"Mhm!" Mrs. Cinder sighed in delight as the thick cock slid in between her enthusiastic lips.
Finally
, she thought as she once again tasted the saltiness of her lover. James had barely made it inside the door before she attacked. Pushing him up against the wall, she knelt down in front of him and took his quickly-growing dick out and buried it in her mouth.
It didn't take James long to come to terms with the situation – his gorgeous, slutty lover wanted his cock and cum and he was happy to oblige. His hands found their way to her head and grabbed a solid hold, and he began thrusting his already hard cock into her.
"Gargh! Glargh!" hearing her gagging only spurred him on further, and it made her juices flowing as well. The submission, the humiliation, the
control
he had over her just turned her
on!
Hardly conscious of her own actions, she slipped a hand up under her skirt, pushed the ridiculously small panties aside and found her clit which she fervently began rubbing.
Of course James noticed what she was doing – how could he not? He stopped fucking her face and in a power-rush he would never have dreamt of just a week ago, he reached down, took a hard hold of her arm and pulled her hand off her pussy. Confused she looked up at his stern face, before she blushed intensely. She actually stopped sucking him and tried to pull his cock out of her mouth – only James wouldn't have that either and held her head in place. Battling him for a short while, she finally relented and focused her energy on getting him off.
"You know why you can't cum, slut," he said strictly. He let go of her head and just stood there, relaxing and letting her use her considerable oral skills. She placed her hand on the thick shaft, and started stroking it in rhythm with her bobbing face.
"Oh yes…" James murmured above her, and it pleased her. Now she felt stupid for trying to rebel against his control, even if it were only for a second. He'd take care of her – later. And why not? He was the Master after all, she was 'just' the slut, she mused.
Mrs. Cinder's love for James combined with her submissive streak had turned her into a real sub. In her mind, she was fast becoming a love-slave for her young Master, though in reality James had only instinctively caught up with the development.
Taking a deep breath through her nose, she slowly slid downwards on the delicious cock in her mouth. Her tongue excitedly licked and touched the soft underside of his shaft as more and more of it disappeared into her mouth and down her throat, until finally her nose rested against his pelvis. With his entire cock down her throat, she looked up at him, trying to communicate her love for him through her sexual appetite. What James saw in her deep, dark eyes turned him on more than even having his cock sucked by the beautiful woman. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, before she slowly pulled off him again. Eye-contact broken, the moment gone, he began forcing his cock into her mouth again, feeling the orgasm near. It built up fast and James quickly lost control, once again grabbing Mrs. Cinder's head and using it as leverage for his powerful thrusts.
"Ahhhhh!" he moaned loudly as he came, shooting his thick cum down her welcoming throat. She carefully continued sucking until he was completely spent and he pulled out of her mouth.
Satisfied, he tucked his cock back inside his pants and zipped them, while she looked on with a hungry look on her face. She hadn't had a good orgasm since James' mother's unscheduled return two days earlier. Sure, she had masturbated – more times that she could remember and always with images of her and James. Romantic dinners out on the town, her bent over and getting fucked hard and fast, James tying her up and whipping her… anything really. But the orgasms had been weak and only left her wanting more, wanting James' touch, James' control.
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And when she finally got it…
Yesterday she visited Lisa Hanson, secretly trying to get her to go back to her brother (or anywhere else for that matter, just out of town for a few days!). When she went to hang her jacket in the closet she had run into James. Suddenly, they were alone, though only for a few moments. It didn't even take a single second before her lips were locked with his and his arms were around her waist, mauling at her ass.
"Mhmmm…" she sighed into his demanding lips, savoring the touch she had to come to crave. He, however, had not gotten the touch
he
craved. He pulled away from her and in a harsh voice he asked: "What are you wearing?!"
Confused, she looked down at herself, at the semi-tight t-shirt and jeans she was wearing. When he didn't get an answer, James grabbed her at her waist, forcefully spun her around, picked up a long wooden shoehorn and slapped her jeans-covered ass hard with it. She gave a surprised yelp but at the same time her masochistic tendencies made it extremely erotic.
"Are jeans nice?!" he hissed at her as he slapped her other cheek even harder, simply just flooding the submissive Mrs. Cinder's panties. It wasn't easy but she did her best to try to keep quiet, though the thrill of getting spanked right under Lisa's nose turned her on to no end.
"Well…" she started to explain, thinking that the jeans did look quite good on her. She was cut short by another slap.
"
Skirts
are nice!" Slap! "
Dresses
are nice!" Another slap. "
Jeans
… are… NOT… nice!" Each word was followed by the quick, arousing pain of the shoehorn. Abandoning all pretense Mrs. Cinder's hand wormed its way down her jeans and found her drenched pussy.
"Ahhhh!" she sighed, as she started rubbing her clit, while James kept smacking her lovely ass.
"What the-?" he exclaimed in surprise when he discovered what she was doing, "this is a punishment, you horny slut!" Aroused by her masochistic reaction to her punishment, he was about to 'ask' (order) her to suck him off, when they both heard Lisa call from the living room: "Andrea? What're you doing out there?"
