1 comments/ 11150 views/ 1 favorites Together Again Pt. 01 By: obscured First Night These past three months have been the most agonizing of my life. I hadn't gone that long without her since before we were together. Then, I had the chance to see her, at last. Eight hours on a plane and we would be together for five days. Heaven awaited. Three months without sex had driven us both nearly mad. A little phone teasing, a lot of masturbation, but that was it. I longed kiss her lips. I needed to hold her in my arms. Every night I went to sleep wishing that we were in the same bed together and I could caress her smooth skin, finding the touches that would make her purr. I would remember our last encounter before we moved to opposite ends of the continent. She had been asleep, or nearly so. I had dreamily run my hand over her chest. In that wonderful twilight state where actions make sense for their own sake and don't need rational explanations, my fingers stroked the soft flesh of her breasts. She moaned. I wondered if I could seduce her. Her hand slipped inside her panties. I flicked her nipple once. Her hips rose off the bed. I flicked it again. She came. We cuddled together and returned to sleep. A few days later, we were crying and saying goodbye at an airport. Now, after three months apart, another tearful scene at an airport: this time, a joyous one. ***** We held each other and cried. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again." Eventually, we collected my luggage and headed for her car. We laughed and chatted as she showed me around her Phoenix. She took me to her favorite Japanese restaurant because Mexican would be too trite and because sushi is so damn sexy. I had pan-seared ahi tuna. As a slice of the delicate flesh dissolved on my tongue, it brought to mind another experience. "Hon," I said. "Try this tuna." I held a piece out for her with my chopsticks. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the pink meat before sucking it into her mouth. "Don't chew it," I advised. "Just let it melt." "Mmm." "Doesn't that remind you of something?" She arched her eyebrows with mock astonishment before smiling and nodding. I closed my eyes and tasted another slice. Heaven. "It feels like oral sex," she said. "Like going down on a girl." I nodded. "Every time I had this while we were apart, I could almost imagine that I was eating you." "Mmm. I see." "I hope I have that chance tonight." "We'll see." After dinner, we hopped into her MINI Cooper and started toward her house in Tempe. "Wait," I said. "Head for downtown." "Why?" "I have hotel reservations for us." "You do?" She looked excited. She loves staying in a fancy hotel and I had spent as much on this room as I had on the plane ticket—for two nights. The room was extravagant. A king sized bed. A bouquet of fresh flowers. An enormous bathroom with a tub big enough for us both. We laughed and hugged. Then she was in my arms and we were kissing. Our first passionate kiss in months and it stoked my inner fires fiercely. I resisted the urge to make mad love, to tear off her clothes and take her. I knew she wanted that as much as I did, but I wanted this to last. Our tongues met and caressed. Her hands gripped me tight. She thrust her hips against me, pressing against my erect cock. Her taste sent me into orbit. Could I have forgotten that taste? I felt a glow rise from her skin through my hands as I caressed her neck. I kissed her neck and she melted. “Oh, sweetie,” she sighed. I kissed her neck so softly I could feel each hair against my lips. Her hands gripped my shoulders. I let my lips slide up her neck to her ear. I folded her ear over and kissed behind it. “Please undress for me,” I asked softly. “Oh, God, yes.” “Do it slowly.” Whimper! She took two steps back and unfastened the first button of her blouse. Then another. My heart stirred with my arousal as I watched this sexy striptease. I bit my lip as her black lace bra came into view. She let the garment fall open then shrugged. The silk blouse drifted gently to the floor. Her soft breasts stirred gently with every breath. I could see her nipples outlined against the delicate material and I longed to tease them. I gave her a smile and she continued to strip. She reached behind her back and unzipped the plaid skirt. She gave it a gentle push and it slid past her hips and down to her ankles. She stepped out of the skirt and stood before me in her bra and panties. She was so beautiful. A perfect woman. Soft, round breasts. A smooth belly. A spankable ass. She flashed me a teasing, sensual smile. She knew what she was doing to me. I took her in my arms and we kissed again. She teased my earlobes with her fingernails. Pinpricks of pleasure raced along the surface of my skin from my ears to my toes. Now I was the one whimpering. “Now you,” she whispered, as she nibbled my ear. I slipped off my jacket and tossed it across the room. I unbuttoned my shirt as slowly as I could, watching as she bit her lip and let her fingers play along the front of her lace panties. I pulled my shirt off. With a grin, I yanked my belt loose and pulled it out of the loops. I set the belt on the vanity and gave her a wink. “Next time for that,” I teased. She nodded. Next time we might be kinky. Tonight, we would lose ourselves in passion. We were nearly out of control already and we still had clothes on. I popped the button on my khakis and eased the zipper down. She gasped as she recognized my underwear: blue silk briefs that hugged my body like a lover. I stepped out of my trousers and turned around so she could see my ass. I love showing off for her. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed the back of my neck. Wonderful pleasure. Her hands teased my chest hair. Oh how I had missed this! Her fingers drifted over my quivering stomach toward my crotch. She gently grasped my hard cock, giving it a perfect caress. “Mmm,” she groaned into my neck. “I’ve missed you.” I turned around and we kissed some more. I pressed my cock against her. We are such a perfect fit. With little to restrain them, our genitals ground together seeking the union they desired above all else. The fingers of my right hand found her nipple. I flicked it back and forth, loving the way she jumped. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, then tore it off her shoulders and threw it somewhere. I let my hands slide lightly up her breasts. She drove her mound against me firmly. My thumbs worried her nipples. They stiffened so I teased them some more. I gave them each a short, hard squeeze. She cried out and moaned. I bent my head and sucked her right nipple between my lips. “Oh yes,” she breathed. I sucked her nipple like she would suck my cock, sliding my lips up and down it. Then I took it into my mouth and sucked hard. I flicked the other nipple hard with my fingers continuously. I switched breasts and sucked the left teat into my mouth. I flicked it with my tongue. “Come on,” she moaned. “Come on and fuck me.” “You said I could eat you.” Whimper! I dropped to my knees and pulled her black lace panties down, slowly revealing her sexy hirsute mound. I kissed it and was overwhelmed by her scent. Her panties slid past her ass and off her hips. The crotch clung momentarily to her wet lips before falling to the floor. I took her ass in my hands. She spread her legs and thrust her hips forward, presenting her cunt for me to feast upon. I extended my tongue and licked from the bottom of her lips up and over her clit. She shivered and grasped my head. I licked again, this time between her inner and outer labia—up one side, then down the other; first concentrating on one set of lips, then the other side. Her inner labia opened for me, wet like a flower after the rain. I took one of her lips between my lips and massaged it, then did the same for the other. Her pussy was swollen and deeply pink. I kissed her labia like I kissed her lips and she moaned, grinding against me as my tongue sought out the inner folds of her vagina. I felt her cunt squeeze my tongue. I flicked back at the tensing muscles, massaging her from within. I pressed my nose to her clit and let myself be overcome by her taste and scent. It is the most intoxicating substance I have ever encountered. Her nectar flowed over my lips. I let it wash over every taste bud before swallowing. Leaving her vagina, I licked slowly up to her clitoris. I ran my tongue firmly in a slow circle around her hood, then gave it a firm lick. I massaged her clit through her hood with quick strokes of my tongue. I looked down for a moment. Her clit was hard, poking just out of its protective sheath. As gently as I possibly could, I touched my tongue to the tip of her most sensitive nub. She cried out and pulled at my hair. I drew my tongue around her clit as softly as a feather. “God damn it, when are you going to fuck me,” she yelled as I sucked her clit between my lips. “Fuck! Uhn! Oh, God.” I was loath to surrender such a succulent taste, but she was right: the time for holding back was over. It was time to fuck. No sooner had I stood than she pushed me back onto the bed. As aroused as we were, we could both giggle as I flopped onto the comforter. She peeled my satin briefs off, freeing my erection. I gasped as she wrapped her finger around it. Now it was her turn to tease. She slid it so slowly into her lips I thought I would die from the pleasure. The nerves in my cock screamed for joy as she caressed them with her talented mouth. She moaned as I dripped a little of my own nectar on her tongue. She swirled her tongue around my crown. My cock swelled in her mouth. Now I was the one begging: “I thought you wanted to fuck, sweetheart,” I said between grunts. She grinned and climbed up to mount my staff. I took my cock in my hand and tapped it against her hard clit a few times, loving the way she rolled her eyes into the back of her head at the sensation. I pushed my cock to her opening and she thrust down, sliding over me. To have not felt that wonderful sensation for so long, then to feel it again was among the most exhilarating moments of my life. My ridges and veins pushed through her soft sheath, burrowing deep into her. She ground her cunt down hard against me, pushing her clit into my pelvis. She rose up and fucked down again several times. She was so wet. She slid so perfectly. Soon, she wanted it fast. She fell forward onto her hands and pistoned her hips up and down as fast as she could. I licked her nipples and held her hips. We were both moaning with every slide of her pussy. She gasped and squealed as I flipped her suddenly onto her back, then gave a deep, satisfied moan as I drove hard and deep, spearing her cunt. I fucked her with hard, deliberate strokes, using my knees for leverage. I kissed her moaning lips and she took my breath away. We pressed our foreheads together, gazing into each other’s eyes. Lust took charge. We were out of control, now. She wrapped her legs around my back. I was on the edge already, teetering at the brink of orgasm, but loving it too much to fall off. Everything was gone except the need to sustain this wonderful feeling forever. All thought of self disappeared. I was a single sustained note of happiness played on an instrument of pure love. We were together, completely. “I’m so close, baby,” I moaned. “Mmm, good. Just stay there on the edge.” I always get so hot when she talks like that, encouraging me, fucking my mind. As soon as she told me to stay on the edge, it suddenly became impossible. “Oh, God, please,” I whimpered. “I can’t hold back.” “Oh yes, that’s it. Just let it build, baby.” With that, she reached up and pulled hard on my nipples. My cock twitched in response. “I’m gonna lose control,” I groaned. “Good. I want to feel you lose control.” “Please let me come, please,” I begged. “Oh, please, I want to fill you.” She twisted my nipples harder, pulling a scream from them. “Lose control and come for me,” she commanded. I lost it immediately. My cock swelled. She moaned at the sudden stretching. My hips flew at an insane pace. My ass clenched. Every sensation in my body was focused on the head of my penis as it pushed back and forth through her wet cunt. My orgasm built and built and built. It spread from my cock all through my body. I was way over the edge, now, falling toward the inevitable. Finally, it hit. The contractions thundered through my body. I shouted with each pulse. She screamed with me as my come launched deep into her pussy. Pulse after pulse of semen streamed from my spasming cock, draining all that sexual tension away and leaving a lovely, tingling feeling of well being. I pushed hard into her, grinding against her clit as my cock strained against her squeezing cunt through its final contractions. I collapsed against her. We wrapped our arms around each other. She massaged my cock with her pussy, milking it for my come. She stroked the back of my neck, sending me deeper into the trans-like state of post-orgasmic bliss. I slipped my cock slowly from her flooded cunt and crawled from between her wonderful thighs. She held me in her arms and cradled me like a baby as I panted and grasped for enough sanity to tell her how much I loved her. When my motor skills returned, I reached my fingers down and stroked her stretched pussy lips, feeling droplets of semen oozing from her. I spread our mixed creams over her lips. She tensed her hips against me and stretched her legs out. Instead of going straight for her clit, however, I slipped two fingers into her pussy. She gasped in surprise. I curled the tips of my fingers up and felt for her g-spot. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth formed an “oh” and she looked deep in my eyes as I pushed firmly against the spongy tissue, feeling it swell against my fingertips. “Oh, God,” she gasped as I rubbed it steadily. “Oh. I have to pee,” she said. “That’s it. Just go with it,” I advised. I brought my other hand over and stroked her clit, rubbing the hood up and down over her woman’s erection. I quickly found the right rhythm, stroking her g-spot back and forth while rubbing her clitoris in tight circles, all the while holding her gaze. “Fuck!” she grunted, banging her fists against the bed. “That’s it, sweetie. Let it feel good. Just relax and let yourself lose control.” Her hips flew into the air. Her legs went completely tense. I rubbed harder and faster. “Come on my fingers, baby. Let me feel it.” I felt her pussy suddenly swell and she flooded my fingers with her juices. She was on the edge. “That’s it,” I said, keeping up my encouragement. “You’re so wet. You’re nice and ready, aren’t you?” “I’m going…” she stammered. “I’m gonna come.” “I know, sweetie, you just come on my fingers, now.” Her body jerked half off the bed. I held her firmly and rubbed her clit fast. Her cunt squeezed my fingers hard. She grunted deep with every ecstatic pulse as the waves washed through her. Finally, her clitoris pushed to its limits, she took my hand in hers, pulling it from her mound. I slowly slid my fingers from her cunt—once gripping madly, now limp and relaxed—and wrapped my arms around her. She curled up in my arms and rested her head on my shoulder. We lay like that for a long time, resting, holding each other. This visit was only for a few days, but that moment was an eternity. Together Again Pt. 02 Chapter 2: The Second Night Note: Part one of this story "Together Again pt01: First Night" is listed in the Romance category. The next evening found us in the hotel's oversized bathtub, soaking in the effervescent effects of a "Phucket" bath bomb from Lush. We laughed, splashed and joked as the hibiscus scent floated up from the foam. "What are we doing tonight, hm?" she asked, sliding a foot over my eager cock. "Going out to dinner, I think." "I see." She slid her toes around my stiffening member and flashed me a teasing smile. I took her foot in my hands and massaged her arches. She slumped back into the water like a melting candy on a hot sidewalk. I massaged each toe and ran the soapy loofa all over her foot. "Ah, now this is a nice bath," she purred. "You should do this for me every day." We got out of the tub and toweled off, then got dressed. "Do we have to go out tonight?" she asked. "Can't we just stay home and fuck?" I raised my eyebrows in shock. "Why, miss! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" She playfully bit the tip of her finger and raised her eyes to the sky beatifically. "Don't play innocent with me," I scolded. "You just tried to beg me to fuck you. That's very bad behavior. Someone could get the impression that you're a slut." "Not me," she said with an innocent smile and batting eyelashes. She was pushing all my buttons and loving it. "Yes you. I think you are a bad, bad girl and if you don't watch out, you're liable to wind up bent over my knee." "Oh no!" "Oh yes!" I put my hands on my hips sternly. "Turn around and raise your skirt. It's time I taught you a lesson about ladylike behavior." "No! I'll be good." "Not without a spanking, you won't." She turned her back to me and slowly lifted her skirt above her hips, showing me her gorgeous legs and her plump round ass, hidden delicately behind her gray mesh panties. "Pull down the panties," I ordered. "Present your ass to me." She slipped the underwear over her buttocks with nervous hands. I watched her for a moment, making her wait, then I gave her left cheek a stinging, underhanded slap. "That was for forgetting to say 'Yes, sir,' when you pulled your panties off." "I'm sorry, sir," she said meekly. Delicious how one slap could tame her bad girl attitude. I spanked her cheeks liberally, but not too hard. I loved the cries she uttered with each blow: were they cries of pain or pleasure? I wasn't sure. "Pull up your panties and lower your skirt," I ordered after ten strokes. "Yes, sir," she panted. Her face was flushed. She was out of breath. "Did you learn your lesson about begging for sex?" "Yes, sir." "And what lesson did you learn?" "I learned that only a dirty slut would beg her boyfriend to fuck her." "That's right," I said. I looked her over quizzically then scolded her: "You aren't properly dressed for the restaurant. You can't wear a shirt and a skirt and gray mesh panties to a place like this. Pick out a nice dress and get your garter belt and stockings out." I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her fish through her suitcase, looking for something appropriate. She found a pretty black dress and, eventually, her black garter belt and stockings. I watched as she slowly stripped off her blouse, skirt and bra. "Wait," I said, stopping her as she was about to pull off her panties. I rose and crossed the room to her. I pulled the seat of her panties down over her ass and spanked her. "This is for not dressing correctly," I told her between spanks. Again, she squealed delightfully between the blows. I rubbed her ass delicately after the spanking had finished. She was panting and flushed again. I brought my left hand to her breast and ran my fingers around her hardening nipple. "Oh!" she moaned, then bit her lip. "Look at you," I teased. "Your nipple is fully erect and I haven't even touched it yet." "I can't help it, sir," she pleaded. "It's your fault." "A lady should have more control over her body. She shouldn't be walking around town with erect nipples, showing them off to everyone. A real lady can control her baser urges and desires. For example, to a lady, a flick of the nipple..." flick! "...means nothing." "Ungh!" she grunted as I flicked my finger back and forth over the erect nipple. "Whereas, an ordinary slut is completely unable to control herself. A lady would be offended at having her nipple pinched, but for a slut..." I pinched her nipple hard. She bent over but I kept my grip and rolled it hard between my fingers. "...the harder, the better." I released the nub and let her catch her breath for a moment, then I grabbed her other nipple and pinched it as well. She moaned and squeezed her thighs together. I stroked her ass with one hand as I pulled her nipple with the other while whispering into her ear. "Which one are you, hm? Slut or lady?" "Lady, sir," she gasped as I released the nipple. "Well, there's only one true way to prove that. A lady would never enjoy such harsh treatment of her breasts. But a slut would not be able to control herself. A slut would even have become aroused by all that punishment. But not you, right?" "No, sir." "You would never do anything so base as to cream your panties, would you?" "No, sir," she stammered. I slid my left hand slowly down her stomach until it rested over her barely concealed patch of pubic hair. "We'll just have to see about that." I slipped my fingers over her pussy. She opened her legs and gasped as my fingers stroked past her clit and pressed against her lips. "I can definitely feel some moisture, here," I said, rubbing her through her panties. "You haven't soiled these, have you?" She shook her head. "Creamed your panties?" I whispered, teasing her and loving her moans of pleasure as I fingered her. I pushed my fingers down her panties, through her fur and onto her sex. She was quite wet. My fingers were quickly soaked with her cream. I stroked her slick cunt as she panted uncontrollably. "It looks to me like you have creamed them completely," I whispered between kisses on her neck. "Well, you certainly can't wear these tout to dinner." She groaned in disappointment as I pulled my fingers from her cleft. I pulled her panties off then tossed them aside. "You'll just have to go without, I'm afraid." I grinned. She bit her lip in protest. I could see her flushed lips glistening between her thick black pubic hairs. She was swollen and aroused. Her juices clung to each hair like dew to grass. I was going to have her begging in no time. She put on her garter belt and stockings, then slipped into that sexy dress. I could see her nipples poking out through the dress, just a little. I wasn't about to let that slide. "Are you going out in public like that?" I chastised. She looked confused, not sure if she should be insulted or not. "Your nipples are showing." She glanced down at her chest and blushed at the sight of her nipples straining against her dress. "I just can't help it, sir," she said, sheepishly. "Well, if you want to go out to dinner with your hard little nipples telling everyone what a whore you are, that's up to you." I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Our lips touched. My tongue caressed her lips for a moment before penetrating her mouth. We kissed sweetly, our tongues playing and our lips dancing. I slid my hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, sliding her dress over the sensitive skin. She pressed her mound against my stiff member. My cock throbbed. I pressed back against her. I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples, feeling them stiffen even more. She moaned softly as I ran my tongue over her neck, then clamped my mouth over the skin, kissing and sucking her most vulnerable spot. She moaned again, much louder. My fingers closed on her nipples and pinched hard. She cried out. My fingers held on like clamps as she tried to back away. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was caught in a breathless gasp. I released her nipples, leaving her panting for breath. "Now you look like a real slut, with your nipples on display for everyone." I whispered into her ear. "I think anybody who saw you right now would think 'There goes a woman who can't keep her own nipples from getting erect. What a whore.'" She whimpered in protest. In response I slowly pulled the hem of her dress up until her ass was exposed. "What happens to sluts?" I teased, softly caressing her ass with my right hand as my left held her dress up, exposing her perfect bottom. "They... they get spanked," she stammered. "That's right." I slapped her ass with the flat of my hand several times, then struck the other cheek. I slipped my thigh between her legs and she humped me like a bitch in heat as I spanked her. I couldn't get too much force on my blows, but soon her ass was a nice tingling shade of red. I dropped her dress and rubbed it lightly over her bottom. "Time for dinner, darling," I said with a wicked grin, taking her hand. She seemed stunned that I wasn't going to bend her over the bed and fuck her right then, but I know how much she loves to be teased. The teasing continued all through dinner. Sometimes it was as subtle as the batting of her eyelashes, or a wicked grin telling her that I wanted her. After dinner, I suggested we move to the bar for a drink. We sat close, with our legs touching and my arm around her waist. Her hand stroked my thigh as she sipped her margarita. I teased the back of her neck, watching the gooseflesh spread, and then a blush emerged. The tip of her finger found the outline of my erect cock. She ran a nail absently around it. I leaned over as if to whisper to her, but instead planted the softest kiss just behind her ear. She gave a tiny moan and clutched my thigh. If this was to be a teasing contest, with the winner submitting, I wasn't about to lose. "Say you want to fuck me," I whispered to her. I kissed her neck. Right there in the bar, I kissed her neck. Her body quivered. She was losing control. I loved it. "Tell me what you want," I whispered. "I want to fuck you," she breathed back. I let my other hand slip under the bar to her knee. Her legs immediately parted slightly. "That's my slut," I teased. "You want it bad, don't you? You can't wait at all, can you?" I let my fingers play under along her inner thighs. She bit her lip. Her fingers massaged my cock. It felt wonderful, but she had already lost this round. "You're my slave tonight," I said. She grabbed the bar and hunched forward on the stool. My hand flew up her skirt to her naked pussy. My fingers were immediately soaked. I gave her pussy a quick, firm stroke, then pulled my hand out before anyone saw us. I dropped cash on the bar, stood and extended my hand-wet with her cream-to her. She wrapped her fingers in mine and we strolled back to the hotel room. She expected me to take her in my arms, throw her on the bed and ravish her the moment we were alone in the room, but I know she wanted to be teased even more. She wasn't begging in desperation yet, so I wasn't ready to stop. I unlocked the door and walked into the room. With my back to her, I walked to the closet, took off my jacket and hung it up. I turned around and saw her standing near the door, panting. She was confused, but obedient. I loosened my tie. "The spankings you got earlier were just a taste," I said. "It's time I punished you for your real crime: pretending to be a lady instead of admitting that you're a slut!" I pulled the high-backed chair from the ornate writing desk and positioned it next to the bed. "Come here," I ordered, taking a seat. She stood in front of me, nervous with anticipation. "Turn around and lift your skirt," I said. "Present yourself for your punishment." I caressed her ass gingerly. It was still a little red from earlier in the evening. Her juices had dripped obscenely all over her thighs. Her delightful womanly perfume wafted from her cunt, nearly overpowering me. A sense memory of eating her the night before made my mouth water. I reached under her ass and rubbed her cunt. "Oh, God," she moaned, bending her knees to hump my stroking fingers. I withdrew my hand and kissed her bottom. "Assume the position for your punishment, slut," I said quietly. She bent over my lap, resting her upper body on the bed. Her bare ass was poised perfectly for me to strike. I patted her bottom softly. "Are you ready?" "Yes sir." "Good. Now, it's time to show you just how much of a slut you are. It's time for a real spanking." I made her wait with her ass on display while I rolled up my sleeves. I lifted my cupped hand about a foot above her ass and let it drop. From the way she squealed, I knew I'd landed a stinging shot. The ice broken, I started a slow rhythm of spanking, slapping her ass and then giving it a light caress, spreading the sting around. After ten or so of these it was time to turn up the intensity. I slipped my hand suddenly into her crotch. Her knees buckled and she gasped. I pressed my palm against her cunt and flicked my finger quickly across her clitoris. I just love the way her clit dangles between her labia when she's unstoppably horny like that. I can never resist giving her a good flicking. In moments she was on the edge of a release that had been building all day, but I wasn't about to let her have what she wanted yet. My fingers drifted off her pussy and back onto her blushing ass. She panted and whimpered desperately. She wasn't ready to beg yet, so I wasn't ready to fuck her yet. I reached behind my chair to the nightstand where I had stashed a couple of toys. As she lay across my knee, wondering what I was up to, I took the wooden ruler in my hand and brought it down hard and fast on her poor, abused bottom. She let out a delightful yelp at the sudden change of sensation. The ruler didn't sting quite as much as my hand, but I gave her a merciless barrage of quick, biting swats. I shifted from her ass to her legs without warning, slapping the backs of her thighs, then her calves. When I swung at the insides of her thighs, she spread her legs to give me room. "Such a good slut," I cooed. I tapped the ruler against her clit until she once again neared an eruption. Again, I stopped while she panted in sweet agony. This time, I followed with my most vicious attack yet, slapping the tender spot where her ass-cheeks meet her thighs. She flinched hard and squeaked as she fought to hold back tears from the intense, stinging pain. I stood suddenly, leaving her bent over the bed. Reaching into the nightstand, I found our Velcro handcuffs next to the Bible. I walked around the bed and unzipped her dress. I pulled it off of her, then bound her hands in front of her. Standing on the other side of the bed where she could see me, I slowly stripped. I let her watch as I shed my shirt and slipped off my pants until I wore only my leather g-string. I returned to the other side of the bed and inspected her ass. Her cheeks had a nice flush and I could see the long, thin marks left by the ruler. "Get your ass in the air," I ordered. She arched her back and stuck her ass high in the air. "Spread your legs. Come on, in the air, I said. On your tiptoes. Better. Now you're going to get what you deserve, slut." I swatted her ass much harder. She yelped. I smacked the other cheek. The crack of my hand against her skin filled the room. I spanked her hard on the top of her ass, then rained stinging swats against the sensitive underside of her butt. I stroked her tingling ass with my left hand while I slapped the inside of her thighs, dangerously close to her cunt. I could tell she was near her limit. After one final assault, heavier than the others, I suddenly stopped and slipped two fingers into her pussy. Her cunt clutched at the intruding digits. She groaned so loud. I pumped her vagina several times, watching her legs give out beneath her. I pushed on her back and she flopped onto the bed. I pulled my fingers back out. I grabbed her hands and yanked her onto her back, then pulled her to the headboard and fixed the handcuffs to it. "Show me what kind of slut you are," I said, taking a step back to admire her amazing beauty. "Spread your legs. Wider. Let me see that cunt of yours. Yeah. You have no fucking shame, have you?" "I can't help it." "Look at you, dripping all over yourself. Your pubes are a sticky, creamy mess. Yeah, let me see right where I'm going to slide my cock. Your lips are so swollen." I stripped off my g-string, freeing my stiff member. "Remember how you got into this tonight?" I asked stroking my cock to hardness. "You were begging for cock." I stared wantonly at her cunt as I jerked my dick. Her lips were swollen and slick. Her clit strained against her hood. She was open and ready. "Please, sir," she begged. "Please can I have your cock." Pleased with her supplication, I climbed onto the bed between her spread legs. I crawled up her naked, helpless body. She jumped as my cock bumped against her clit and moaned as it dragged agonizingly away, up across her pubic mound until it rested between her heaving breasts. I pinched her irresistible nipples. She gave a low moan. I pinched hard and her body twisted around my fingers in sweet, rapturous torture. I sat up on my knees and brought my cock too her lips. She eagerly devoured it. "Oh, yeah," I groaned, unable to resist my reaction to the intense pleasure of her soft lips sliding smoothly along my shaft. "Here's that cock you wanted. Oh, God that's so fucking good." She went to town on my dick, sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow. My cock swelled in her mouth, giving her a strong taste of my dripping nectar. Her tongue played over my sensitive crown while her lips pulled along the shaft delightfully. "You suck cock like a pro. Oh fuck, that's it. Suck me like the slut you are," I groaned, keeping up my filthy talk. "I know what you really want, though." "Mmm?" she said, her mouth stuffed with dick. "You want to fuck, don't you?" "Mm hmm," she assented. I slipped my cock from her mouth and got once again between her legs. I let my erection rub lightly against her pussy as I kissed her lips. "Oh, God," she pleaded. "Please fuck me. I need it now." "I can't," I said sternly, grinding the tip of my cock into her clit. "It would be wrong to deflower a lady, I'm afraid. It's too bad you never admitted to being a slut." "I'm a slut," she breathed. "What was that?" "Sir... I'm a slut. I need to be fucked." I placed the head of my cock at her entrance. "Please, sir," she begged. "Please fuck your slut. Please." With that, I gave my slut what she wanted and pushed my rod into her slick canal. She screamed so loud, suddenly satisfied after so much teasing. "Oh, yes!" she shouted as my cock dove to the bottom, filling her cunt completely. She struggled against her restraints as I ground against her mound and worked my cock around a little, stretching her. Her pussy clutched my cock in a desperate hug. Slowly, I drew my hips back, loving the way her twat gripped me. I paused for a moment with her sopping lips wrapped around my glans, then drove into her authoritatively and started fucking her with smooth strokes. It felt so fucking good. I bent her knees back to her chest and fucked her deep and hard. She crossed her ankles behind my head and pulled me into a grunting, lustful kiss. I pinched her nipples. "Oh, fuck!" she cried. "That's it, baby," I said, continuing to torment the nipples of my helpless lover. "Take that cock like the slut you are." "It's so deep," she groaned. This angle was stroking all the right spots for me. I knew I was going to lose it soon, but I'd be damned if I was going to let my slut make me come like that-not without making her lose control too. Together Again Pt. 02 I released her legs and she lowered them until they were wrapped around my ass. I fucked her hard, grinding against her mound on every stroke. Soon she was whimpering and gasping. I felt her pussy gush around my intruding cock. Her cunt began to twitch. She was close. "Are you gonna come, slut?" I sneered. "I can't help it," she cried pitifully. "Why not?" I asked, grinding solidly into her clit. "Because I'm a slut!" she screamed. Her body arched. Her pussy quivered, then began the delightful rhythmic pulsing of her orgasm. "Oh God! I'm a slut!" she cried, over and over as she thrashed against her restraints. "That's right, slut. Come all over your master's cock, now." Her cries filled the room. She arched her body hard against her restraints. Her pussy gripped my cock in regular contractions that felt stronger than a firm handshake. I couldn't take any more. I finally lost control myself and fucked her spasming cunt with abandon. Just as her orgasm began to wane, I started to feel the come boiling up from my balls. "Here it comes, slut," I groaned. I savored the delicious tension in my entire body as it climbed quickly to overload. "Uhn!" I grunted with my first contraction. My cock pulsed hard, driving pleasure through me as it launched my sperm into her gushing pussy. Wave after wave of wonderful sensation accompanied by sharp stabs of release took me. At last, I collapsed onto her. We panted in unison as we grasped for a hold on reality. I unsnapped her cuffs and she wrapped her arms around me. Her cunt gripped my softening cock, milking the final drops from it. I slowly slipped out of her pussy, feeling my milk ooze out onto her thighs. She closed her legs tight, as if holding it inside her. We wrapped ourselves around each other and drifted to a satisfied sleep. The next day promised another tearful scene at the airport, as I prepared to go back to the job that kept me separated from my one true love. We were both on the edge of tears. "Just a second," I said hoping to keep the lump in my throat from becoming an all-out bawl. "I have a present for you, since you were so obedient all night." Her eyes lit up. Few things made her happier than a present. I held out the small jewelry box for her. She opened it up and gasped. Inside, she found a thin gold chain, a tiny gold padlock and a gold key. I wrapped my arms around her and looked into her eyes. "Put it on. Be my dirty girl, please," I begged her. "Yes," she whispered with a nod. Tears sprang up to both our eyes. She wrapped the chain around her neck. Her shaking fingers snapped the padlock into place. It looked beautiful on her. The gold chain fit close around her throat while the delicate lock rested just at her chest. She handed me the key. I kissed her passionately and pulled her close. "Thank you," I said, breaking our kiss. "You have to obey me until I take it off." "Of course, sir." I slipped the key onto my key chain and dropped it into my jacket pocket. "I'll unlock this on my next visit," I promised. "Make it soon."