I lay naked on my back, with my legs spread to his gaze as he stood at the foot of the bed. My nipples were hardened into little pink points, my bare pussy pouting, wet and swollen. I was deeply aroused to display myself so wantonly for him.
"Ask me," he said. "If you want it, you have to ask."
Panting in anticipation, I swallowed, trying to get my rioting body under control. My wet pussy throbbed as I stared at his broad shoulders, his naked torso, his proud, wide-legged stance, and the growing bulge in his trousers.
"I need you to... I want..." I trailed off in uncertainty, the pleasure in my body making my thoughts jumbled and fuzzy.
"Asked me nicely," he admonished.
"Ah, will you spank my pussy please, Sir?"
My request was rewarded - first with a pulsing twitch from his semi-erect, thickening cock still held in check by his zipper, and then with a firm slap of his open hand on my pussy mound, between my spread legs. He made contact with my aching clit and swollen pussy lips. I gasped with pleasure, but kept my hips still.
"Good girl."
Slap. Moan. Slap. Moan.
He slowly spanked my pussy, bringing his hand down on my open, drooling sex. Each slap was a sharp sensation that folded into a warm, delicious ache of sexual need. My clit throbbed with his slaps, swelling and stiffening, as though reaching for more.
"Such a naughty girl - needing this spanking, opening your legs, taking pleasure from punishment. Your dripping cunt is getting my hand all wet."
He slapped my open pussy and eager clit, pleasuring me with the intimate punishment, forcing me to submit to this excruciating arousal.
I panted, moaning my pleasure, babbling incoherently, begging him to continue as he spanked my spread, aching sex again and again.
Then, just as I was reaching for my peak, he stopped.
I let out a whimper and my hips bucked, seeking more contact for my naked, throbbing pussy.
"It's time," he said calmly. "Turn over onto your stomach and crawl down to the foot of the bed."
Moaning softly with need from my highly stimulated pussy, I obeyed, moving down the bed until I knelt, naked, in front of him.
"Tits out," he commanded. I did as he had asked, pressing my chest forward, exposing my stiff pink nipples more fully to his gaze. I painted with lust as I anticipated his next torturous touch. But instead, he said, "play with your tits for me." Taking a deep shuddering breath, I brought my hands to my aching nipples and began to squeeze and roll them, lifting them for him to see how I was obeying him as I teased myself, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my wet and pulsing pussy.
"Good girl, make them stand out nice and hard for me."
I pinched my nipples even more firmly, the pain and pleasure blending together in a rush of swollen, throbbing arousal shooting into my needy clit and wet cunt. I moaned as I pressed my chest further forward, eager to show him my pleasured tits on display for him.
"So sweet, such a good girl."
He took one nipple between two thick fingers and gave it a long, slow tug as I moaned. Then I felt a new pinch and a fresh wave of pain and pleasure as he settled a clamp onto that deep red nipple, stiffer and more protruding than it had ever been. I gasped in arousal.
"Yes, that's it. Take this clamp for me - I want you to feel me everywhere."
His fingers found my other nipple, and he pulled it even farther forward, stretching and stimulating the stiff bud. Then he clamped it firmly as well. I groaned at the onslaught of growing pain and pleasure, aroused by showing him my tits and letting him clamp, punish, and pleasure me this way.
He stood back to take in the sight of my tits thrust forward, my nipples stiff and clamped, the chain between the clamps gently swaying with my shuddering breaths.
"You look so beautiful with your nipples clamped for me. I love when you give me your tits like this."
"Yes, sir," I managed on a breathy moan.
He smiled and stepped forward, taking hold of the chain that joined each nipple so firmly clamped for my pleasure and his. With gentle pressure, he tugged downward, drawing my body from my kneeling position onto all fours, until I was eye-level with his still-clothed cock.
"Unzip me and take out my cock," he instructed.
My hands were shaking with arousal as I unzipped his pants and got my first look at his cock. I could only see the base - his erection was so big that the head was pointing down, his stiff shaft trapped in place by his pants. I wanted to see it, to touch it.
I grasped his cock at the base and lifted it out of his pants. His heavy erection was so stiff that it bobbed and thrust upward, jutting out proudly. Heat flooded my belly, and my cunt started throbbing again. His huge, mouth-watering cock was magnificent. I couldn't believe that he was about to give me his enormous, thick sex.
Precum dripped from the opening at the crown of his cockhead. I wanted to taste it.
"May I lick it, Sir?" I asked eagerly.
"Good girl to ask." He nodded with a smile playing around his lips. "Yes, greedy girl, you may."
Looking into his eyes, I licked that drop, reveling in the feel of his taut, smooth skin and the salty taste of his arousal.
He sucked in a breath. "Yes, that's it. Keep doing that."
I laved the head of his cock over and over, wetting it with my tongue. I moaned, loving the feel of my tongue gliding over him, feeling him pulse and grow even more rigid, hard like steel under that velvety smooth skin.
He groaned, his heavy shaft throbbing and stiffening under my tongue. "Take more of me."
Seeking to please him further, I stuck out my tongue and slowly slid the head of his cock along my tongue and into my mouth, closing my lips around it to massage his cockhead with greater pressure and suction.
"Fill your mouth with my cock." The firm command sent a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy. I moved my lips forward along his thick, throbbing shaft, taking him in as deeply into my mouth as I could.
"Use your tongue like I taught you."