Sunday Mornings

I smile as I feel your warm breath on my face before you kiss me gently. I can feel your cock resting on top of my pussy and I wake further. I open my eyes when you stop kissing me and admire the sight of you holding your body over mine. I lift my head off the pillow and kiss you, running my hand up over your shoulder to the back of your head. I moan softly as your tongue brushes against mine. I move my hips brushing my pussy against your cock. I reach for your cock with my hand and you take my hand in yours and pin it down beside my head. Inside I smile as I kiss you deeper and reach down with my other hand. You grasp my wrist before I can reach your cock, and pin that one beside my head too. The smooth skin of my mound brushes up and down the length of your cock as I try to position myself on you. When you kiss my neck I tell you that I need you, now. You shush me and plant a trail of light kisses down to my nipple. I gasp as you lick and suck, it's rare that you're so tender with me and I'm waiting to feel your teeth graze me there. I can feel the warm moisture pooling between the lips of my pussy, I crave your cock. I lift my hips up off the bed and press myself against you as you kiss me again with an intensity that mirrors my desire.

You take my hand and place it on my pussy and I start to play with my clit. You tell me to play faster then tell me I'm not to cum as you push the head of your cock inside me. You push deeper inside, agonisingly slowly and I embrace your cock in my wetness. You watch my face as you withdraw your cock, then kiss me as you re-enter. My fingers still working over my swollen clit as your groin presses against them, the head of your cock resting against my cervix. You tease me with your cock like this for quite some time. I begin to whimper, my climax threatening to arrive.
"Don't you dare", you tell me.
"Can I stop playing please?"
You smile and tell me no, then start to thrust inside me hard, knocking my hand each time. I ask you again to please let me stop and you place your hand over my mouth and tell me to shush. You tell me that I can stop when you're good and ready. My desperate pleas are muffled by your hand as you start to fuck me hard.

I feel relief as I recognise the expression on your face and know that you are close.
"Play hard", you order through gritted teeth.
I shake my head to tell you no but follow your order anyway.
"Now", you manage to say before holding your cock deep inside me. I let myself go, my pussy convulses around your cock as it swells, filling me up with your hot cum. When you lower your body onto mine I sigh, contented. I listen to the sound of our breathing as my pussy intermittently twitches on your gradually softening cock.

A Clean House Makes a Happy Home

I looked at the clock in the kitchen, I had ten minutes until He arrived home from work.  Dinner was in the oven and would be ready at 7.30pm, the time He insisted we ate every night.  I gave the house a quick look over – it was spotless and I was exhausted.  I poured myself a glass of wine and sat on the couch in my uniform; black heels, fishnets, and a traditional French maid's outfit made less so with the chest section missing so as to display my beasts - He says that they are too beautiful to be covered up behind closed doors.  I was confident that He would be pleased with my efforts today. 
 
I heard His knock at the front door - He never let Himself in, He liked for me to have to answer the door to Him dressed in my uniform.  He had a specific knock so that I knew it was Him and didn't answer the door to anyone else by mistake when dressed that way.  I rushed to the door, checked my hair in the mirror in the hallway and opened the door with a big smile on my face; I was always so happy to have Him back home.
"Good evening Sir"
"Good evening miss", He handed me His coat to put away as He walked by me straight into the sitting room.
 
When I made my way back to the sitting room He was running His finger along the mantlepiece checking for dust.  I was relaxed enough until I noticed His eyes move to the glass of wine on the side table a flash of disapproval flashed in them.  
"I see you finished your chores early today?  Early enough to drink in the afternoon?"  He picked up my glass and waited for me to answer.
"No Sir, I just sat down five minutes before you arrived home.
"I see...take a seat.  Here, enjoy your wine",  He handed the glass to me and waited.
I sat and hesitantly took a sip, "thank You Sir".
He left the room and I sat motionless, listening to the sound of Him moving around the house.  He was inspecting my work.
 
I could hear Him rustling about in the kitchen, cupboard doors opening and slamming closed.  I began to feel uneasy the longer he was in there.  I heard the water running, He called to me a few moments after it stopped.  As I entered the kitchen I registered the giant wooden spoon hanging on the kitchen wall behind Him, the spoon that I had come to respect and fear.  It was exactly a metre long, made of mahogany and had the words "A clean house makes a happy home..." burned into the length of the handle. 
I gasped as I noticed the kitchen floor - it was covered in coffee granules and cereal.  The running water I'd heard earlier was the mop bucket being filled, it was in the centre of the floor filled with hot soapy water, a cloth floated in the bubbles.
"You think that this is acceptable?  You think you have time to sit and drink wine when My kitchen is in this mess?"
His cool demeanour was making me panic.
"No Sir, of course not!  I'm sorry", I quickly dropped to my knees and took the rag out of the hot water.  I wringed it out and started clearing the mess.  I winced as the pieces of cereal and coffee dug painfully into my knees as I wiped at the floor and gathered the debris in the rag. 
 
I could hear Him tutting and huffing impatiently behind me.
"Faster girl.  My dear, you are a lazy one today aren't you?  Perhaps a little motivation will move you along..."
Thwack!!
The spoon hit me square on my ass, I yelped and desperately tried to clear the mess more quickly. 
"Faster girl come on!  Put some effort into it you lazy mare!"
I scrambled to work faster, the faster I worked the faster...and harder it seemed, the thwacks came.  As I scrambled around on the floor the coffee granules were leaving a trail of colour in the wet, already cleaned parts of the floor.  I was fighting a losing battle. He was relentless with the spoon and He was barking orders at me but I wasn't processing the words. My vision had blurred through my tears and I tried to focus on getting the job done as quickly as possible. My arms were trembling as I wrung out the cloth in the bucket ready to wipe over the trail of coffee marks that looked like a road map drawn all over the tiled floor.
"Get up", He pulled me up by my hair and dragged me over to the kitchen table.
His hand still gripping my hair He bent me over the table and used His other hand to pull down my panties. Seconds later He pushed Himself inside me, forcing a sharp moan to expel from my lips. He started pounding me hard, His hand grabbed my shoulder for leverage, His fingers dug into my bone, bruising me. The edge of the table pressed cruelly into my thighs with every forward thrust. He yanked my hair hard and let out a deep groan as He came inside me. His hands left me and I felt Him wipe His cock on my ass before He put it away.
 
"You are a good little maid", He ruffled His fingers in my hair and pulled my shoulders for me to straighten up. He lowered to one knee and gently brushed at the remnants of coffee and cereal that had stuck to my knees.
"Go get yourself cleaned up babygirl."
 

Stress Relief

Master was under a lot of pressure and I figured He needed some way to unwind. It was the perfect opportunity for me to get His hands on my ass as I saw it. Whilst we were talking on the phone one morning I presented Him with an offer: I would book into a hotel for one night and wait there for Him. If He chose to join me I'd be at His service to offer Him some relief in any way He chose. He told me that He'd keep it in mind. Later that day I booked the hotel and emailed the details to Him.

A few days later I found myself in a strange hotel room wondering if I was finally going to see Him. I fussed around for a while and made sure everything was perfect, a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket 'just in case'. I'd told Him I'd be there from 5pm onwards; at 5pm I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

I looked at the clock for what felt like the millionth time; it was 7pm and still no sign of Him, I'd not heard from Him all day either. I tried not to get upset and told myself to wait until 8.00pm before I gave up and left - there was no point in my spending the night there alone, that would be even more depressing. I focused my mind on the possibilities of the night were He to show up - the time flew by as my mind worked overtime. By 8.00pm I was extremely aroused and even more desperate, if that was possible, for Him to show up. I didn't want to make anymore of a fool of myself though so I got up and started gathering my things together, taking my time in hope that I'd be interrupted by a knock on the door. I had no such luck though. I left the champagne there, grabbed my bag and left feeling deflated.

On the way down in the lift I looked at my reflection in the mirrored walls. I looked good in my little black dress, it was such I shame I'd not gotten chance to show it off. The ping sounded as the lift came to a stop on the ground floor. The doors opened and I dropped my bag.
"Going somewhere angel?"
I couldn't stop the smile spreading across my face.
"I didn't think you were coming Master", He entered the lift and asked which floor we were on, His face deadpan.
"Your impatience is disappointing. It seems my plan for this evening will be perfectly appropriate to your behaviour", I told Him that I was sorry.
He leaned forward and kissed the top of my head and told me I should be.

Taking the card for the door from me He led the way to the room, my heart was hammering in my chest as I followed Him down the hallway. Once inside He spotted the champagne immediately and told me to pour a glass while He used the bathroom. I watched with lustful eyes as He removed His suit jacket and placed it on the back of the chair. I poured our drinks and perched myself on the end of the bed. When He came out of the bathroom He looked confused.
"Why are you sat down? Stand up and put your glass down. Take off your dress and stand with your hands above your head."
I stood immediately placing my glass on the side and pulling my dress off over my head. I stood with my hands held high above my head and waited for His next instruction. He picked up his glass of champagne and sat on the end of the bed. His eyes exploring the whole of my body inch by inch it seemed. He sat and supped as He stared until He'd finished the glass. My arms ached and my fingers had turned cold.

He stood and traced the lip of his empty glass under my breast and down my stomach to the waist of my knickers. I held my breath as the cold glass traced a path over my skin. He turned away and poured Himself a refill, taking His place at the end of the bed again. I ached for Him as I silently watched Him drink, my whole body was calling for His touch.
"Take off your bra", I lowered my arms slowly and reached behind me to unclasp my bra.
I pulled both straps slowly over my shoulders before slipping it off completely to reveal my pert breasts. I relaxed my arms and clasped my hands behind my back.
"Turn", I turned around so that I had my back to Him.
"Ankles", I parted my legs slightly and bent at the waist to place my hands around my ankles.
I could see Him through the gap in my legs; He had placed His empty glass down and was casually rolling His shirt sleeves up whilst staring at my ass.

His palm landed on my ass with a light smack.
"Count them angel"
"One Sir", a second smack on the same cheek, no harder than the last.
"Two Sir", the throbbing in my pussy was at the forefront of my mind as my Master spanked my ass with His hand.
I'd counted 12 before He pulled my knickers down over my ass. Another 12 of the same and my ass was feeling warmer and tingly. When His palm smoothed over my cheeks every now and then between spanks it was like a small electric current rippling through my body. His hand rubbed my wet pussy and I let out a moan, an involuntary shiver ran through me. He kept rubbing, I could hear his fingers sliding over me and felt a little ashamed of how obviously aroused I was. My moans became more frequent as I felt my climax build, He stopped rubbing, removed His hand completely.

He smacked my ass again, harder that time. He paused, I waited...and waited. I turned my head to try and see His face - He looked impatient.
"We seem to be forgetting something?"
I was confused for a moment before I clicked on.
"One Sir?"
"Well give the girl a gold star! You've earned yourself 12 more", I could smacked myself!
"Yes Sir", the word Sir had barely left my lips before His palm crashed down on my ass.
I stumbled forward and He told me to hold onto the dresser, He wasn't close to done yet. I reached out for the dresser - it was just about in reach but I had to stretch. I counted with difficulty as He spanked me hard, fought with myself not to move. His caresses between spanks, though delightful, did not distract enough from the heat I felt in my ass. At some point I managed to lose count so He said we had to start from the beginning. I was exhausted and crying by the time He stopped. I could hear Him breathing quite heavily from the exertion.
"Go to the bed and lay on your stomach", I stood up straight and rolled my shoulders to loosen my muscles as I made my way to the bed.
I laid on the bed and He came and laid beside me. His hand gently stroked my ass as He gently kissed my mouth. At some point I fell asleep in His arms; I woke at 12.30am and He was gone.

One, Divided by Two, Equals...

David watched Sarah as she placed some paperwork on his desk. He admired her slim body, his eyes lingering on the hint of cleavage she had showing. Her blouse and suit jacket hid the shape of her DD breasts but David could remember every detail; the firm flesh, the smooth alabaster surround to those beautiful dark pink nipples - just thinking about them made his cock stir. She smiled at him as she turned to leave his office and he watched her ass as she left. He shook his head in an attempt to return his focus back to his work. He was expecting a client shortly and had to prepare for the meeting.

As Sarah glanced out the window she noticed a silver Mercedes pull into the firm's car park. She recognised the car; it belonged to Mark Phillips, David's old friend and client. She liked it when Mark came to the office, David was always in a good mood afterwards. There was something about the man that she liked but she couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly. She quickly checked her reflection in the hand mirror that she kept in her desk drawer and adjusted her blouse, ensuring that 'the girls' looked good.

"Hi Sarah. How are you?"
"I'm very good thanks Mark. I'll just see if David's ready", she felt her cheeks flushing as she pressed the button to ring through to his office.
"David, Mark Phillips is here...okay, I'll send him in", she looked up at Mark and smiled brightly, "you can go ahead to his office".
"Thanks for your help, a pleasure as always Miss", he winked at her and headed for his accountant's personal office.
Mark made his way to David's office, a small smile playing on his lips. He did love to see that girl blush as she spoke to him.

The two men had a quick catch up as they'd not seen each other for a couple of weeks. They went over the business that they needed to and then reverted back to guy banter. They were discussing the virtues of some of the female staff at the firm when David had an idea. David called Sarah and asked her to bring a note pad with her.
"I just need you to do some note taking for a few minutes", Sarah arrived a couple of minutes later.
"There aren't enough chairs unfortunately, here just come sit on my knee", David tapped his knee for her to sit.
"Very funny David", she laughed and shook her head at Mark.
"It's ok, Mark's one of my oldest friends...he knows everything about me", he gave Sarah a meaningful look which seemed to appease her because she perched herself on the end of his knee, pen and writing pad in hand.

David placed his hands on Sarah's knees and, as he and Mark discussed business and Sarah made copious notes, his hands slowly made their way up her legs. His hands midway up her thighs he pulled at them gently, indicating that she should part her legs. The flow of his sentences didn't falter as her thighs fought against his hands. She stopped writing and looked at David, her eyes asking him what the hell he was playing at. He gave her one firm nod and continued his discussion with Mark, his hands pulling at her thighs again. She parted them reluctantly and focused her full attention on taking down the notes. She knew full well that as soon as Mark's eyes looked up from the file he had resting in his lap he would have a perfect view of her parted legs, stocking tops and underwear too. David's hands travelled to the tops of Sarah's inner thighs, his fingers stroked the soft skin at he creases where her underwear met the very top of her inner leg. She became aware that Mark had noticed this when he stopped mid-sentence. She glanced up from her note pad and saw him staring at her lap, her damp underwear on display.

She'd removed her suit jacket before going to David's office. His hands moved from between her legs and glided slowly up the front of her body, up between arms and to the top button fastened at her chest. Whilst explaining to Mark that the projections for the coming quarter were a worry he unfastened the first button. She stopped breathing, waiting to see how the man sat opposite would react. She let out her breath and relaxed very slightly when he continued to watch, no evidence of any offence being taken etched on his face. She was almost certain she saw lustful eyes behind those designer frames.

Mark couldn't believe his eyes, he watched with great interest as his friend unwrapped the gorgeous package just across the desk from him. She was blushing again - he loved that. He also loved the view of her white knickers between her long tanned thighs. He shifted uncomfortably as his cock strained against his trousers. David had unbuttoned her blouse all the way down to the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down over her shoulders. Her breasts looked amazing cradled in the white lace balconette bra. Her tanned skin a delicious contrast to the bright white he thought.

David took the note pad from Sarah and tossed it on the floor. He took her left hand and placed it on his crotch. Her hand remained frozen there whilst he unhooked her bra at the back and pulled the straps down to join her blouse at her elbows. Her tanned nipples stiffened further on contact with the cooler air in the office. He cradled one breast, massaging it as his other hand returned to between her legs. She turned her head and rested it in the crook of David's neck hiding her face from Mark - she felt more than a little self conscious. David rubbed the crotch of her underwear, the dampness there a tell tale sign that she was into the display. Her hand moving over his crotch was another sure sign that she was willing to continue. She parted her legs further and pressed her pussy closer against David's hand. The movement of her hand over his cock told him that she was ready to take things a step further.

Time was getting on a bit and David had another appointment in half an Hour. He told Sarah to stand and he got out of his chair. He bent her over his desk so that she was staring straight at Mark's chest, her head inches away from him. He pulled her knickers down to her mid-thigh and explored her pussy with his fingers. She gasped as his fingers ran over her clit.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself more than usual today Sarah judging by how wet you are. Does that have anything to do with Mark being here?" He laughed and slapped her ass playfully. Sarah recognised the sound of a zipper moments before the tip of David's cock nudged between the lips of her pussy. As he pushed himself inside her she glanced at Mark's lap then looked up at his face.
"That looks uncomfortable, can I help you with it?"
Mark grinned like the cat that got the cream and stood to unfasten his belt. He moved toward Sarah and she pulled his boxers down to reveal his cock. She took it in one hand and brought it straight to her mouth.
David had a hold of Sarah's hips and was thrusting in and out of her in long hard movements.

Sarah couldn't believe she was at work in the middle of the day, bent over a desk getting fucked by two men. As she felt Mark's hands grip her hair at the back of her head she sank her mouth further onto his length, taking him deep. She moaned on his cock as David played with her clit and fucked her steadfastly. The small room was filled with sex, the heat, the sounds; breathing getting quicker, Sarah's sounds of pleasure muffled by the hard cock invading the back of her throat as Mark took control and forced himself further inside her. David's thrusts picked up speed, Sarah was being knocked from both ends and she absolutely loved it. She gripped the edge of the desk tightly as she began to cum, David's fingers still worked her clit relentlessly. Then, as though planned, both men almost simultaneously paused. David pulled his cock out of her pussy quickly, she felt his hot cum land on her ass cheek as Mark's cock twitched and swelled in her mouth before filling her throat with his own.

Later at her desk Sarah scanned David's calendar looking for his next appointment with Mark and hoped for a repeat performance.

Put In My Place

I had to be home by 6.30pm after work everyday but that day I wasn't in the mood to do as I was told. He'd been particularly cold with me that morning and I was sulking so I decided to spend a little longer at my spot in the park. I stopped at that bench every evening on the way home and sat for 20 minutes watching the birds in the water on the lake. It was a great spot for thinking and relaxing my mind after a busy day at the office.

I glanced at my watch, the time display showed 6.35pm. "Humph, that'll show him!" I thought to myself. Already I could feel a nervousness building inside me. I knew that I would be in trouble for being late but I scowled and reassured myself in my mind that I was in the right. My eyes were aimed at the lake but my mind wasn't processing what I was seeing. I was too busy working myself up about the fact that he didn't even afford me so much as a glance in my direction when I spoke to him this morning.

Someone sat beside me on the bench disrupting my thoughts and bringing me back to the present. It had gotten quite dark by this point and I registered that I'd began to get cold. The person beside me cleared their throat and I became colder still. I recognised that sound and was afraid to turn my head - I knew exactly who I'd be looking at. The fact that he'd sat there in silence gave me a great idea of how angry he was with me.

I turned to face him knowing that putting it off would only make it worse. He smiled at me and I felt a flutter of panic in my chest.
"Hi, I was just about to leave. Sorry, I'm so late tonight Sir", I regretted my decision to be late the instant I heard him clearing his throat. I stood, ready to make my way back to the house with him.
"Sit", his voice remained calm which unnerved me all the more.
I sat back down, my hands in my lap, I nervously fiddled with my fingers.
"Look at me", I turned to look at him.
I blushed as he held my gaze, not allowing me to look away. Though I was worried about him being angry I could feel my pussy stirring - I couldn't help but get aroused while his eyes were on me, regardless of the situation.
"Come, sit on my knee", he shuffled forward on the bench and patted his left knee.
I hesitated momentarily before taking my place on his knee, my hands resting in my lap again as I settled myself there.

His left arm wrapped around my waist, his hand resting on my thigh he ran his hand up my leg, dragging my skirt with it. I grabbed the hem of my skirt to pull it back down and he slapped me sharply on the side of my thigh; I winced and let go of my skirt. Though it was around 7pm there were still people walking through the park - mainly dog walkers at that point. I really didn't want to be flashing my knickers to any passerby! His hand continued travelling up my thigh until he reached the crease where the leg bends from the hip. He moved his hand back down to my knee and pulled it firmly away from our bodies, spreading me fairly wide.
"Don't move", he instructed.
My face felt on fire as I panicked - I couldn't move, he was angry enough with me as it was; but what if somebody came by now, I would die of embarrassment. His hand moved swiftly back to the top of my thigh.
"You've been a very bad girl today Emma...you know what happens to bad girls don't you?"
"Yes Sir", I mumbled.
He pinched my thigh hard causing me to suck air in through my teeth.
"Yes Sir, they get punished", I answered him more clearly.
"Yes they do", he put his right hand down the v neck of my jumper causing it to stretch down and reveal my bra. He started massaging my breast and I struggled not to move. Inside I was squirming for two very different reasons; I knew that the material of my knickers would by now be very damp and his thumb brushing my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra was only going to increase my wetness. I was also struggling with myself - it was so hard to not tell him to stop, or to try and wriggle free from his grasp. Truth be told there was nothing physically holding me there, in place in his lap but I'd disappointed him once today, I wouldn't do it again.

The hand that was on my leg had worked it's way down to the front of my knickers and he was rubbing my pussy through the fabric. My heart started beating rapidly, my breath catching in my throat as I fought to remain silent. I could hear voices - there were people approaching. I looked at him, surely he could hear them too - why wasn't he stopping?! He pinched my nipple through my bra and I gasped. He increased the pressure against my clit as he rubbed my pussy. The voices were getting louder, the people getting closer, I couldn't remain silent any longer.
"Please, please Sir stop. I've learnt my lesson, I'm sorry", I moved to close my legs and earned myself another slap on the thigh - firmer this time. I corrected my position, his hand moved back to my pussy. Just as the voices gave a clue that the people were about to round the corner and see us he dipped his head and closed his mouth over my nipple.

The man saw me first and stopped mid-sentence when his mind processed what it was he was seeing. A split second later his female companion spotted us, her disapproval displayed clearly by her expression within fractions of a second. If the ground could have opened up and swallowed me right then and there I would have been eternally grateful.
"That is fucking disgusting! Have they no shame? Come on!" I shivered involuntarily as he pleasure rippled through my pussy as the lady dragged the man away by the elbow. I took little comfort in the fact that it wasn't broad day light. His teeth nipped at my nipple before his head raised. He removed his hand from my breast and felt my cheeks.
"Perfect", he smiled at the feel of my flushed face.
"I trust that will be the last time you're late Emma?"
"Yes Sir", a tear rolled down my cheek - I was mortified.
The only thing my mind could focus on was the fact that I was sure I knew that lady from somewhere...

And So It Begins...

She stands naked, her body trembling. She waits for him to say something, do something, speak to her. He stands before her, a metre away, his eyes drinking her in. She feels her cheeks flush as his eyes slowly scan her body, drinking in every detail, his expression neutral. She can hear her breath, shallow...her heart beat pounding in her ears. Her pussy quivers with desire - just one touch from him, a smile, a reassurance that he likes what he sees. She needs something, anything from him...but she knows that she will have to wait.

Her cheeks flush, warmer and warmer as he slowly begins to walk around her assessing her. God, she needs to feel him so badly. He circles her like an eagle circles their prey, biding their time, waiting for the right moment to strike. She feels so vulnerable, so...on display, here in this moment. She wants to cover her face with her hands, hide the fact that she is desperate for him. His eyes meet hers and they have changed, she can see a hunger in them now. He moves closer, she can feel his hot breath on her forehead as he towers over her. He pauses, allows the chemistry to pass between them like electric. Every nerve ending in her body reacting to his presence. It takes everything she has not to plead with him to touch her.

His hand moves like lightning to her breast and grips it with force. She lets out a sharp breath as the pain sears through the tender flesh of her breast, his thumb and forefinger dragging to her nipple, squeezing it cruelly, pulling it away from her body.
"Mine", a simple word escapes his lips and has the power to make her melt on the spot. He was going to take what was his and she was going to give herself to him...

A Little Treat

Breath catching, lips brushing, teeth nipping, tongue teasing...my legs spread, my fingers in your hair, my most sensitive area at the mercy of your mouth. Back arching, skin tingling, body trembling, pussy contracting, you insert your tongue and feel me cum.

I whisper "Thank you"

Imagining...

As I listened to his deep voice, thick with a Southern drawl, I could feel the wetness in my pussy build with each sentence. As he told me what he'd do to me, how he'd own my pussy if he were with me, I whimpered inside. He asked if I was touching my pussy as he spoke to me. When I asked him if I should, he told me if I asked him nicely maybe he'd let me...my pussy melted further still as I asked him if I could please touch myself. As my hand reached down the front of my panties and my fingers slipped between the slick lips of my wet pussy I sighed - my clit was swollen and desperate for attention. I massaged it as I listened to the sexy voice in my ear telling me that he'd have me on my knees, fucking my mouth for his own pleasure. I wanted to tell him that I'd love to feel his cock deep in my throat, his hand gripping my hair, holding my head tightly in place...words failed me though and the colour rose in my cheeks as I blushed, my fingers still playing with my throbbing clit.

I rubbed my pussy as I imagined him fucking me hard, knocking my plug into my ass with each thrust into my pussy. I closed my eyes as he began preparing me for my orgasm. He started to count down from five and I had a moment of panic, worried that I'd not be ready in time. I worked my fingers faster trying to ensure that I'd not miss the timing but as he drew out the last part of the count down I panicked that I'd cum too soon. I was relieved when I held out and had my orgasm on time...smiling as I heard the words 'good girl'. Comforted by the thought of being held, his hand running through my hair afterwards...