She spread her legs wide for him and opened the lips to his pussy so he could see the very moist pink interior. She circled her clit with her fingertip, slowly at first and then with increasing speed and pressure. She slipped her middle finger inside his pussy and made a soft mewing sound of pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh, Sir," she whispered, looking directly into the camera.
"Good girl, Kitten," he said. "On your knees now, baby, I want your ass." She complied, pressing her face to the mattress, her ass raised high, pussy open and glistening. His cock twitched and hardened as it always did when she assumed what they called "kitten style". He knew from experience how hot and tight that little pussy was and how it sucked his cock in, the walls squeezing as she pushed back on him. He watched her hand move between her legs and her finger find her clit, her ass bouncing as she rubbed it. She raised her head to look over her shoulder at the monitor, smiling even as her breath caught from the pleasure in her throbbing clit. "Get your toy, Kitten," he commanded, and she crawled across the bed, her ass swaying seductively. She opened the drawer in the bedside table and pulled out her newest toy, a pink vibrator with a clit tickling bunny tip.
Without being told, she leaned against the pillows, her legs open and his pussy exposed as she slid the toy in her mouth and sucked it like she did his cock. Her tongue swirled around the head as she made eye contact with him via webcam. She moved it in and out of her mouth, licking the shaft like an ice cream cone, and then asked, "Sir, may I put it in your pussy?"
"Yes, Kitten," he agreed, his hand around his cock, stroking softly, as she slid it in with a naughty smile and drawn-out ohhhhhhhh. "Turn it on low, Kitten," he said and heard the motor come to life. She gasped and held it still, letting her body adjust to the vibrations. "Turn it up, Kitten," he directed, and she licked her lips, her hips lifting to accept more of the pulsing toy. "All the way up now, Kitten," he said firmly. "Fuck my pussy." She complied, and he watched the toy move in and out, watched as she pushed harder and took it deeper, moving closer to the edge with each thrust.
Her breath began coming in short, urgent pants scattered with rapid bursts of "Uh huh. Uhhhhh huh. Uh-uh-huh."
"The bunny, Kitten," he said firmly, and her eyes widened. The bunny could take her from zero to crashing orgasm in a matter of minutes. She was way past zero already, and she knew he knew it; but she did as he said, positioning the toy so that the bunny vibrated against her clit as the shaft vibrated in the hot, wet confines of his pussy. Without direction from him, her free hand lifted to her breast, and her fingers teased the hard nipple, twisting, squeezing, and pulling it until she moaned more loudly.
"Sir-Sir-Sir," she chanted. "Please sir, please, please!"
His cock was straining against his palm as he stroked it, pre-cum oozing from the head; but his voice was calm. "Please what, Kitten?"
"Please may I cum?" she begged. "Please may. I. Cum?"
"No, Kitten. And you know why." She whimpered in response, the toy in his pussy pleasurable to the extreme. "Tell me why, Kitten," he commanded.
"Because I was bad. And. Oh-oh.and I...ohhhhh...and I must be punished, Sir," she answered breathlessly. "I'll be good, Sir," she promised. "Please...please."
He pushed his chair back and stood, letting her see his cock. She licked her lips as if she could taste him, and he moved closer to the camera, stroking it faster as his orgasm built. "If you'd been a good girl," he said, "You could have my cock."
"I'm sorry, Sir," she said tearfully, and her hips bucked in time with the buzzing vibrator. "Please, Sir, I need....need....ohhhhhh, Sir, pleasepleasepleaseplease....uh huh uh huh uh huh...please.... I need Sir's cock...want Sir's cream."
"As you wish, Kitten," he said from between clenched teeth and groaned as he came. He heard her moan and beg, had never seen her so close without going over. "Do not cum, Kitten," he ordered. "Turn your toy off." The toy's motor stopped, and he saw it fall from her hand. Her breathing was ragged, and she slid a pillow between her legs as though she could stop the throbbing by pressing his pussy into its softness. A tear slid down her cheek, but she never looked away from the camera. "You did well, Kitten," he praised softly, and she relaxed a little. "You may rest a bit, and I'll check in with you again after a while."
"Yes, Sir," she said, her voice trembling. "Thank you, Sir." His image went away, and she curled into a tight little ball, clutching the pillow as her hips gyrated against it of their own accord. Sir's pussy was wetter than ever before and throbbed and begged for release. Her nipples were hard and aching, and she longed to have him there to suckle them softly, rubbing his tongue against the sensitive tips. He could make her cum just by playing with them, and she tingled at the memory. She was tired and achy, and her entire body screamed for release, but the thought of disobeying him never even crossed her mind. "Teach me, Sir," she whispered, "Punish me. I am yours."
