This story follows on from the story "Kylie's Latest Squeeze, which I recommend reading prior to this.
This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story!
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After leaving Kylie's services as an assistant, she had given him one hell of a leaving do. His fantasies had come true in incredible fashion, with Kylie giving him one hell of a night in a blisteringly hot leather corset. He wasn't sure exactly where things were going with her overall, but they got together when they could between work at her cosy little cabin where she thoroughly rocked his world. What she saw in him he had no idea, just some fun he figured, but he wasn't going to question her on the matter.
"I'm free this evening," Kylie's sexy Australian tones purred into the voice, almost making his mobile phone tremble in his hand. She had just phoned him, he was off shift and just chilling at his new place hoping she might be available, but Kylie was a busy lady so he just had to wait till she was free before he could slide between her soft, powerful thighs.
"What time you want me to come over?" he said, glancing to the clock.
"How fast can your car go?" she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice.
"And why should I go so fast huh?" he said, playing with her a little though he never pushed his luck.
"I've got a treat for you," she whispered, the tension clear in her voice. His eyes lit up as she said it, and he wasn't going to ask any more.
"I'm on my way," he said, jumping up and searching frantically for his keys.
"Hurry, I'm sooo horny," Kylie whined, giving a soft moan before hanging up on him. His swelling cock gave a twitch at that, and he had to try and keep himself controlled so he could walk properly.
Around half an hour of furious driving later, he pulled up outside her house with a little squeal of protest from the hot tyres as he anchored it. Hurriedly shutting the door, he flicked the door locks and jogged to her front door, hoping he wasn't too eager. He tapped on the door, and in a moment there was a small shadow and she pulled the door open, his eyes catching sight of her wearing the same sexy long robe she had been the first time she'd given him a treat. He only had a moment to take it before she threw herself at him, throwing her arms round his neck, legs round his waist and diving in for a steamy passionate kiss. Returning her exuberant kiss, he stepped into her cabin with her and kicked the door shut with his foot, balancing precariously with the tiny Aussie.
"Gotta be careful with me, if you break me you'll regret it," she said with a smirk as she broke the kiss, commenting of course on his balancing on one foot with her.
"I think you want to be broken," he said, wiggling his tongue at her. She just gave a giggle as he carried her into the front room and dropped onto the sofa with her on his lap.
"You're sort of right you know," she said, squeezing him. Her robe flowed down over him, but he could feel the heat from her naked thighs against his jeans. He looked at her questioningly, in between another quick kiss.
"Right, tonight there's no holding back, I want everything you have," she said in a serious tone, looking him in the eyes.
"Everything I have?" he asked, still unsure where she was going.
"Yes, everything. Every little dirty thought, fantasy or desire locked inside. I know you've got them," she whispered, nibbling lightly on his earlobe.
"What do you mean?" he said. It seemed obvious but he had to be sure.
"Anything you ever wanted to do to me. Like dominate me, pin me down and roughly take my ass," she breathed, grinding herself against him slightly, "Anything like that, just let it out, give me what you've got," she whispered, dragging her tongue from his ear down his jaw line back to another soft kiss.
"You want me to do anything I want, that could be a bit much," he said, wanting to make sure he was sure she meant what she was saying.
"I'm ready for you, I want anything you can give me. Don't hold back, got it? If you ever wanted to slap me around like a little slut, now's the time," she said, almost demanding his compliance.
"Ok Kylie, if that's what you want," he said, his hands stroking her sides slowly.
"You'll want it, I need it," she purred with a smirk as she slid off him onto the floor, pulling him to his feet.
"Now go and wait for me in the dining room," she said, pointing towards the door. He smiled at her, his mind racing at the possibilities as he headed to the dining room. Walking in he noticed she had laminate flooring, the only room of the house with it as he closed the door and sat on the edge of the table to wait for her, and whatever she had planned.
Kylie smiled to herself as he left, loving the power she was able to exert over him, though she knew he was getting as much from her as she was from him. She heard the door shut at the other end of the hall, and shrugged off her robe. Turning to the mirror, she checked herself to make sure she was all how she wanted, before spending a couple of minutes to sort her hair to look the part. She stood back and smiled, knowing she would make his jaw drop when he saw her, and turned to the hall. Slowly walking down it the hall, she got herself in character as she slid the bolts across on the door and then walked to the dining room door. Extending her hand, cuff sliding down he slim arm as she did, she knocked softly on the door and heard him moving across to open it. He gasped, his mouth dropping open in surprise as he opened the door, taking in her appearance, every tiny little detail with his widened eyes.
Kylie stood before him, holding an innocent expression. Her hair was up in pigtails, her face with quite a heavy layer of make-up, wearing a thin white blouse that was tied off under her chest to show off her toned stomach and also letting him clearly see she was braless since her nipples were already a little visible. She had a tiny grey pleated skirt on, knee high white socks and black plastic schoolgirl shoes. He was totally speechless, just barely able to take in Kylie looking like a tarty little schoolgirl.
"I've been sent to be punished. They said I was a naughty little slut," she said, giving him a puppy dog look. He shook himself from his trance, looking her up and down before showing her in and closing the door.
"You certainly look like a slut to me, look at the length of your skirt," he said with a point of his nearly quivering finger.
"Yeah, I have it nice and short, means the boys can fuck me much more easily. They just have to bend me over..." she purred, her tongue flittering over her lips.
"Then I think you need a serious spanking, gonna have to punish you for being such a slut," he said, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Oh do I have to?" she whined with a pleading, teasing face, "my ass takes such a pounding as it is, can't I just give you a blowjob instead?" she cooed, giving an innocent face and slowly licking her lips.
"That wouldn't be very proper would it, you're sposed to be getting punished for being a slut, not encouraged," he said, trying to sounds authoritative though not really succeeding.
"You're not really saying no though," Kylie said, running her fingers over the visible bulge in his trousers and looking up into his eyes with a sly smile. With a wiggle of her tongue, she sunk to her knees and started undoing his fly.