Amelia could tell that her Sir had a bad day at work. He wasn't at all his normal self when he returned, his blazer thrown on the couch, joining it in a heap. He normally came to her when he got home from work, held her as he knew she didn't like being alone for that long. Something was wrong, and she knew she had to make it better. She knew better than to ask him, he never told her about his work, never brought it home with him. So she did what she knew what could, make him happy.
She crawled to him on all fours, sitting in front of him her face set with the sly smile she knew he loved. She didn't have to say anything, her Sir knew what that look was asking for, and how could he deny her. She unbuckled his belt, pulling off his slacks and the boxers beneath. He wasn't hard yet, but he never was, she had to earn it first.
She started low, like he liked it, tongue licking around each of his balls, his dick slowly growing against her face. She took one into her mouth, sucking on it and pulling it slightly, his breathing halting for a moment. She smiled, and moved southward, Sir sliding forward with her. She took his balls in a hand, lifting them out of the way and licked down his taint, feeling him squirm on her tongue. She followed the seam in his skin to his ass, licking around it slowly, letting him savor the sensation of his pet's tongue. She darted it closer to it, feeling him shake and his dick grow longer and harder with each flick. Her hand found it, jerking it slowly in time with her licks.
His hand found her brunette hair, taking hold of it and pulling her away, up to her seated position again. He rose; half guiding and half pulling her by her hair to sit her back against the couch, leaning his how fully erect cock to her lips. She opened wide, allowing him to use her mouth as he could any of her other holes, thrusting slowly at first, inching his way into her mouth, his girth stretching her jaw till it almost hurt, one Amelia's most favorite of pains. He reached as far as he could push, his balls pressed hard against her chin. She did her best to relax her throat, his throat, so that she could be perfect for him. Sir held it there, moaning as Amelia struggled to breathe. She tried, but they both enough how long she could hold him that deep in her throat, and she gagged, forcing him to pull out. It came out dripping with her spit and he slapped her with it, leaving her cheek wet. It humiliated her, to have her own spit on her face, to be struck with his dick, and all the while her panties, red lace as she knew Sir loved, grew moist with her arousal.
Sir thrust into her mouth again, and again, pushing in deep but never holding it, using her mouth as he would her pussy, letting his balls slap hard against her chin. Amelia loved it, the spit drooling from the sides of her lips, the feeling of him stiffening even more in her mouth; she knew he was close, almost ready to gift her with her favorite treat for being his good girl, but no. He didn't cum in her mouth for her; instead he pulled out, pulling her again by the hair to her knees, and walking her to the bedroom.
He bent; lifting her soundly and throwing her face down on the bed, her legs hanging off of it. Sir took hold of her tight booty shorts, the only pants she was allowed to wear in the house, and pulled them off, revealing her now saturated lace panties. He grinned, giving her ass a smack with a cupped hand.
"My pet likes to be used, doesn't she?" He asked in a cooing tone.
"Yes Sir she does," Amelia replied, savoring the sting of the smack.
"My pet has been good, hasn't she? She deserves a reward." Sir said, pulling open the drawer of the bedside cabinet and pulling out her Hitachi. It was her favorite toy, bought for her birthday, but she was forbidden to use it without him, and he had withheld it for a long while. He plugged it in and turned it on, letting it hover above her waiting clit. The sound alone was enough to make her drip, and he could feel it, rubbing her pussy lips softly with two of his thick fingers. "Do you want it my pet?"
"Yes, Sir, please." She begged, shaking with anticipation.
He turned it on its lowest setting, lightly pressing its head on her swollen clit. She moaned, the sound long and low, pleasure radiating throughout her body. He raised it to medium, and she began to shake, feeling the wave of pleasure coming to a crescendo.
