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cock.
“Please, Sir,” I begged him as he teased my tits some more. The way I was rubbing against the chair was bringing me close to an orgasm, one that would be against all sorts of rules if I didn’t get his permission first. “Let me suck it. Let me put it in my mouth…”
“No,” he said sharply, taking a step back. I whimpered but didn’t move, only looked up at him as he added, “Get dressed. You’re coming home with me to Orwin Manor. I have something to give you there.”
I was a soaking wet mess down below and the chair was all slippery. As I stood, my juices trickled down my thighs and I knew Tyler saw. It only made him smile.
“I need a shower,” I said meekly, but he shook his head.
“No. You need to do as you’re told.”
I turned away and began to head toward my room, my knees quaking every step of the way. Tyler swatted my ass so hard it echoed through my apartment, and I yelped as the sting rushed through me. My robe wasn’t much of a barrier between his hand and my bruises and welts.
“Next time, perhaps you’ll remember to say, ‘Sir,’ ” he told me.
I would remember. Even when I’d served my purpose and Tyler inevitably stopped inflicting this delicious torment on me, there was no way I would ever forget.
The last time I’d been to Orwin Manor, Mitchell had summoned a driver for me. This time, Tyler was my driver and the trip turned out much more interesting.
As soon as we’d abandoned the main roads and turned onto the rambling lane through the woods, he reached down and touched a button near the bottom of the door. His seat inched back until there was just enough room between his hips and the steering wheel for me to fit my head. I could see his pants were still wet and his cock was still hard. For my part, the panties I’d only just put on were already soaked through.
“Unbuckle your seatbelt,” he said.
I should have hesitated. This was dangerous. Tyler was a good driver, I was sure, and the two-lane road was quiet, but years of being told to wear a seatbelt lest I wanted to risk flying through the windshield had made me wary. But when Tyler gave his command, my only thought was to obey. I released myself from the confines of the seatbelt and waited for my next order.
“Open my pants,” he said. That was a directive I could much more eagerly abide.
I leaned over and undid his belt, my fingers shaking all the while with anticipation. I slipped his button through the hole and then lowered his zipper, revealing the sopping wet fabric of his boxer briefs. His cockhead had surpassed the waistband, peeking out over it just a little. It was red and dripping with a bead of cream. My mouth watered, but I knew I had to resist the temptation until Tyler said otherwise.
He made me wait, too. The bastard. He waited until my nipples were hard and poking through my bra before he finally relented.
“Go ahead. Give it a suck.”
I slipped underneath his arm and put my face in his crotch. The smell of him was intoxicating. He had a thick, masculine musk that drove every cell in my body toward combustion. As I slipped down the band of his underwear, his cock sprang out to greet me and to my delight, smacked right against my lips and left a long, pearlescent trail connecting me to it.
I licked my lips. He tasted like the smell of a wildfire—smoky and earthen. I bowed my head and started with his balls, denying myself immediate gratification for the reward of making Tyler squirm.
I sucked one of his nuts into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it and stroking his base with my hand as he spread his legs to afford me more room. His balls twitched in my mouth, promising a big load of cum if I kept that up. I moved on to the next one, circling it with the tip of my tongue before puckering my lips and giving it a sweet little suck. Tyler groaned and I felt a little more of his lust dribble over my
“Please, Sir,” I begged him as he teased my tits some more. The way I was rubbing against the chair was bringing me close to an orgasm, one that would be against all sorts of rules if I didn’t get his permission first. “Let me suck it. Let me put it in my mouth…”
“No,” he said sharply, taking a step back. I whimpered but didn’t move, only looked up at him as he added, “Get dressed. You’re coming home with me to Orwin Manor. I have something to give you there.”
I was a soaking wet mess down below and the chair was all slippery. As I stood, my juices trickled down my thighs and I knew Tyler saw. It only made him smile.
“I need a shower,” I said meekly, but he shook his head.
“No. You need to do as you’re told.”
I turned away and began to head toward my room, my knees quaking every step of the way. Tyler swatted my ass so hard it echoed through my apartment, and I yelped as the sting rushed through me. My robe wasn’t much of a barrier between his hand and my bruises and welts.
“Next time, perhaps you’ll remember to say, ‘Sir,’ ” he told me.
I would remember. Even when I’d served my purpose and Tyler inevitably stopped inflicting this delicious torment on me, there was no way I would ever forget.
The last time I’d been to Orwin Manor, Mitchell had summoned a driver for me. This time, Tyler was my driver and the trip turned out much more interesting.
As soon as we’d abandoned the main roads and turned onto the rambling lane through the woods, he reached down and touched a button near the bottom of the door. His seat inched back until there was just enough room between his hips and the steering wheel for me to fit my head. I could see his pants were still wet and his cock was still hard. For my part, the panties I’d only just put on were already soaked through.
“Unbuckle your seatbelt,” he said.
I should have hesitated. This was dangerous. Tyler was a good driver, I was sure, and the two-lane road was quiet, but years of being told to wear a seatbelt lest I wanted to risk flying through the windshield had made me wary. But when Tyler gave his command, my only thought was to obey. I released myself from the confines of the seatbelt and waited for my next order.
“Open my pants,” he said. That was a directive I could much more eagerly abide.
I leaned over and undid his belt, my fingers shaking all the while with anticipation. I slipped his button through the hole and then lowered his zipper, revealing the sopping wet fabric of his boxer briefs. His cockhead had surpassed the waistband, peeking out over it just a little. It was red and dripping with a bead of cream. My mouth watered, but I knew I had to resist the temptation until Tyler said otherwise.
He made me wait, too. The bastard. He waited until my nipples were hard and poking through my bra before he finally relented.
“Go ahead. Give it a suck.”
I slipped underneath his arm and put my face in his crotch. The smell of him was intoxicating. He had a thick, masculine musk that drove every cell in my body toward combustion. As I slipped down the band of his underwear, his cock sprang out to greet me and to my delight, smacked right against my lips and left a long, pearlescent trail connecting me to it.
I licked my lips. He tasted like the smell of a wildfire—smoky and earthen. I bowed my head and started with his balls, denying myself immediate gratification for the reward of making Tyler squirm.
I sucked one of his nuts into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it and stroking his base with my hand as he spread his legs to afford me more room. His balls twitched in my mouth, promising a big load of cum if I kept that up. I moved on to the next one, circling it with the tip of my tongue before puckering my lips and giving it a sweet little suck. Tyler groaned and I felt a little more of his lust dribble over my
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