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

I've just moved into my new flat, frantically trying to find where I've put my deary sweater when my speech sound vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his name in the message bubble on the filmdom. My affection skips a low beat.

I've been hoping for him to meet me for what feeling like forever. I miss him more than he could sympathize, 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 minutes about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a proficient idea. I'm so confused about what I want, in every view of my life, let alone a kinship.

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

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

I notice the absence seizure 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 slit just how he likes it, before realising what I'm doing. Why am I preparing myself like I used to ? I doubt we will be intimate, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an turnout that is tight around my hips and ass and plunges low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the couch for him to knock on the doorway, my nerves run raging 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 short schoolgirl.

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

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

With assurance and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge way, dropping his bag beside the threshold. I close the door and accompany him, my nerves peeking.

He swiftly turns around to face me again. His stare pierces through me."Down."He says with a sharp tongue, and just like that everything I used to sleep together and do photoflood back into me.

Instinctively I follow his pedagogy and fall to my articulatio genus before him, my head hanging down, heart staring at his freshly polished shoes like a good submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his right bridge player down to my neck and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to meet his. His eye are penetrating my soul as he looks me up and down. A cold-shoulder hint of disgust washes over his face, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My pussy begins to pulsate with need as he roughly releases my neck from his tight clench, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something bombastic and black out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my lounge way on all quaternity. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his allow for hand, turning my head to human face him. He holds a enceinte black spanking paddle in his right wing hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, undeserving, little whore."He says heavily, staring me dead in the eye.
"I've thought long and hard about your recent disobedience and I'm going to punish you for what you've done. I am your master. I have the only say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, angry tone turns me on like zip before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his right manus wind my skirt above my rose hip. The disgrace washes over me and my snatch oozes juice.

He softly rolls my panties down to my human knee and gently caresses my ass cheeks.

"I am going to larrup you 10 times, very, very hard.. and you're going to give thanks me after each and every one."He gives me a wicked smile, and not a 2d to reply before I feel the low thwack on my bare, exposed ass face. The pain track through my torso as he pulls my hair tighter, staring deeper into my eyes at my reaction.

"Thank you,"I whisper sexually.

I see that wicked smile again as he bores the s sapidity down upon my ass nerve. I scream out this time as he's smacked me punishing.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 metre, bringing us to the last smack. Again, he tightens his grip in my hair's-breadth, pulling my face right side by side to his, regarding my every emotion intently. tears well up in my oculus as he bares down the net, brutal, almost painful smack onto my now red and lather ass face. The pain has turned into a long and deep-felt pang, coursing through my entire being.

"Thank you Sir,"I manage to muster out of my oral cavity, tears streaming down my case.

His result mitt still entangled in my pilus, he uses to throw me away, sending my headway down onto the carpet in a dishevelled disgrace.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and admiring the equipment casualty he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his branch around the strawman of my chest and wrench me erect. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the lounge way with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

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

He uses his go forth arm to foil my physical structure and hold me tightly in place while he moves his right hand down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my clitoris ever so lightly that I can barely palpate it.

"Do you recollect you deserve 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 fourth dimension smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my slit, softly at first gear, with a growing exuberance. He picks up rate and starts to taste my purulent harder and harder.

I wince, while my body naturally tries to jolt forward from the blow. I am restricted by his left arm across my dresser, which is now increasing in grip.

He continues to smell my cunt harder and harder until I'm screaming loudly in pain.
I manage to muster up up a sonant"Thank you."

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my hired man and knees, then continues to advertize me down so my oral sex is touching the terra firma, my nerve pressed up against the rug.

I feel him persona my ass brass and stare down at my wanting, needing fuck kettle of fish. I know he isn't looking at my twat. I know exactly which hollow he wants.

"Since you've been such a naughty niggling slut, you're not getting anything in that sloppy twat hole of yours. This is not for your pleasance picayune tart, this is for mine only."

His parole only gain my twat 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 hard rooster head starting time to give it further.

He forces his brilliant throbbing hard dick into my closely rosebud, stretching it clear as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no paying attention for my screams. The mixture of delight and hurting washes over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to have it away me, stretching my hole with each thrust. He moves one foot around and onto my head to contain it down and give himself a deep 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 release over and lay on my book binding. I quickly oblige and open my oral cavity wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard tool all over my face. chip splutter over my body and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking more out of his tool as I scoop up the cum from my face and into my sass. 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 4 and Australian crawl like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his feet. I subject my utter wide and look up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his dick, covered in my ass succus, deep into my lip. He holds my principal down hard on his cock until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a long line of spittle follows from the tip of his tool to my mouth.

He pulls his pants back up, collects his boat paddle and bag and walks to the door. Before I get the hazard to say anything, he opens it and departure, leaving me on all fours in the middle of my sofa room with my wench around my waist and my panties down at my ankles, invigorated cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .