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To me it is the anticipation of whats is to come that makes sex great, here is a little role play that happened recently...
As soon as she entered the bar her eye’s momentarily flicked across to me, I beckoned her over with a tilt of my head; I noticed her gaze hardly stray up from my crotch.
I instructed her to fetch me a drink, as she walked to the bar, my gaze was drawn to her calves, the 5 inch stiletto heals exaggerated the definition and shape of her legs. The high heels caused her buttocks to jut out and sway in that familiar and feminine walk. Anne had taken care to dress carefully knowing that the crisp starched white blouse would accentuate the plumpness and cleavage of her breasts, the wide black belt the narrowness of her waist, the curve of her behind sheathed in a tight black pencil skirt. All to soon she was back from the bar; I finished my drink quickly, Anne took my lead and drank hers down as well.
Without a word I stood up and walked out, she followed me to the car. As we drove I ordered that she raise the hem of her skirt, so that I could check that my instructions had been followed to the letter; shear seamed stockings, black suspender belt to contrast against the pale flesh of her thighs. “Your such a dirty tart, I ordered you to wear black panties, not red and look at you, no control at all, they’re already soiled and damp!” She immediately asked for my forgiveness, she knew there would be a punishment and the thought of what it might be caused her to squirm in her seat. “You will have to take them off straight away” I instructed.
There was a private lane to my house that no one else used, I pulled over and ordered Anne to get out, she walked to the front of the car and slowly pushed the damp red panties down her legs, her back to me so that I would have the best possible view as she stepped out of them. She walked the remaining 50 yards to the front door with her skirt hiked up and her panties in her hand, the glorious form of her fine legs and arse captured in the glare of the headlights as she sashayed toward the house.
As soon as we were inside, Anne knelt down in front of me and for the first time this evening looked up into my eyes, “ I’m so sorry, I’m such a naughty girl, don’t be to rough with me, please?” and with that, I caught her silky jet black hair by the pony tail and ordered her to unzip my fly and suck my cock. As my member came into view she moved her head away, I grabbed my hardening dick and slapped it across her pale cheeks leaving a trail of pre-cum on her skin, first one way then the other until I was fully engorged, then forced her head back and stuffed my cock between her puffy lip’s, her mouth parted and with a little whimper, a mixture of discomfort and increasing pleasure, she took my length into her mouth.
As she lost herself in sluttish wantonness she began to finger her wet pussy with one hand as the other pumped and twisted along the length of my cock, the slurping sounds evidence of her increasing excitement, I shouted too her to stop immediately, pulled her to her feet and forced her to walk ahead of me up the stairs. The sticky wetness from her sex glistened around her pierced pussy lips and caused the plump pink skin of her thighs to slide slickly against each other, I ordered her to bend over on the stairs and pull her cunt lips apart, so that I could fuck her. As the head of my cock nudged the sopping wetness of her cunt, she pushed back onto me and I slipped easily into her, she immediately shuddered as her first orgasm took her and flooded out onto my balls, the musky aroma of her filled my nostrils and enveloped my senses as I pounded into her, the demeaning words from my mouth were like bolts of pleasure to Anne as I poured out a tirade of sadistic vitriol that spoke of her sluttish, whore like behaviour. I was aware that I could take this only for so long, so pulled out and instructed her to turn over, I ripped the blouse apart, pert breasts exposed, pierced nipples hardened and engorged, a pink rash of excitement covered her chest and neck. She leaned forward and flicked the tip of her tongue over the pierced Frenum of my cock; only a few seconds elapsed until I felt the pumping bliss of my spunk rushing through my body and finally spurting what seemed like a flood of hot semen over Anne’s body. She quickly scooped up my cum, sucking it from her fingers, savouring the taste and smell of her Master.
After licking my manhood clean and with the tension inside us temporarily sated we retired to the lounge. Anne curled up at my feet, still looking forward to her deserved punishment.
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