Finally 122

We'd been talking for a couple of weeks, both of us busy professionals, and finally had time to meet. I was nervous, of course, but also very excited. It seemed like I finally met someone who could give me what I needed. My nipples tightened on the elevator ride to the correct floor, and I checked to make sure I had my written list of hard limits in my pocket. I had decided to be a bit bold today, wearing no panties under my shorts. The friction against my clit was driving me mad.

The elevator dinged as I stepped off, padding down the hallway to the correct door. I swallowed nervously and knocked, my breath shaky. I heard his footsteps on the other side of the door, and I saw his smile as he greeted me and ushered me inside warmly. He led me to the couch, motioning for me to sit, and then reached over to hold my hand as we made small talk. As I relaxed, we moved onto reviewing his ideas for the afternoon. As we did, I pulled my handwritten limits list from my bra and handed it over.

"Very good girl for remembering this for me." I flushed at his praise, sliding a bit closer to him. He looked over the list, and finding no points of contention, pulled me into him so I laid with my back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around my middle, his fingertips slipping under the hem of my t-shirt. At the skin to skin contact, I gasped quietly and when he chuckled, I felt myself getting more drenched between my legs.

"I think it's time for you to pull those magnificent tits out for me, so I can turn them red. Take your bra off, leave your shirt on but pull it up and hold it in your teeth. Lay back down on me and keep your hands to your sides!"

I did as I was told, and once I was backing in position, he started plucking and pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers, eliciting all manner of sounds from me. I was undulating with need when the first blow landed, a surprised yelp slipping through the cotton wadded in my mouth. He kept smacking and slapping my tits, one hand eventually snaking around to hold me by the throat while the other continued the punishing blows until they were glowing red and I was panting.

"You were such a good girl for that. Is that greedy little pussy of yours soaked for me?"

"Yes Sir," I managed to get out, a bit muffled while still holding my shirt between my teeth.

"Mmm. Good. Stand up, face me, and take your shirt off."

I did so and as soon as my shirt hit the ground, he was on me. His hand knotted into my hair and made me arch backwards, his other hand raining slaps against my now incredibly tender breasts. I was moaning and groaning, wondering how much more I could take when he stopped and slipped his free hand into my shorts, discovering my sodden cunt. He let out a guttural sound of pleasure as he coated his fingers in my wetness. I whimpered, wanting more.

"Greedy hot wet little pussy, just like I said..." and he held my gaze as he slid his wet fingers into his mouth, tasting me.

"Delicious," he growled at me. He released my hair and told me to tuck my elbows behind my back. He bound them together, along with my hands and turned me, shoving me hard over the side of the nearby bed.

"Time to turn your ass as red as your tits, little witchling."

I gasped out a "Yes please, Sir", and then he pulled my shorts down, exposing me fully. I felt the abrupt contact of his hand on my backside and moaned into the blankets. He alternated sides until my legs started to shake and then he pulled my legs apart and felt the sting of his hands against my clit, losing myself to the feeling.

He grabbed the rope holding my elbows together and pulled me up, then to my knees in front of him. I was drifting into subspace so when I saw his hard cock in front of me, my mouth opened on instinct. He grabbed my hair once more and slid his cock into my waiting hungry mouth. I hummed with pleasure at the taste of him, sucking and licking, and then he started to thrust. He was fucking my face, and I loved it. I coughed a bit, spit coating my chin, dripping down to my chest. My cunt was dripping, aching, needing.

"You're such a good little cocksucker for me. Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock shoved deep in your mouth, moaning like the good slut you are." He pulled away from me for a moment, and I smiled up at him.

"Thank You, Sir."

"I bet that needy hole of yours is desperate for my cock, isn't it?"

"...yes Sir, it is."

"Too bad, I'm not done with your mouth," he said with a smirk as he went back to fucking my face. I lost track of time, but eventually he withdrew, and kneeled in front of me.

"You've exceeded my expectations; you're doing so well taking my cock." He reached between my legs as he was praising me, finding my swollen clit immediately and toying with it. All I could do was stare at him, moaning and whimpering incoherently. He smiled then, and pulled me up, pushing me once more over the bed and slamming his cock all the way into me while reaching forward to wrap a hand around my throat. He pulled me up, choking me while he wrecked my cunt with his cock. The sounds coming from my mouth were nearly primal, the sheer pleasure from his cock slamming home over and over was enough to make my eyes water.

"I want to see your face when I fill you with my cum," he growled in my ear. He shoved me further onto the bed, flipping me so I was on my back, and drove into me again. One hand choking me once more, the other working my clit hard and fast. His breathing changed and I knew he was near climax. The thought of it spurred me to my own and I managed to say, "please...need to...cum...Sir."

He tightened his hold on me and told me to cum with him in 3, 2, 1...

I shattered, screaming, my climax mixing with his and when I felt him flooding me it sent me over the edge once more.

My body still shaking, the tremors of an explosive orgasm rattling my limbs, he released me, and gently rolled me onto my side to untie my elbows and hands, rubbing them to get the circulation back. He kissed the top of my head and said it was time for a shower, and then he'd make me some tea. I nodded, following him to the bathroom, and hoping I would feel him leak out of me for a few days.