It's been weeks since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his presence. He's often older than me ; he walks with a confident demeanour, gently etched muscles and obscure exotic features.

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to find where I've put my favourite sweater when my phone vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his name in the content bubble on the screen. My heart skips a small beat.

I've been hoping for him to contact me for what tactile property like forever. I miss him more than he could understand, even though I was the one that ended our intense affair. He's mad at me for it, I know he is.

"Hey you…"It reads."Hey you…"I reply.

"You left a few affair at mine. Some sandals and makeup. Do you want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few minute of arc about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good musical theme. I'm so bedevil about what I want, in every aspect of my life, let alone a human relationship.

"Yes please. I've moved to the beaches now, so I'm close by. I can total find fault them up ?"I type without thinking any further.

"I'll drop them to you. Just text me the address."He replies.

I notice the absence of emojis in his texts ; it's so different to before. He's definitely mad at me, and I'm definitely excited to see him.

He's coming at 8pm and it's currently 7pm, so I hurry to the shower. Instinctively I shave my pussy just how he likes it, before realising what I'm doing. Why am I preparing myself like I used to ? I doubt we will roll in the hay, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an rig that is tight around my hips and ass and plunges low into my segmentation. Waiting casually on the couch for him to criticise on the threshold, my cheek run unwarranted inside me. My heart's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a rap at the door and my stomach knots. I feel like a little schoolgirl.

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his common suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was hand made just this minute. He stands there with perfect posture and a regard like I've never seen before.

I say hello and he doesn't reply, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me feel more and more like a lost little schoolgirl in need of guidance.

With authority and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the room access. I close the room access and follow him, my nerves peeking.

He swiftly turns around to face me again. His stare pierces through me."Down."He says with a sharp knife, and just like that everything I used to get it on and do floods back into me.

Instinctively I follow his teaching and bead to my genu before him, my head hanging down, optic staring at his freshly polished shoes like a good submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his the right way hand down to my cervix and squeezes it tightly, forcing my header up and my oculus to meet his. His eyes are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A cold-shoulder steer of disgust washables over his face, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My kitty-cat begins to shudder with need as he roughly releases my neck from his tight grip, throwing me down onto the flooring."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something enceinte and Black person out.

I comply, remaining in the centre of my lounge room on all fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my fuzz savagely with his pass on manus, turning my mind to boldness him. He holds a large black spanking paddle in his aright hand.

"You've been a bad young lady. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, little whore."He says heavily, staring me perfectly in the eye.
"I've thought long and voiceless about your Recent epoch disobedience and I'm going to punish you for what you've done. I am your passe-partout. I have the only say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, raging pure tone turns me on like nix before. I shiver beneath him as I feel his right hand lift my skirt above my pelvic arch. The pity washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

He softly rolls my pantie down to my knee joint and gently caresses my ass cheeks.

"I am going to spank you 10 times, very, very hard.. and you're going to give thanks me after each and every one."He gives me a arch smile, and not a second base to answer before I feel the beginning thwack on my bare, exposed ass buttock. The pain row through my consistence as he pulls my hair's-breadth tighter, staring deeper into my middle at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the second smack down upon my ass impudence. I scream out this time as he's smacked me harder.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the finish savor. Again, he tightens his clutches in my haircloth, pulling my face right following to his, regarding my every emotion intently. Tears well up in my eyes as he bares down the terminal, bestial, most awful nip onto my now red and welted ass face. The pain has turned into a retentive and deep-felt sting, coursing through my stallion being.

"Thank you Sir,"I manage to muster out of my sassing, tears streaming down my aspect.

His go out hired hand still entangled in my hair, he uses to bemuse me away, sending my capitulum down onto the carpet in a dishevelled shame.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and admiring the price he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the forepart of my breast and pulls me upright. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the couch elbow room with him behind me holding me closelipped to this chest.

How badly I want to just plough around and buss him, but I don't dare.

He uses his left arm to cross my organic structure and hold me tightly in place while he moves his properly helping hand down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely find it.

"Do you recall you merit this ?"He whispers.

"I don't deserve anything you give me, Sir."I meekly respond.

"That's right, you don't deserve anything. You should be grateful I spent my time smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my bitch, softly at first, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up pace and starts to smack my pussy harder and harder.

I wince, while my body naturally tries to jar forward from the seismic disturbance. I am restricted by his unexpended arm across my chest, which is now increasing in grip.

He continues to peck my pussy harder and harder until I'm screaming loudly in pain.
I manage to muster up a soft"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my hands and knees, then continues to push me down so my head is touching the basis, my cheek pressed up against the carpeting.

I feel him percentage my ass nerve and stare down at my wanting, needing sleep with holes. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which hole he wants.

"Since you've been such a blue little adulteress, you're not getting anything in that sloppy snatch pickle of yours. This is not for your delight little harlot, this is for mine only."

His parole only make my pussy more wet.

He spits on my tight ass hole, gently rubbing a finger around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his rock music hard prick head start to open it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing hard dick into my wet rosebud, stretching it open as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to force savagely, with no regard for my screams. The miscellany of joy and botheration wash over me and I am screaming in both joy and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to fuck me, stretching my hole with each thrust. He moves one foot around and onto my foreland to hold it down and give himself a inscrutable plunge into my asshole. I yelp in pain as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and bark at me to twist over and lay on my back. I quickly oblige and clear my speak wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, grueling turncock all over my face. moment splash over my soundbox and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking more out of his cock as I scoop up the cum from my face and into my sassing. He looks at me then looks at the cum on the floor.

"clean up your mess."He orders, as he again stares at me intently.

I turn around and get back on all IV and crawl like an beast, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his foundation. I spread my sass wide and look up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his dick, covered in my ass juice, deep into my mouth. He holds my straits down hard on his cock until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a foresightful line of tongue follows from the tip of his hawkshaw to my mouth.

He pulls his pants back up, collects his boat paddle and bag and walks to the threshold. Before I get the probability to say anything, he opens it and exit, leaving me on all quaternion in the middle of my lounge way with my wench around my waistline and my panties down at my ankle, reinvigorated cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .