by Sanya Sitter
So I use the opportunity to make my move. I crouch down in front of him, then push his knees apart and lean my head in between them.
Pink nails sink beneath the waist of his khakis and I tug them down to his knees. My eyes light up as I peel back his briefs.
Mr. Peterson seems to be in a state of shock. I gasp at the size of him. It’s thicker and longer than any dildo I’d fit inside me.
A slippery tongue traces the edge of my eager lips. I bat my eyelashes, smirking as my lustful gaze provokes a trembling apprehension on his face. Then my smirk curls to form a devilish grin.
I wonder if I can fit him all down my naughty little throat.
Soft, crimson lips part and a clear film of spit stretches between them. Hot breath spills from my moist cavern. My long hair drapes over his thighs as my head lowers slowly, until…
“Maddie? What are you—“ But his words are interrupted by the warmth and wetness of my mouth on his cock.
“Mm-mmh…” I mutter an incompressible string of syllables with a mouth full of dick. My eyelids flutter at the sweet and salty taste of him.
“Ungh!” Mr. Peterson moans deep and tilts his head back over the couch. Then the room is filled with nothing but the wet slurping sounds of his dick getting sucked.
His whole body jolts when I grope his balls and press the flat of my tongue against his shaft. His stiff dick is enveloped in a hot breathy sigh as I lap along its length, playing around the neck and teasing the head.
“Fuck, Maddie… that feels amazing.” Shit, he doesn’t even know what I can really do.
I wrap slender fingers around the head, lifting it to align with my gaping hole. I take in a deep breath of air before plunging myself on his throbbing cock.
“Fuck!” He groans when he slips inside the back of my throat, nearly all the way. I fight the urge to retch and force myself down farther. Lucky for him, I’ve had a lot of practice at this.
Using his legs for leverage, I push down until I feel him lodged in my esophagus. A thick spurt of bubbly spit drools from the edge of my lips.
The gag reflex forces my throat muscles to clench around his enormous girth. I bob up and down on his cock, stroking the entire length inside my spasming throat. Mr. Peterson groans to every swivel of my head and passionate lap of my tongue.
His thigh muscles start to twitch and my body shakes on top of his quaking legs. My hand tickling his scrotum feels his balls retracting and a subtle flinch of his dick. I think Mr. Peterson is about to cum in my…
“Agh!” Mr. Peterson’s deep moans fill the room. His head jerks back as the thick veins of his cock pulse hard against the lining of my throat. My bloodshot eyes swell with tears, my neck straining to hold the whole thing in. The orgasm rolls through his shuddering body while his cock pumps its warm cum down my esophagus.
Mr. Peterson writhes, hands holding the sides of my face, moaning with every bounce and twist of my head while I suck him off like a true expert. His pelvis drills into the back of my throat with sporadic thrusts as I milk the semen from his balls. A white mix of spit and cum trickles down the shaft. My tongue licks and curls to lap up every lost drop.
When the trembling in his legs subsides, I lift off his cock and hold the warm load in my open mouth for him to see. I roll the spunk around with my tongue, feeling the sticky viscous stuff cling to my tongue and the inside my cheeks. Mr. Peterson watches me with dilated pupils while his erection continues to twitch and dribble. His cock shimmers in a sloppy wet sheen of my saliva.
“Mmm…” My lashes flutter when his cum sloshes down my eager chute. I manage to gulp it down in a single delicious swallow. “Tastes good.” My tongue circles my lips, lapping up the remnants above my chin. I wipe across my face with the back of a hand and beam up at him between his trembling knees.
Mr. Peterson sinks down into the cushions with eyes glazed over. I curl up beside him and trace a fingertip playfully on his cock, finding pleasure in watching him twitch and squirm to the lightest touch.
******
“There’s still something I need to tell you,” I say. I find a sudden confidence and decide to finally come clean. After all, I just gave him an amazing blowjob. How angry could he possibly get? “The thing is, I…”
Mr. Peterson props his head up and turns to me. “What is it?”
“I—I stole your credit card.” There, I said it. It’s out there now. He doesn’t seem to react, just blinks slowly. “And I ran up quite a lot of charges.” It feels so good to finally get out of my system.
But there’s still no reaction.
Mr. Peterson just stares blankly. He is starting to make me nervous. Is he really that angry? “Mr. Peterson? Say something…”
Then he bursts into laughter. He sits upright and puts an arm over my shoulders, laughing hysterically.
What’s going on?
He pauses a moment to look me in the eyes, like he’s reading them to see if I’m being serious or not. His eyes squint and his face contorts. He can’t hold back a second wave.
My eyes shift uncomfortably. I join him with a nervous giggle.
“What—what’s so funny, Mr. Peterson?”
“You thought…” he says, patting my shoulder, “you thought I didn’t know!” He lurches forward and starts in on another fit of laughing.
“You mean… you already knew?”
Mr. Peterson’s laughter comes to an abrupt end. His expression is suddenly very serious.
