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

I've just moved into my new apartment, frantically trying to regain where I've put my darling sweater when my earpiece vibrates. I peer down at my phone and see his figure in the message bubble on the screen. My mettle skips a small beat.

I've been hoping for him to meet me for what feels like forever. I miss him more than he could empathise, even though I was the one that ended our intense amour. He's mad at me for it, I know he is.

"Hey you…"It reads."Hey you…"I reply.

"You left a few things at mine. Some sandals and make-up. Do you want them back ?"He replies.

I think for a few hour about what I should reply with. I want to see him so badly but I'm not sure it's such a good idea. I'm so disjointed about what I want, in every vista of my lifespan, let alone a relationship.

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

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

I notice the absence of emojis in his textbook ; 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 fuck, yet I continue to fix myself anyway.

I choose an outfit that is tight around my hips and ass and plunge low into my segmentation. Waiting casually on the couch for him to strike hard on the door, my nerves run untamed inside me. My sum's fluttering as I think about all of the things I want to say.

Suddenly there is a knock at the room access and my stomach knots. I feel like a piddling schoolgirl.

I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave lawsuit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was hand made just this hour. He stands there with complete 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 misplace niggling schoolgirl in indigence of guidance.

With authority and a touch of lordliness, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the room access and follow him, my heart peeking.

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

Instinctively I follow his didactics and drop to my knees before him, my head 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 right hand down to my cervix 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 slight breath of disgust wash drawing over his human face, as I start to slightly gasp for air.

My pussycat begins to thrill with pauperism as he roughly releases my neck opening from his besotted grip, throwing me down onto the level."All fours."He barks as he walks over to his bag, pulling something large and blacken out.

I comply, remaining in the heart of my lounge way on all fours. He walks over to kneel down beside me. He grabs my haircloth savagely with his forget script, turning my drumhead to face him. He holds a large disgraceful spanking paddle in his mighty hand.

"You've been a bad girl. A very, very, naughty, ugly, little whore."He says heavily, staring me stagnant in the eye.
"I've thought long and laborious about your recent disobedience and I'm going to punish you for what you've done. I am your master. I have the entirely say in what happens to you."He says coldly. His mean, menacing, wild tone turns me on like zilch before. I tremble beneath him as I feel his the right way mitt lift my doll above my hips. The shame washes over me and my pussy oozes juice.

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

"I am going to spank you 10 metre, very, very hard.. and you're going to thank me after each and every one."He gives me a skanky grinning, and not a mo to answer before I feel the first thwack on my bare, exposed ass buttock. The nuisance courses through my body as he pulls my hair's-breadth tighter, staring deeper into my optic 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 meter as he's smacked me surd.

"Thank you,"I whisper again.

He repeats this another 7 meter, bringing us to the end smooch. Again, he tightens his grip in my hair, pulling my nerve right next to his, regarding my every emotion intently. Tears well up in my eye as he bares down the last, brutal, almost painful sapidity onto my now red and welted ass cheeks. The nuisance has turned into a long and deep-felt insect bite, coursing through my entire being.

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

His forget hand still entangled in my hair's-breadth, he uses to throw me away, sending my head down onto the rug in a disheveled shame.

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 battlefront of my thorax and pulls me upright. We're both on our genu, I'm facing the lounge room with him behind me holding me close to this chest.

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

He uses his left arm to track my soundbox and hold me tightly in place while he moves his right manus down to my sopping wet puss. He traces my button ever so lightly that I can barely feel it.

"Do you think 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 snatch, softly at outset, with a growing ebullience. He picks up gait and starts to smack my kitty-cat harder and harder.

I wince, while my body naturally tries to jar forward from the shocks. 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 soft"Thank you."

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

I feel him portion my ass brass and stare down at my wanting, needing bed kettle of fish. I know he isn't looking at my puss. I know exactly which hole he wants.

"Since you've been such a naughty little trollop, you're not getting anything in that sloppy cunt hole of yours. This is not for your pleasure picayune cyprian, this is for mine only."

His row only form my snatch 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 intemperate turncock head start to open it further.

He forces his glorious throbbing hard pecker into my mingy rosebud, stretching it surface as it goes in deeper and deeper. He begins to squeeze savagely, with no wish for my screams. The mixture of pleasure and nuisance washes over me and I am screaming in both delight and desperation.

He starts grunting and continues to bang me, stretching my hole with each thrust. He moves one foot around and onto my head to hold it down and pay himself a deeper plunge into my motherfucker. I yelp in pain in the neck as it goes further in, and he keeps ramming and ramming.

He soon pulls out and barque at me to rick over and lay on my spine. I quickly oblige and surface my oral fissure extensive as he bears over me, cum spouting from his pulsating, hard dick all over my nerve. Bits splatter over my body and over the floor.

He stares at me, wanking more out of his pecker 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 and jerk up your mess."He orders, as he again stares at me intently.

I turn around and get back on all fours and creeping like an fauna, licking up the cum that stains the trading floor before finding myself at his infantry. I open my mouth all-encompassing and see up at him standing over me.

He brutally shoves his dick, covered in my ass juices, deep into my mouth. He holds my fountainhead down hard on his cock until he hears me choking, then releases. As I pull away, a farseeing air of spitting follows from the tip of his tool to my mouth.

He pulls his pant back up, collects his boat paddle and bag and walkway to the door. Before I get the chance to say anything, he opens it and exits, leaving me on all tetrad in the heart of my couch room with my bird around my waist and my pantie down at my ankles, sassy cum all over me and red raw asscheeks, wondering if that all just really happened .