“Please, say something Graham. I’m so sorry. You were going all uncle on me and I
wanted - I needed - more of your special medicine, your loving, your softness. I needed
it so badly that I had to trick you.” I took a deep breath and put my foot down once
more, determined this time to keep it there until he stopped. I took three stinging
thwacks, one on top of the other until I lifted my leg again with a sob.
Over the noise of my breathing I could hear him moving. A peep. His trousers dropping
to the floor. JT jutting out between his shirt tails. I wanted it so much but it had to
be on his terms, because he wanted to, because he wants me.
I hear him sit again. “Three to go,” he says.
“Yes my Master. For Forgiveness or for Punishment.” When I’m ready I lower my foot
again, brace to take all three no matter how hard they are. They are hard, no harder than
before, no softer. I keep my feet pressed to the floor to prove to him that I’ll take
what ever he wants.
When I can, after it stops, I hiss between my teeth, “I’m yours. To use as you wish. If
you stop I’ll fuck off, I promise you that.”
Oops. “Master.”
“Come here.”
I stand at last, the muscles in my legs complaining as I straighten. The burning on the
back of my thighs bringing tears pricking at my eyes. I keep them shut so he can’t see
them, he mustn’t. I turn, move to present because it opens my legs and offers him my
pegged nipples.
“Closer.”
I shuffle towards him until my toes bump his shoes. He can see, feel, smack anything he
wants to. It’s all his.
His feet move between my ankles and he slides forward until his thighs are forcing my
legs wider apart.
“Sit on it,” he commands me.
A shuffle closer and I bend my knees, guessing where it is, the thing he wants me to
impale myself on, the thing I crave inside me so much. I sit on his thighs, too far away.
His hands slide up my thighs, around my hips, grip my burning cheeks, pull me forward
until it bumps against me. I lift and his hand rubs the tip of it in my slot. I’m so
soaked, it just slips and slithers along me and as I lower myself onto it, it just slides
in so easily. I lean back, shuffle on his lap to get it deeper into me. Heaven. His
fingers take away the pegs, the loo seat creaks. My nipples explode with tingling pains
as the blood rushes back into them. I groan and squirm hard onto his lap, on his thing,
trying to get my mind of my tingling nipples, feeling my juices running down my thighs,
his shaft to soak his balls, I need to see, to look down at his fuzzy patch. I lift to
see the root of his hardness where it burrows into me and I squash down onto him, onto
it.
“You tricked me,” he says.
I try to kiss him, his body is pushing his cock into me but he’s got to start waffling
again.
“Yes, my Master. You can always pull out of it. If that’s what you want.”
Now shut it, Graham, fuck me deep and fuck me strong. Woo, that’s good.
“Why?”
I’m full of him, getting the ride of my life, screwing myself into his lap to drive his
cock deeper into me and he wants to know ‘why?’
“Because I had to.”
“What?”
“I had to have you. You - Fuck it, Graham. I need this. I need your loving, your
fucking. I fucking need you.”
“So you tricked me?”
“Yes. I fucking tricked you. No, you wanted it as much as I do.” How can I have a
conversation with someone who’s pushing his dick into me?
“Getting your money’s worth?”
“Yes. Fuck me. Shut up and Fuck me.” He pushed up hard, strong, he was so strong and
he’d been so gentle last night, so beautiful, careful. I had to tell him.
“You were so wonderful last night, so gentle and caring, so fucking sexy, the way you
fucked me, I loved it, had to Ohh have some more.”
“How’s you arse?”
“Pretty. I can tell the way you watch it.” I’m smiling, I want to concentrate on his
cock up me but I’m smiling.
“Turn around.”
“So long as you don’t make me stop.” I need him in me, so so much.
“Turn around and sit back on it then grab hold of your ankles, you’ve got six more to
come.”
“Oh shit. Yes, Master. Please Master, do twelve, hard, really hard but only while I’m
sat on - on it.”
“Only while your sat on it?”
“Mmm. Don’t stop fucking me.”
“I promise.”
So I turn around, shuffle up his thighs and he steers it in and I reach down towards my
toes, my legs straight so he can see everything and I’m totally soaking wet and it must be
the most disgusting site he’s ever seen so I squat quickly into his lap, reach under to
guide it back inside me and reach behind me to pull his arms round, put his hands onto my
tender breasts.
“Make me come before I get off you.”
“If I want to!”
“Ohh. Sorry, my Master. My brains not working too well. I forgot. Sorry Master.
Master. Add two for ... For fun.”
I bend forward, keeping it tucked in me and he starts swatting my taut cheeks and the
side of my thighs. They don’t hurt much, he can’t get a decent swing so it’s more a
series of swats but I leap about a bit and writhe around on him. It’s a bit of a laugh
really and now I can sit up and drive myself down onto him. He starts to struggle and
makes me turn around again so he can shove it right up me, my legs spread wide around his
waist. We come together and we kiss a lot and I feel it go floppy and slip out of me. I
sort of clamber off him, crumple into a heap on the floor at his feet with a big smirk on
my face and shivering shakings going on down there where my fingers are covering it up.
Eventually I can roll over, straighten. I let him watch.
“Thank you,” I smile up at him. “That’s why I had to trick you, so you’d keep on doing
that. You do see, don’t you?”
He nods. “I can see everything.” He’s smiling at me again but I don’t mind, he’s just
happy, knackered happy.
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