Mrs. Cinder quickly pulled her hand out of her jeans, and with a half guilty, half inviting look at James, she went out from the wardrobe and into the living room.
She hadn't quite made it there though, when her cell phone beeped at her. Punishment: you will NOT cum again until we have sex the message from James read. Flushing, she continued into the living room.
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So here she was, on her knees in front of her boyfriend whose very presence could make her cum again and again, almost out of her mind with desire and so turned on that she couldn't think straight… and he still wouldn't let her orgasm!
"Sir," she said in a little, submissive voice, making no move to get up from her knees. She knew James liked obvious displays of his dominance and she was happy (and rather turned-on) to indulge him, "a package arrived a couple of hours ago. I think it's the… merchandise we ordered…" she ended her sentence with a wink, making no illusion as to what merchandise she was talking about. His eyes lit up, he had anticipated this ever since they ordered it.
"Well, go get it!" he told her with growing enthusiasm. Giving him a slow, sensual look, she turned around on all fours and started crawling out of the hallway. Her short, black skirt rode up, giving James an unhindered view of her delicious ass, only intercepted by the tiny thong that didn't cover anything. Certain that he was staring at her, she moved with slow, careful movements, making her ass sway to and fro. As she crawled around the corner into the kitchen, she looked back at him, licking her full, red lips in an open invitation.
"Wow," he muttered under his breath before pulling himself together and following her. Even though James had always found a woman's breasts to be more arousing than anything else she had to offer, the brazen display of sexual prowess he was witnessing went straight to his crotch. His spent cock gave a few twitches, promises of more fun to come.
In the kitchen he found his sexy lover kneeling at the kitchen-table and on it a large, brown box. Feeling like a kid at Christmas, James seized the package and a nearby pair of scissors and quickly got it open.
Mrs. Cinder patiently stayed kneeling at the floor. It strained her knees a bit but in her aroused and orgasm-deprived mind that only enhanced the arousal. She felt like a slave that wasn't allowed up, but rather kept on the floor – in the right height should her demanding Master need her to serve him, and it was so
sexy!
She actually wished that James had ordered her to stay on her knees.
She looked up at him admiringly, as he gleefully pulled various strange items out of the box and showed them to her. Strangely formed dildos (Mrs. Cinder didn't have any experience with the sex-industry and didn't know how a buttplug was formed), a small cardboard-box with a picture of some mean-looking clamps on the cover, some strange device called a butterfly (with a very blonde, very 'happy' woman on the cover), a DVD-film and finally… with almost reverence, he pulled out what first looked like a handle with lots of long, thin straps. When she recognized it, she took a deep breath and the constant feeling of arousal she had been feeling the last couple of days intensified.
A whip. A long leather-whip. It was about a meter long, including the handle, and looked very promising to James.
He took it out and clumsily swung it a bit. It was longer than he would have expected and a little unhandy in the small kitchen. He tested it and managed to hit the spot on the floor that he was aiming for. Mrs. Cinder's fingers snuck closer and closer to her panties as she imagined her ass getting warmed by that powerful tool. Only through sheer willpower did she stop herself before James discovered anything, but her clit was begging to be touched, squeezed, licked – anything!
Suddenly he stopped swinging the whip around him and eyed the desperate slut on the floor. It was as if it finally dawned on him that he had something to use it on, instead of just the floor and air – or rather someone.
He went to her and with a lover's touch he caressed her face. Looking down into her beautiful eyes, he gave her a tender kiss.
"Get into the living-room and pull your skirt up," he gently whispered in her ear, "it's time for your… punishment!" Her eyes lit up and she obeyed, hoping to end her other and far more severe punishment.
James watched her crawl away, not so sensual this time, more plain eager and went back to the box. He didn't really have any idea when and how to use all of this, it had just seemed like the thing to do. While the whip turned him on, he was also a little scared. What if he hurt her? What if he went too far?
An idea struck him and he called out, "Andrea, pour me a drink while you're in there – punishing sluts is thirsty work!" Some liquid courage would probably be a good idea, he figured, and he knew she had a mini-bar in the living-room. Not that he had much experience with alcohol, except for a few 'parties' he had attended (he usually left before 10, going home to his computer and porn).
Huh
, he thought,
that's the first time I've ever called her Andrea
. It had been so natural, calling her by her first name. After all, it seemed a bit odd to call a woman he regularly fucked and who he was about to whip for 'Mrs.' Shrugging for himself, he went back to considering the whip and its use.
In the living-room Andrea Cinder had just put her forehead against the floor in the middle of the room, her ass in the air and pulled her short skirt up around her stomach, ready for anything. Her heart was pounding away in anticipation, she hoped he would get turned on by whipping her and take her right here on the floor – and make her cum!
When she heard him yell, her heart almost stood still.
Andrea!
she thought,
he called me Andrea
