He makes me stand in front of him and pulls my dress up to the top of my thighs. He runs his fingers between my legs. He tells me to go upstairs and he undresses me. He plays with my body and eats me. He says that my cunt tastes beautiful to him. He stretches and provokes me. He lets me taste him, which I do with enthusiasm. We fuck.
Later he tests my limits. He asks me to lay across his lap and I do so. He spanks me, hard open hits. He tells me to kneel at the end of his bed and spanks me again with his hand and a cane. I hurt and struggle, scramble away from him. He tells me to get back to my position. "How many can you take?" I don't know. He settles on three and makes me count each hit aloud.
He pulls me up by my hair and kisses me softly. He tells me I've done well and allows me to suck him. I do so, then I spit on him. He lifts me from his flesh by the neck and curses into my ear. How dare I. He smacks me again, quick hits in succession and then he fucks me.
While on my back he clamps my nipples, makes my legs shake and my feelings shatter as I come against him, he lets me try again. I make him orgasm with my mouth in placid gentle compliance.
Later I let him stimulate my bottom and cunt again with his cock. Against my better will and judgement, with no thought to pleasure for myself I completely give in. His second orgasm soothes me in cathartic white glow. The release ebbs out like a leaking wound. It provokes a lot of feeling.
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