“What, do you take me for some kind of idiot?”
“I—how did you—“
“I’ll ask you again.” He’s standing now, pulling up his underwear and buttoning his pants. “Do you take me for some kind of idiot?”
“No!” I shake my head.
“You mean no, sir.”
“No, sir!” I curl up on the couch, tucking my knees to my chest. “I swear!”
“Of course I knew. In fact, I’ve known all along.” He glares down at me. His eyes are cold and distant. “The credit card company called me the first time you made a purchase.” He flashes a sinister grin. “A magic wand dildo, wasn’t it?”
My pale cheeks go flush with embarrassment. I can’t bear to look at him with those condemning eyes. My head sags and my hair falls over my face, the dark strands clinging to my cheeks wet with tears.
“I always figured you were a kinky little brat.”
I’m a total mess. And yet, there’s a voice stirring inside me. Not of shame, but excitement.
Now Mr. Peterson knows the truth about what I am. My mind wants to be ashamed, but instead I feel liberated. I don't have to hide it anymore.
“How can I make it up to you?” I ask, sniffling. “I just want to make it right.”
“Oh, you will.” He leans down and scoops under my clenched jaw, raising my head to watch me fight back the tears. “By accepting the punishment you deserve.”
A sudden chill runs the length of my spine, forcing me to perk up on the couch. His words seem to activate a strange desire within me, a secret urge I was hardly familiar with. A desire to be punished.
“Y—yes…” I say. His brows furrow. “I mean—yes, sir.” My pussy quivers at the thought. I want to say it. Need to say it. He has my permission to do with me as he pleases. Take me however he wants. “Yes! I’ll give you my body and everything else. Just—just forgive me, sir! please!”
“Then get undressed.”
I do as instructed, quickly and obediently.
“Wait,” he says. I freeze in place when my bra crumples to the floor beside my shirt. He grabs a cupful of naked breast and flicks at its hard, perky center. He watches me writhe in place as the tingling bursts of pleasure branch out to every nerve.
He pinches the stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger and gives it a rough twist.
“Agh!” The searing pain shoots through me and my knees wobble. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stifle a scream, squinting as the soft tissue stretches around his fingers.
“Do you wan
t me to stop?” Mr. Peterson grins, then twists harder.
“N—no, sir!” I manage through a gasp, doing my best to hide as much visible pain. He wants me to give in. Wants to prove that I’m not worthy of his forgiveness. But I am determined to accept his punishment.
My head tilts back and I grit my teeth behind pursed lips. I just want to scream. I don’t know if I can hold it in.
Then the pain subsides in a kind of wet, swirling pleasure. I look down to see Mr. Peterson’s lips seal around the areola. He stuffs the breast in his mouth and licks wildly on the nipple, slurping and sucking while he holds me against the hardness of his bare chest.
My back arches and I let out a long, deep moan. His arm wraps tight around the small of my back to hold me in place while my neck rolls to the electric sensation of his tongue.
His mouth peels off and my tit gleams with a dripping coat of saliva. Supple breasts heave above the soft billows of my stomach as I draw in slow, heavy breaths.
Wiping the spit from his mouth, he says, “Now take off your skirt.”
“S—sorry?” I immediately regret saying it. His amber eyes light up like a blaze of fire.
“My forgiveness does not come easy, and neither will your punishment.” He gives my breast a hard squeeze, his fingers threatening another excruciating twist of the nipple.
I shimmy out of the tiny skirt and stand before him with self-conscious hands fidgeting at my navel. Mr. Peterson snorts, looking me up and down, his eyes glossing over the flare of my hips, down to the white pumps I’m still wearing, and settling on my pink lace panties.
I’ve never felt so exposed.
“Now turn around, and bend over,” he says, lifting off his shirt. His voice is cold and callous.
There’s a long pause, and I quickly regret hesitating. With just one raised eyebrow, he compels me to obey. The ripples of his powerful torso flex with commanding authority. I know where this is going.
The truth is I desire to receive his punishment. In fact, I’ve never wanted anything so badly. To be taken by the man I am in love with, to be disciplined by his hand.
“Y-yes, sir.” It feels good to be so deliciously naughty.
His hand traces over the contours of my waist, gliding over the slender, pale curves as I turn and bend. I pinch my bottom lip with my teeth when the hand rolls over the taut skin of my perfect round ass. Then I let out a surprised yelp when he squeezes a handful-sized chunk.
“You’ve been a very naughty little girl, Maddie.”
My heart pounds in my chest when his fingers dip beneath the waist of my panties. He brings them down to mid-thigh in one sudden jerk, revealing the dripping sex between my legs.
A smooth, caressing hand rolls over my ass cheeks, sending a chill up my spine that raises the tiny hairs at the back of my neck. My eyelids droop in resignation of the coming punishment.
SMACK!
The whip-cracking sound of his palm landing square against my ass is followed by the long, deep moan of air expelling itself from my lungs. My pussy flutters to the stinging pain crawling up my backside.
