(This is a two part story, posted as a Double Feature. Read Part 2 here.)
Cheeky Girl (The Lesson: Part 1)
Pain. Pleasure. It all blended together. I was nice and tender but the smile on my face indicated that I’d enjoyed every bit of it. I pulled the sheet closer and my nipple protested at the fabric that grazed it. I whimpered but it wasn’t because I was complaining. I ache and it was from being well used.
He’d had his way with me bringing his dirty fantasies to life. I couldn’t believe the things that I’d done. A blush crept from my toes up to my hair follicles displaying exactly how I felt about the things he’d accomplished.
“Reminiscing?”
Startled, I gasped. My eyes darted to the doorway where He stood looking at me. Only parts of my body were covered by the sheet but it was as if he could see right through. He knew my body better than I did and it was an unsettling feeling. I pulled the sheets closer as if it could shield me from the inevitable. I was his for as long as I was here.
He made his way toward me and though I was anxious, my body thrummed with energy at the possibilities. As tender as I was, I couldn’t be ready for him again, right? I closed my eyes and time transfixed me into the moment where it all began.
***
There was something to be said about men with beards. For the love of me, I just wanted to lean in close and cuddle their faces. Nuzzling the hair there did all kinds of things to my nether places. Being denied the opportunity to touch was pure torture.
On the floor, I waited. My hands were firmly tied behind my back, roped along with everything else. He’d chosen blue rope because he enjoyed the color of it along my skin. Who was I to deny him? He’d tied the last knot and now all I could do was ponder my fate. I knew that no matter what I came up with, it wouldn’t be close to his evil ploy.
Speaking of torture, he’d pulled a number on me tonight. For starters, The rope caressed all of my naughty bits making it difficult to focus on any one thing. There was a blue anal plug firmly in place. Next, there were blue clothes pins on my nipples keeping them nice and hard. Initially, he’d used the rope to pinch my nipples sensitizing them so that even the lightest sweep of the wind stirred more need. He decided that he needed more. That’s when he’d grabbed the pins instead.
There was a knot that pressed against my clit keeping it nice and stimulated. The rope had to be drenched against my sex because my body hummed for the slightest relief. I wanted Him. Lastly, there was a blue and white wand vibrating against my mound on the medium setting. I squirmed against it wanting the friction to get me off. It vibrated only against the top and if I arched for more it would probably fall. I groaned in frustration. I groaned. “Why?”
“Why what, pet?”
“Why are you doing this?”
He sat directly in front of me on the couch watching me take every breath. My every struggle fed his sadistic nature. He was enjoying himself if the bulge in his lap was any indication. He leaned forward and feather light touches from his hand caressed my breasts. I sighed in defeat. It didn’t matter why he was doing this. He could and would.
He leaned down, drifting closer to me so slowly that the anticipation was killing me. When his lips touched mine, it was like finding water in the desert. I was starved for it and only he could sate me. I whimpered. I was hooked and I knew it. Tongues twisted and he held me close as he took what he wanted how he wanted it. I literally throbbed for him. I gasped in shock when I felt pressure to the wand, sending the vibrations lower and harder.
The pulses induced shock to my body. I felt every nerve as it came alive. Everything tightened and my heart rate accelerated. So close. I panted. More! Almost. Right…
He removed the wand and pulled me onto and then over his lap. He caressed my face at the same time that he played in my wetness. I cooed needed more. My breathing hitched when he inserted something thick into me and began stroking me. What was he doing to me? Sensations traveled over my body and my eyes seemed to roll backward. The rope was holding the presumed dildo inside me firmly. I arched my hips and was rewarded with a firm swat. I looked over at him and he raised his eyebrow.
“It’s time for your punishment, cheeky girl.”
The next hit was on the swell of my butt and the sensations vibrated both the plug and the dildo. I closed my eyes to try to gain control but he never let up. Before I knew it, tears were pouring from my face and I was sobbing for relief.
“Please! Please!”
He didn’t say a word. It registered louder than the spanking. I wailed and collapsed onto him. Relaxing into the pain. After a while, he stopped and ran his hand across the skin that was probably fire engine red. I hissed but he continued. He chuckled and I turned towards him.
“You’re so wet.”
He had no way of telling and I couldn’t have been. Suddenly I felt his fingers trailing the wetness on my thighs, infuriating me. Before I could object, he slid me to the floor and unbuttoned his pants. His waist was at eye level so I swallowed hard. Words were caught in my throat unsure if it was wise to speak.
His erection was nice and hard. He stood at attention and pre-cum beaded at the top. The tie that was once around his neck was wrapped around the back of my neck and he used it to pull my mouth to him. I opened and it was filled immediately. I moaned. He tasted delicious.
“Cheeky girls need their mouths full to keep them in line.” I groaned.
I nodded but the effects of his actions made me shift. I wanted him inside of my cunt badly. I hummed around him and he moaned. He pulled my head forward and began fucking my mouth. It started off slowly but gradually he moved faster until he was in my throat and I was gagging for air. That didn’t stop him. I focused on breathing through my nose and flattening my jaw. He pulled out of my mouth and I took the small reprieve to swallow and gain as much air as I could. Between my legs was drenched with need. I whined needed more.
“Please, Master.” He tapped the side of my face with his cock before filling it. I moaned.
“Mhm…”
He flexed his hips and rode the reins of my mouth steadily. I shook with need trying to keep my body in check. I was losing the battle and the pending orgasm was seconds from exploding. He withdrew and bent me over the couch. The dildo was withdrawn and I was filled with him instead. He spread my legs and pushed my face into the couch as he sought refuge in my body. He spanked me hard as he bucked blending more pleasure and pain. I screamed in ecstasy at finally getting what I needed. Suddenly, my hair was pulled and my back arched taking him deeper.
“Oh. My. God!” I screamed.
“Take it all.” He said between clinched teeth.
“Yes!”
His other hand gripped the rope at my lower back pulling me even harder. I couldn’t hold it anymore. It was time. I shouted and screamed as I creamed for him. I clenched down on the anal plug and him gripping hard.
“Yes!” He roared.
His strokes stiffened as he came. I collapsed over the back of me giving me his warmth. I closed my eyes relaxing into the moment.
“Lesson of the day?” He questioned between gulping air into his lungs.
“Cheeky girls, get filled and fucked?” I teased. My words came out slurred and breathless.
He chuckled and swatted my ass. It was all I remembered before drifting.
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