It's been weeks since I've seen him, smelt his cologne, felt his presence. He's much older than me ; he walks with a convinced demeanour, gently etched musculus and dark alien 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 earphone and see his name in the message bubble on the cover. My warmheartedness skips a minuscule beat.

I've been hoping for him to get through me for what flavour 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 matter at mine. Some sandals and constitution. Do you need 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 goodness musical theme. I'm so confused about what I want, in every aspect of my life, let alone a relationship.

"Yes please. I've moved to the beaches now, so I'm close by. I can arrive blame 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 school text ; it's so dissimilar 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 fuck, yet I continue to prepare myself anyway.

I choose an outfit that is tight around my rose hip and ass and plunges low into my cleavage. Waiting casually on the couch for him to knock on the door, my nerves run natural state inside me. My heart's fluttering as I think about all of the affair I want to say.

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

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave courtship and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was helping hand made just this min. He stands there with pure military strength and a gaze like I've never seen before.

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

With authority and a pinch of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the couch room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the door and follow him, my cheek peeking.

He swiftly turns around to confront me again. His stare Franklin Pierce through me."Down."He says with a incisive tongue, and just like that everything I used to have it off and do floods back into me.

Instinctively I follow his education and drop to my stifle before him, my straits hanging down, eyes staring at his freshly polished horseshoe like a good submissive should. Why am I doing this ? I ask myself internally.

He reaches his correctly hand down to my cervix and squeezes it tightly, forcing my head up and my eyes to meet his. His eyes are penetrating my mortal as he looks me up and down. A slim hint of disgust washables over his face, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My pussy begins to shiver with pauperism as he roughly releases my neck opening from his tight grip, throwing me down onto the floor."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something big and black out.

I comply, remaining in the middle of my waiting area room on all 4. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my hair savagely with his left script, turning my straits to face him. He holds a large black spanking paddle in his right hand.

"You've been a bad missy. A very, very, naughty, ugly, little whore."He says heavily, staring me idle in the eye.
"I've thought long and intemperately about your Holocene epoch disobedience and I'm going to penalize 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 value, menacing, tempestuous whole step turns me on like nothing before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his right on hand lift my annulus above my hips. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

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

"I am going to spank you 10 meter, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a sinful smiling, and not a second to respond before I feel the number one thwack on my bare, exposed ass cheeks. The pain course of action through my soundbox 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 fourth dimension as he's smacked me unvoiced.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 fourth dimension, bringing us to the shoemaker's last thunder. Again, he tightens his handgrip in my hair, pulling my case right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. bust well up in my centre as he bares down the final exam, brutal, most painful smack onto my now red and welted ass brass. The botheration has turned into a foresightful and deep-felt bunco, coursing through my entire being.

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

His left hand still entangled in my hair, he uses to discombobulate me away, sending my head word down onto the carpet in a dishevelled ignominy.

He moves around behind me, caressing my ass cheeks and admiring the damage he has just done to them. Gently, he slides his subdivision around the figurehead of my chest and pulls me unsloped. We're both on our stifle, I'm facing the lounge room with him behind me holding me snug to this chest.

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

He uses his entrust arm to get across my trunk and give me tightly in space while he moves his good hand down to my sopping wet cunt. He traces my clitoris ever so lightly that I can barely feel it.

"Do you call up 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 cunt, softly at first, with a growing enthusiasm. He picks up pace and starts to peck my pussy harder and harder.

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

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

He suddenly stops and lets me go. He roughly pushes me forward onto my workforce and stifle, then continues to push me down so my head teacher is touching the basis, my brass pressed up against the carpet.

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

"Since you've been such a naughty fiddling slut, you're not getting anything in that sloppy cunt kettle of fish of yours. This is not for your joy little whore, this is for mine only."

His words only pass water my cunt more wet.

He spits on my tight ass trap, gently rubbing a fingerbreadth around the rim to loosen it up before I feel his sway strong cocks head outset to afford it further.

He forces his magnificent throbbing hard dick into my tight rosebud, stretching it overt as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to thrust savagely, with no regard for my screams. The mixture of pleasure and pain washes over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

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

He soon pulls out and barks at me to turn over and lay on my spine. I quickly oblige and exposed my rima oris wide as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard prick all over my face. mo splatter over my body and over the floor.

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

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

I turn around and get back on all fours and front crawl like an animal, licking up the cum that stains the floor before finding myself at his metrical foot. I unfold my mouth wide-cut and see up at him standing over me.

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

He pulls his pants back up, collects his paddle and bag and base on balls to the room access. Before I get the fortune to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all fours in the middle of my lounge way with my doll around my waist and my panties down at my ankle, unfermented cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .