Julie's Valentine's Day - Sex Stories

Julie's Valentine's Day

... she addressed it pretty quickly. “Bad girl! Did you just orgasm without my permission,” she asked in a stern voice. “N-no not really ma’am, but I’m very close! Please Mistress Keri may I please cum,” I begged. “No you may not, I was given strict instructions to just tease and play with you and now I must punish you for disobeying,” she said with a wicked smile and a little excitement in her voice. I couldn’t see very well but that’s when the receptionist came in with the sound of wheels. Mistress Keri and the receptionist exchanged a few words before I could feel the machine be placed right next to me. That’s when Mistress placed a hand on my behind and trailed it along my back. “Now that you have had a taste of the pleasure, it is time for the pain,” she teased. Next I felt the table start to move as a body positioned itself between my face and the wall. I heard a whirring sound before a hard smack of a long plastic like paddle hit my ass. It made me jump and tremble as the initial sting changed to a slow pleasurable burn that tingled through my body like a lightning bolt. It caused me to squeal with pain and delight. As it subsided, I heard a clicking sound I’m sure signaled it was starting to wind up again. Two more strikes hit my ass before I felt the blindfold being taken off. When I had my sight back, I saw Mistress Kerri looking down at me with her pussy just inches from my mouth. I could smell the scent of her pussy as her juices flowed like a river. Her panties were ...

... moved to the side and she was rubbing her hand along her pussy and especially around her clit. It looked so good I was starting to pant, drooling with desire as I ached for more. She giggled to herself just as another slap hit across my ass making me whimper and jump. She asked if I wanted to taste her pussy and of course I said yes, and begged to taste her sopping cunt. It had been so long since I tasted or even felt a real pussy. I wanted it, needed it and I would do anything for it. That’s when she took out a sheet of paper from the breast cup of her top. She held it in front of my face just in time for the next whack from the machine to hit. Now it was painful, but the burning still made it exciting and being in the powerless position I was in put me in a constant state of being right on the edge of orgasm. She told me it was a note from Klintuck, and I was to read it out loud for her as a pledge to my boyfriend. She also said that if I was a good girl, she would let me lick her pussy until she came. In the state I was in, I couldn’t refuse and not that I would anyway, so I read the note. “To my sex muffin, I pledge to be his little cock pocket of love whenever he needs me. I pledge to be his little cherry pie for his cock and take him as deep and as hard as I can to milk every drop of his thick load. I promise to love him forever and share my pleasure with his on those long cold nights. Most of all, I promise to be his sugar hole for as long as he is my candy cock until ...