It's been workweek since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his front. He's much older than me ; he walks with a confident conduct, gently etched heftiness and sinister 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 epithet in the message house of cards on the covert. My nerve skips a small-scale beat.

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

"Hey you…"It reads."Hey you…"I reply.

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

I think for a few second about what I should respond with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a in force mind. I'm so confused about what I want, in every scene of my liveliness, let alone a relationship.

"Yes please. I've moved to the beaches now, so I'm close by. I can follow pick 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 seizure of emojis in his textual matter ; 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 cascade. 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 fuck, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an rig that is tight around my pelvic arch and ass and plunges low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the lounge for him to knock on the room access, my nerve run barbaric inside me. My nub's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a bang at the door and my tummy mile. I feel like a little schoolgirl.

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscleman as if it was hired hand made just this minute. He stands there with consummate 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 feel more and more like a lost little schoolgirl in motive of guidance.

With authority and a trace of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge way, dropping his bag beside the doorway. I close the door and pursue him, my nerves peeking.

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

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

He reaches his right handwriting down to my cervix and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to meet his. His eyes are penetrating my somebody as he looks me up and down. A slight suggestion of disgust washes over his face, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

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

I comply, remaining in the middle of my sofa room on all four. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my fuzz savagely with his odd helping hand, turning my head to aspect him. He holds a gravid lightlessness spanking paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, unworthy, little whore."He says heavily, staring me dead in the eye.
"I've thought long and hard about your recent noncompliance and I'm going to punish you for what you've done. I am your skipper. I have the lone say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, angry tone turns me on like zippo before. I shake beneath him as I feel his mightily hand pinch my bird above my hips. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

He softly rolls my panty down to my knees and gently caresses my ass cheeks.

"I am going to paddle you 10 times, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a yucky smile, and not a indorsement to answer before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheeks. The bother form through my eubstance 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 second smack down upon my ass cheeks. I scream out this sentence as he's smacked me grueling.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 times, bringing us to the go nose drops. Again, he tightens his grip in my hair, pulling my face right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. binge well up in my eyes as he bares down the final, brutal, most painful smack onto my now red and welted ass face. The pain in the ass has turned into a long and deep-felt sting, coursing through my total being.

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

His left manus still entangled in my hairsbreadth, he uses to switch me away, sending my heading down onto the carpet in a tangle disgrace.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and admiring the damage he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his arms around the front of my chest and pulls me upright piano. We're both on our knees, I'm facing the lounge room with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

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

He uses his unexpended arm to cross my body and hold me tightly in place while he moves his right hand down to my sopping wet bitch. He traces my clit ever so lightly that I can barely palpate it.

"Do you opine 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 time smacking you, teaching you a lesson."He says as he starts to pat my pussy, softly at showtime, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up pace and starts to taste my kitty-cat harder and harder.

I wince, while my body naturally tries to jar forward from the shock absorber. I am restricted by his left arm across my bureau, which is now increasing in grip.

He continues to smell my puss harder and harder until I'm screaming loudly in pain.
I manage to rally 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 primer, my brass pressed up against the carpet.

I feel him part my ass cheeks and stare down at my wanting, needing fuck holes. I know he isn't looking at my cunt. I know exactly which hole he wants.

"Since you've been such a gamey little slut, you're not getting anything in that waterlogged cunt pickle of yours. This is not for your delight little whore, this is for mine only."

His watchword only make my pussy more wet.

He spits on my tight ass hole, gently rubbing a digit around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his rock 'n' roll unvoiced rooster head get-go to spread it further.

He forces his splendid throbbing hard prick into my sozzled rosebud, stretching it open air as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no regard for my screams. The mixture of pleasure and infliction washes over me and I am screaming in both pleasure and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to make out me, stretching my hole with each jabbing. He moves one foot around and onto my head to hold in it down and give himself a deeper plunge into my asshole. I yelp in pain in the ass 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 spine. I quickly oblige and open my talk wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard cock all over my grimace. Bits splatter over my consistency and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking more out of his shaft as I scoop up the cum from my face and into my mouth. 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 fours and crawl like an fauna, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his feet. I open my mouth wide and look up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his dick, covered in my ass juice, deep into my sass. He holds my head down hard on his cock until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a long wrinkle of spit follows from the tip of his prick to my mouth.

He pulls his pants back up, collects his boat paddle and bag and paseo to the room access. Before I get the fortune to say anything, he opens it and way out, leaving me on all 4 in the middle of my lounge room with my skirt around my shank and my panties down at my ankles, fresh cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .