thrust to the back of my mouth. My gag reflex kicked in and I coughed.
He pulled out. I caught my breath, but I couldn’t help but notice the mess I made on his cock with all of my saliva.
“Sorry, Master.”
“No, that was good. Again.”
He slipped his cock head through my lips. This time, my gag reflex didn’t kick in and I could take him deeper. He pulled out, fearing I would have a bad reaction, but the truth was, I enjoyed seeing him get off like that.
His cock looked red and on edge. Didn’t he want to continue? I wanted to keep going. I wanted to drain those full balls of all their cum.
“Almost time to fuck you,” he said.
Almost?
I wanted badly to scream at him, to berate him for not fucking me. I couldn’t do that to my Master. I needed to shut my mouth and take the whipping. After all, I just told him I trusted him.
He cracked the whip off the ground as he circled me. Then he came to my rear again, and he cracked it near me. I jolted on the cushion, almost flying off it. I decided to hug it to stay on. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, waiting for it.
“This hurts more than the paddle. Remember, as soon as we’re done, you’ll be milked. Just keeping thinking of that, that release as I finally milk you and make you come.”
I heard the whip through the air for a second, the same second it broke over my ass. He had excellent aim. I feared it might hit my lower back or even my pussy, but he struck right between the highest point of my ass cheeks, striking that soft flesh.
It burned. I slowed my breathing, trying to regain composure.
The next strike brought tears to my eyes. I scrambled up the cushion, but then fell right back down, knowing I would only be disciplined harder for my disobedience.
I thought there would be another, but it didn’t come. His hands massaged my ass, a welcome feeling after all those marks he would leave me in the morning. He gave my ass a playful smack, liking the way it jiggled, but even the small spank was enough to cause a major sting. I would be sore for days, but like my Master said, I would get used to it.
“You’ve been good. I think you deserve this,” he said.
His hands lowered to my thighs. I didn’t want to seem overly anxious, but I was sure my thighs swung wide to let him in. His fingers brushed my soaked pussy lips. I let out a deep, long moan, letting him know that he should continue. I didn’t think I could last.
That familiar sensation occurred in my chest. It wouldn’t be long until I started leaking. Would that mean more paddling? I needed to save my milk for my Master.
His finger entered me. The bliss rocketed through me, but I needed more. He stroked me slowly yet firmly, pressing against my tight walls, getting tighter as I sucked him in.
“Nice and tight, my lovely sub,” he groaned.
He pressed in deeper. Then he pulled out, and went in again, this time, gingerly rubbing against my sweet spot. I clawed at the cushion, trying to stay. I looked behind me, giving him a look that told him I needed him.
Knowing that desperate look, my Master pulled his finger out. Then he brought his cock head against my pussy lips. He ground against me, but didn’t dip his tip in. I needed him inside. He rubbed against my juiciness, getting himself slick.
“Master, please, I don’t know if I can take it.”
It figured. I could take the paddling and whipping, but I couldn’t take his cock.
“I can’t take it either,” he said, and then he grabbed me by the hips and pulled. I let loose on the cushion. Turning around, he laid me out on it. My Master lowered it with a remote, bringing the sex cushion down to a level even with his cock. I spread my legs, inviting him in. My breasts were still contained in that cow print bikini top. They looked enormous, and with my constant heavy breathing, made them jump and catch his eye.
He ripped my top free as he pressed his cock inside me. He filled me. If he hadn’t worked me over, I don’t know if
He pulled out. I caught my breath, but I couldn’t help but notice the mess I made on his cock with all of my saliva.
“Sorry, Master.”
“No, that was good. Again.”
He slipped his cock head through my lips. This time, my gag reflex didn’t kick in and I could take him deeper. He pulled out, fearing I would have a bad reaction, but the truth was, I enjoyed seeing him get off like that.
His cock looked red and on edge. Didn’t he want to continue? I wanted to keep going. I wanted to drain those full balls of all their cum.
“Almost time to fuck you,” he said.
Almost?
I wanted badly to scream at him, to berate him for not fucking me. I couldn’t do that to my Master. I needed to shut my mouth and take the whipping. After all, I just told him I trusted him.
He cracked the whip off the ground as he circled me. Then he came to my rear again, and he cracked it near me. I jolted on the cushion, almost flying off it. I decided to hug it to stay on. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, waiting for it.
“This hurts more than the paddle. Remember, as soon as we’re done, you’ll be milked. Just keeping thinking of that, that release as I finally milk you and make you come.”
I heard the whip through the air for a second, the same second it broke over my ass. He had excellent aim. I feared it might hit my lower back or even my pussy, but he struck right between the highest point of my ass cheeks, striking that soft flesh.
It burned. I slowed my breathing, trying to regain composure.
The next strike brought tears to my eyes. I scrambled up the cushion, but then fell right back down, knowing I would only be disciplined harder for my disobedience.
I thought there would be another, but it didn’t come. His hands massaged my ass, a welcome feeling after all those marks he would leave me in the morning. He gave my ass a playful smack, liking the way it jiggled, but even the small spank was enough to cause a major sting. I would be sore for days, but like my Master said, I would get used to it.
“You’ve been good. I think you deserve this,” he said.
His hands lowered to my thighs. I didn’t want to seem overly anxious, but I was sure my thighs swung wide to let him in. His fingers brushed my soaked pussy lips. I let out a deep, long moan, letting him know that he should continue. I didn’t think I could last.
That familiar sensation occurred in my chest. It wouldn’t be long until I started leaking. Would that mean more paddling? I needed to save my milk for my Master.
His finger entered me. The bliss rocketed through me, but I needed more. He stroked me slowly yet firmly, pressing against my tight walls, getting tighter as I sucked him in.
“Nice and tight, my lovely sub,” he groaned.
He pressed in deeper. Then he pulled out, and went in again, this time, gingerly rubbing against my sweet spot. I clawed at the cushion, trying to stay. I looked behind me, giving him a look that told him I needed him.
Knowing that desperate look, my Master pulled his finger out. Then he brought his cock head against my pussy lips. He ground against me, but didn’t dip his tip in. I needed him inside. He rubbed against my juiciness, getting himself slick.
“Master, please, I don’t know if I can take it.”
It figured. I could take the paddling and whipping, but I couldn’t take his cock.
“I can’t take it either,” he said, and then he grabbed me by the hips and pulled. I let loose on the cushion. Turning around, he laid me out on it. My Master lowered it with a remote, bringing the sex cushion down to a level even with his cock. I spread my legs, inviting him in. My breasts were still contained in that cow print bikini top. They looked enormous, and with my constant heavy breathing, made them jump and catch his eye.
He ripped my top free as he pressed his cock inside me. He filled me. If he hadn’t worked me over, I don’t know if
Similar Books
