggle slightly. I could see the muscles in her abdomen tightening with each inhale, but I was drawn to the dark patch of hair pointing to her pussy. I finally reached her and lightly lifted her chin with a finger. “I think we need to get dirty first.”
*disclaimer: these stories are based on actual events with my slut. She also insisted upon this disclaimer.
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