Christina is undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure to bed-down. Her measurements are a flawless 38-24-34. Her dark brown eyes constantly sparkle with lust, and those luscious lips of hers just beg to have a hard cock shoved between them. But most importantly, she loves sex - all kinds of sex - just as much as I do.
The following is a recap of just one of our many encounters.
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This story begins on a warm Saturday afternoon in late June. It had been almost two weeks since Christina and I had last spent an afternoon sucking and fucking, and I was more than anxious to turn my divine little vixen anyway but loose.
When Christina arrived, I could tell immediately that she was just as hot and bothered as I was; and would do anything I demanded in order to satisfy her own lust.
"On your knees, slave!" I commanded.
Christina closed the front door and obediently knelt before me. Slowly, I took off my shirt, then dropped my pants to my ankles. My cock was already rock-hard and wanting the feel of those soft, sexy lips.
"Suck my cock."
Obediently, Christina wrapped her warm lips around my shaft and began to suck. Her talented tongue swirled around my shaft. Slowly, she took my full length deep into her fabulous mouth. Even more slowly she drew back, until only the head of my cock remained trapped between those incredible lips. The rhythm she set was exquisite torture. A deliberate tease.
"Suck it Save!"
Christina maintained her tormenting pace, knowing full-well the consequences of her disobedience.
Grabbing two handfuls of her dirty-blonde hair, I pulled her forcefully to me, burying her nose deep in my pubes, while at the same time encouraging her to deep-throat my cock.
"Are you going to suck my cock like the good little slave I know you to be?" I asked.
Although all her years of training as a competitive swimmer enabled Christina to hold her breath for long periods of time, I knew that with her mouth full of cock (and her nose full of pubic hair), I would not have to wait long before her lungs would be demanding air.
"Well?"
A minute passed. Two. Three. Finally, her defiance waned. She slowly nodded yes.
"Good slave."
As I released my grip, Christina drew several quick breaths and immediately began treating me to the best blow-job ever.
"That's my good little cock-sucker." I said, "Oh yes! Suck my cock. Suck it dry!" *****
When Christina had finished drinking down the last of my cum, I ordered her to her feet.
"Now strip!" I commanded.
Slowly, Christina began to unbutton her blouse.
"Be quick about it!
"Now the skirt!
"Now the bra!"
In moments, Christina was standing before me, naked - save her thong-panties, and four inch heels.
"Stop!"
"Don't you wish me to remove my panties, Master?"
"Not yet, Slave." I said, "That sweet ass of yours has some licks coming its way as retribution for the way you teased my cock, and its going to need all the protection it can get."
"Yes, master."
"Now, march!"
Although it was only four short steps down the hall to the master bedroom, Christina acted as though it were a mile.
"After you, my slave." I said.
Once inside, I pushed shut and locked the door, then sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Come here my disobedient slave."
Christina approached, and then lay down across my lap to begin receiving her punishment.
"Count them out!"
