He was due to come to my place within an hour, and we were discussing me getting on tinder so he could whore me out (he really wanted me to blow a guy, film it, then go back and show him the video and get him off… never happened, sadly); he told me to get swiping so he’d have some matches to look through that evening. I responded with “oh I’ve got matches, bitch, don’t worry.”
Obviously, that was unacceptable.
We had the understanding that I’d always be naked when I answered the door for him (I’m about 5’4″, almost an hourglass figure, very top heavy, but a smaller ass than I’d like), but this time he also wanted me to play with myself while he drove over, get myself almost to orgasm by the time he arrived… then he made me wait more by smoking a cigarette before coming in. I was soaking when I opened the door, ready to cum… his fingers strayed near my pussy but he pulled back and told me to turn around. He shut the door, set down his bag, and took off his jacket before spanking me, hard, and grabbed my throat from behind, whispering in my ear that my attitude needed fixing. He spanked me a couple more times, taunting me, commenting on how wet I was for him already. More than anything I wanted him to fuck me right there, in the entryway to the living room, harder than he ever had before.