SMACK!
“Ungh!” My shoulders spasm to the force of his next blow against the other cheek. What was once a pale shade is now a colorful pink. My hips writhe to the sharp tingling pleasure.
He unleashes a flurry of spanks, each one more potent than the last. My manicured fingernails dig deep into the skin of my knees while I clutch them for balance. My face contorts between shrill moans, punctuated by the resounding slap of skin against skin.
At last, he gives pause. The residual tingles of pain cause me to whimper in tiny squeaks between heavy, rapid breaths. What was at first a rosy pink discoloration is a stained red and purple marking of his handiwork.
My eyes shoot wide when two fingers slip between my legs.
“I don’t fucking believe it!” Mr. Peterson scoffs. “Is this making you wet?” It’s true. His relentless spanks have turned my quivering pussy into a mess of fluids. His fingers pad around the dripping desire seeping down my thighs.
“I knew a dirty little slut like you would require a harsher punishment.” I squeal when he swipes across my ass hard enough to make me stumble forward. “Don’t move.”
“Yes, sir.”
I wouldn’t dare disobey him now. I don’t know what he has in mind, but I’d only make it worse by moving. So I do as instructed and remain frozen in place until he returns.
“Spread your ass cheeks apart.”
“M—Mister Peterson?”
“Now.”
“Yes, sir.”
I reach around and curl slender fingers between my crack. “Like—like this?” I spread my ass cheeks wide and await whatever is coming with a sort of perverse eagerness.
My ass clenches out of reflex when a warm liquid slicks down my crack, coating my puckered anus. Mr. Peterson lands a hard blow against a raw cheek, the hardest one yet. Tears well in my eyes and roll over flushed cheeks.
“Keep them spread, Maddie.”
“S-sorry—I mean—yes, sir.”
I peel the cheeks apart again, fighting my own instinct to keep them shut, my trembling knees doing their best to support me.
Tiny goosebumps raise on the surface of my skin at the sound of his pants unzipping. My pussy clenches when I feel the bulbous head of his cock circling the slick, puckered entrance of my asshole.
I fling my head back, tossing my long hair onto the sheen of sweat of my arched back. His dick pushes into me, the tight, oil coated walls giving way to the pressure.
My echoing wails fill the room when his cock slips into my ass. The thorough lubrication softens the pain, but only a little. Somehow, I manage to keep my cheeks spread, fighting through the urge to let my arms fall limp.
The girth of him spreads my insides. The thick, long shaft continues its penetration into the depths of my ass. My head rolls to the odd pleasure of him entering me entirely.
My hips lift on their own, writhing against Mr. Peterson’s hard abdomen while his balls tap my slit. The pain is a distant afterthought, shadowed by a heat of building pleasure deep in my core.
My ass rock against him, taking him in whole as my tongue darts to the corner of my mouth. The sensation of his cock is a new kind of stimulation unlike anything I’ve put up my ass before. Nothing else could fill me so completely.
My insides shudder to the push and tug of his enormous cock. My legs begin to quake. His hands clutch the sides of my waist while he plumbs my anal cavity, sending me into a fit of desperate moaning, ready to embrace the coming orgasm.
But he pushes himself out of me by the waist. I make an audible pout, raising my hips in search of his cock.
I feel it again when it slides down my crack, the throbbing pulse beating between the wet folds of my aching pussy.
“Agh!” Mr. Peterson moans when I arch my hips and he slips inside, my tight walls contracting around his stiffness. He unloads another round of quick strikes against my ass to punish me for my disobedience. But I fight through the pain of it, pushing backward all the way to the hilt.
When my tightness squeezes around the entire length, the sensation is too much for him to continue. His arms wrap around my middle instead and he begins a series of quick, impaling thrusts.
My head tilts back and I moan out. My body jerks back and forth to the power of his rhythmic humps. The muscles of my core contract and flutter with Mr. Peterson balls deep inside my pussy.
“Fuck! Fuck!” He groans and grabs a handful of tit in each hand. I squirm beneath him, bucking my hips and grinding on his massive cock.
My heart flutters before the surge of orgasmic energy flows out to each extremity. The walls of my pussy contract and spasm, shooting hot waves of ecstasy through my entire body.
I’m still twitching underneath him, lost in the sensual fog of my own climax when Mr. Peterson reaches his own.
His hands tighten like vises around my breasts while he ejaculates a thick load of spunk into my uterus. I can
feel the pounding of his heart against my back, the chiseled muscles of his chest digging in as his whole body convulses on top me.
Endless spurts of hot cum fill my insides. Our bodies spasm together and we moan in unison. My back peels away from his chest and my hips work to milk the massive load from his dick.
I can’t hold myself up and longer. My knees buckle and I fall forward onto the carpet floor, a white string of semen trailing out from my pussy and trickling off Mr. Peterson’s engorged head.
I continue twitching on the ground with my ass in the air, the aftershocks of an incredible orgasm still coursing through me as I try to recover my breath.