You think about it for a moment. You’ve been thinking about it for more than a week. You’ve been thinking about nothing else. Still, you struggle. You want so badly for me to take you completely, but you struggle to say it.
You want to say, “Maddie, please spank my ass. Spank my ass until I beg you to stop, and then keep going. Keep going until you’re bored, then fuck me, Maddie. Fuck me any way you want. On top of me, under me, behind me. Fuck me in the ass if you want to, Maddie. Just fuck me and obliterate me.”
If you say that, Alan, then that’s what will happen. I will add my own twists to the story though. I’ll want to tie you up, of course. I’ll tie you tightly, face down, so that I can spank you. I bought something new at that store in Paris, Alan. Something long and hard and black and mean and meant for spanking. I’m going to work my way up to that one. I’ll start with my hand until you beg me to stop. You remember your safeword, but you don’t use it. You beg me to stop, but you want me to continue. I do continue. With the paddle I bought for you, Alan.
I will paddle your ass until I decide to stop. When I do, it will be because you are panting and grunting and writhing and trying to hump the bed to get off. I will stop so that you don’t get off.
If you have asked for this, Alan, I will untie you, roll you over, and tie you up again. I will threaten your balls with this paddle and you will wince, but I will not hit you, unless you beg me to. I can’t imagine you would beg for that though. Would you? Because if you did, I would certainly oblige you dear. I would oblige you so hard.
No, first I will bring you to the edge with my mouth. My hot mouth on your cock. When you can’t take any more, I will stop of course. I will leave your cock completely alone, then take your nipples in my fingers. I tell you that you may cum, but it can only be when I’m touching your nipples, not your cock. Could you cum that way Alan? I doubt it.
We’d do that for some time. Back and forth. Cock—no cumming! Nipples—cum if you can!
You’d be so frustrated, darling!
Then, finally, I would climb on top of you. Finally, after all this time—when all you had for company was your own sorry hand, finally, you would feel my warm, wet pussy. I would glide down on you slowly, inch by inch. I can’t imagine what that would feel like, Alan. What it would feel like to finally get to fuck me after all this time. Will you be able to last? Will you beg me to slow down? You’d better not. If you beg for that, I just might get bored and stop. You might not cum tonight after all!
No, I want a good rogering, Alan. You’d better be up for it. I’ll be home in less than an hour. Be ready.
Love,
Maddie
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