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B's Story

... closing her eyes again. She felt his finger pulling free from between her lips and teeth and opened her eyes to see him standing. “Stay on her knees and bring the chair next to the stools over here and kneel beside it, head down and hands behind her back,” he commanded gently, but firmly. Struggling a bit to move the chair on her knees, she obeyed and he sat in the chair. He let her kneel there again, waiting and wondering before he spoke. “I am going to spank you now. Not because you have done anything wrong but because I want to and, I know, that you want me to,” he said in a firm, strong voice. “Lay across my lap,” he commanded, patting his leg, and she quickly did so. She felt his hand on her ass cheeks both gently caressing and firmly grasping them and then his hand sliding between her thighs, teasing her wetness. “Do you want to be spanked,” he asked. She sighed the word, "Yes." “Then ask for it. Beg for it,” he continued. Without knowing she was doing it, she found herself pleading with him to spank her ass. Telling him that she wanted it and needed it. “You are to count each stroke out loud. Do you understand?” She nodded. “Say it out loud and address me properly.” “Yes, Master, I understand.” The words were new and unfamiliar but somehow comfortable. He began fairly gently, slapping her right cheek first then the left. She kept count as the strokes become harder but not regular or predictable. She thought he might stop at twenty but he didn’t and she was glad as she ...

... was ready and willing and even anxious for more. When he got to thirty, he said “Your ass is such a wonderful shade of red.” He let his fingers trail over it lightly, barely touching it, causing her to flinch. “Did you enjoy that?” “Yes, Master, I did,” she sighed and thanked him for it willingly and at length. “Back on your knees,” he commanded and he stood in front of her as she did. As she watched intently, he pulled his hard, throbbing cock out of his pants. He stroked it slowly, holding it right in front of her face. “Do you know what I want you to do now,” he asked. She nodded, unable to say the words at that moment. “What do you think that is?” “You want me to suck your cock.” “Ask for it.” “May I suck your cock, Master?” “Beg for it. Be explicit and specific.” Immediately and uncontrollably, the words poured out of her in between panting breaths. His excitement making hers all the more intense. He let her plead for a little while and then shoved his cock into her mouth, grabbing her hair and forcing her head down onto it. He pulled out a little and let her catch her breath, then he began to move her head back and forth on his thick cock, slowly at first but becoming faster and more forceful quickly to the point where he was pushing her face into his crotch and burying her nose in his pubic hair. Then he held her head in both hands and began to fuck her mouth, driving his hips back and forth. “Moan for me,” he told her, “show me how much you love sucking my cock.” She ...