Coming up behind me, you grab my shoulders and pull them back against your chest. Dipping down and biting on my neck. Hard. Making me feel the pain. Breaking the skin. Leaving your mark on me. Tasting a touch of blood drip from my skin. Rubbing your cock against me- pushing up against the top of my ass, the small of my back.

Pushing me against the wall and pulling my shirt and bra off- and using your feet to push my legs apart and pull my ass towards you a bit. Pulling my pants down over my ass and reaching around to stroke my clit with one hand. I’m wet, aching. My hard bud feeling the shocks of your finger flicking over it. I feel you unbutton your pants with the other hand and I feel your cock against my ass. I feel you, stroking your cock, the back of your hand rubbing up and down against my ass as you stroke your cock- pressing the head against my skin as you stroke my pussy.

Pressing my tits against the wall, you tell me to put my hand up, against the wall. You drag your fingers away from my clit and leave me- aching. Your hand drags in front on my face and you shove your fingers in my mouth, making me taste my own juices. After sucking my pussy off your fingers, you arm hooks under my mine, and your hand moves up around my throat. I gasp. My pussy rushes and I feel the wetness drip down my thigh. You don’t squeeze or choke, but hold. So I know you are there. I’m helpless.

I am so turned on. You are staring down at my ass, hand around my throat- and jerking your cock against my ass. I stand, still and breathless. Aching to be filled, but knowing that I won’t be. I can feel the sting in my neck and you are watching a single trail of blood run down my back, as a drop of sweat falls from your body and mixes with it. Pushing your face into my ear, you tell me, “I know what you’ve been doing. You know I don’t like it. Not one damn bit. You’re mine.”

I whimper my agreement.

“Now you can’t have my cock. You don’t get to see it, or touch it, or taste it.”

Mmmhmmm.

“You’re a dirty slut and you need to learn where you belong,” you continue to stoke your cock faster. Occasionally stopping to press it up against the top of my ass so I could feel how hard you are, “Do you feel my hard cock? Do you want it whore?? You do? Well you can’t have it.” I whimper again, begging, my eyes welling up with tears.

Applying more pressure to my neck, I could feel your hand movements becoming slower, more deliberate. You continued to speak to me, stern and forceful, “I’ll make you dirty, slut, if that is what you want. Is it?… Answer me.” Your fingers gripping, “Did you let him touch you? Did you let him suck your pussy? Fuck your ass?”

My tears stream down my face, betraying me to you. “Yes,” I gasp, “Yes, I’m sorry.”

Did he lick your pussy?

Yes.

Did you suck his cock?

Yes.

Did he fuck your ass?

Yes.

Did you cum, you whore? Did another man make you cum??

I moan yes, knowing that you are close. It would be over soon. “Yes,” I purr at you, fighting back, “He tongued my cunt so good. He licked and fucked my ass. He made me cum all over his face, ” I could feel your body jearking and your hand tightening it’s grip around my neck as you approach your peak, “I sucked his cock, and swallowed his cum. He came on me. Shot his load all over me.”

Whore, you scold me, pressing your body against me, pushing me flat against the wall. Releasing my neck and putting both hands over mine and intertwining our fingers, against the wall. Rubbing your cock against my ass and shooting your cum on me. Letting it shoot and cream on us both.

I am out of breath, and aching with desire. This is my punishment. You, leaving your mark on me. I know who I belong to. I will always stray, but I will always be back.