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I’ve been absent, I can’t help that. I seem to be alienating myself lately but I don’t know why. Z’s visit was brief and wonderful. A whirlwind of hard fast sex, squeezed in between meetings and events and training sessions. Since he was in town on business but made time to see some old work friends, I was able to be with him socially last night while we drank and partied as friends- the whole time my soaked panties in his pocket and the sweet smell of sex on my skin.
I drank more than usual, just because I needed a reason for him to drive me home later. 2, 3, 6 tequila shooters later and I was dancing with another old co-worker of ours next to the table. There was no dance floor, just music. I swayed my hips and chest back and forth and tried not to stare at Z- who was mindful not to openly seethe at me for toying with him this way. My dance partner was laughing and enjoying my seeming attention, occasionally placing a hand at my hip and pulling me closer so he could grind his cock against me, as if it were normal to do such a thing. I turned and pushed my ass against him, laying my back against his chest and letting his hand fall at my waist. I put my hands on his and moved them up and down my hips, knowing that my panties were still in Z’s pocket. He knew this too and seemed to be further annoyed that I would allow someone else to get so close. He was laughing playfully and I pretended to be careless and lost in the music.
I wasn’t though. I could feel Z’s eyes bore into me and I could almost hear him whispering, “Behave slut….”
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He pushed me down on the mattress. I was drunk and hazy, but sure of what was to come.
“Why do you do that?” he hissed at me, taking off his coat and tossing it at the table, “Why must you insist of behaving that way?”
I didn’t apologize. Using the alcohol as a good excuse for insolence, I sat on the bed and opened my legs for him. “To make you want this all to yourself.”
Grabbed me by my feet, pulling me towards him. I yelled out as I was pulled towards him and he pushed me over on to my stomach. Moments later, a hot stinging pain came down hard across my thighs. I yelled out and started to turn over but immediately felt him come down over my body. His cock was hard against the mark left by the belt that he threw next to my head. Pain broke through the haze and I immediately started to fight underneath him. Wanting to turn over and slap him for not warning me. I started to cry, sobbing and cursing at him.
He pushed his face into my hair, “Just one baby girl. Just to remind you. Don’t cry slut. You knew it was coming.” He pulled my hair from my face and kissed my cheek. Tasting my tears on his lips, drinking them, “Do you belong to me slut?”
His hand slid under my throat, squeezing. Forcing my submission. He continued to kiss my cheek and ear, biting at my neck “Are you still mine? Always mine?”
His pushed my legs open and pushed his cock between my cunt lips. I arched to let him in, still not answering with words. “I love you baby girl. Why must you test me?” I closed my eyes, and listened to him, my master, pleading with me to admit to my submission. Needing me to again profess my unending loyalty, my love, to him.
I closed my eyes as he entered me, sighing with relief. Feeling him succumb to me. Knowing that his power over me is what I give to him freely and loving the return it brings me. “Tell me slut, be a good girl. Tell me you belong to me.”
His cock pushing and pulsing inside me. Waiting to hear my words, he fucked me, his whole body pleading with me to give him what he needed. My submission, his power, his release. I remained silent in my power over the moment. Savoring his words, letting them fill me. Letting his passion build. He was getting closer but I knew he would not cum until I said it.
“Fuck, baby. You feel soo good,” his sweat dripped onto my neck and I pushed back against him, feeling his thighs shake and his voice cracking, “Are you my good girl baby? Are you mine? My slut? My whore. Tell me, fuck baby…. tell me…”
I pushed back on my knees so he was behind me. My head down on the bed, my cunt aching to be filled. My heart was full and I dripped with satisfaction, “Yessss daddy,” I purred at him, “I belong to you,” feeling him start to release, finally with a broken grunt and a gasp.
“I’m your fucking whore.”
I remember that feeling.
*nods*
Beautiful.
Sorry can’t talk now gotta go hold someone down and get my own release.
That was such a hot story!
Sometimes, an absence is a good thing,
~~a VERY good thing.
You’re so good when you’re bad, BBG.
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[Sure beats watching "Dirty Dancing," again,
that's for sure!]
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I love what you write.
(Big smiles* from Long Island!)
xx,Will
that last line made me release.. ahhh..
Oh for 5 minutes of that.