1. Driving Miss Jones


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    sex with you as well, I'm afraid," I informed her, "Your bargaining position is tenuous to say the least." She finished the Pizza, "Hands on ankles," I suggested, "I saw it on Roberts video." I grinned. She did as I asked and I began to wind the red cord her left wrist and ankle. it was strong yet elastic and designed to leave no marks, I tied it off and started on the right wrist, she just sat passively and let me do it, and then I tied cords from just below the knee to just above he elbow and it was only when I laid a curtain behind her and gently pushed her onto her back that she realised how exposed and vulnerable she was. "Oh dear god no!" she wailed, "Not my bottom please, oh please don't, Robert tried, I don't do anal." "Would you rather I used your pussy instead?" I asked. "Please," she said, "You wont mark my face or cut my ears off will you." "Not if you take your punishment like a good girl and fuck nicely," I told her, "I think I better give six of the best for now don't you?" Her eyes followed me as I picked up the whip, it was awkward in the confined space with the ceiling barely six foot six high but three swats from the left and three from the right reddened her rump nicely, and then I announced I was going to watch TV for a while and wash the coke from me hair. I came back an hour later, she was watching helplessly, "I brought you the cheesecake, I said you could have some if you were good, and you were very good earlier so I brought some." "You said." she ...
    said, "If I fucked nicely." "If you promise you'll try to fuck me nicely then you can have the cheesecake first, what do you say?" I asked. "Not my bum?" she asked, "Just ordinary?" "Very straight," I said, and I sliced the cheesecake with a knife and fed it to her with a spoon. "Mmm," she said licking her lips, "Ok, but no Anal, agreed?" "Not today anyway," I agreed. "Do you want to get it over with?" she asked nervously as I set the plate down. "I suppose we should," I agreed, and my erection resumed it's tent poling as soon as she said it, so I hauled my boxers down. "Oh my it's too big!" she gasped, "Robert's is nothing like as." "And what about all the others?" I asked, "The ones you don't remember." "That's not fair!" she complained, as she tried to look coy, with her pussy pouting at me. "It would appear that you turn me on," I explained, and I put the plate aside and moved towards her, she could do absolutely nothing to stop me, but her latent self preservation instinct had betrayed her and moisture glistened between her pussy lips. I rested the very tip of my tool against her pink softness and she opened like an exotic flower and welcomed me in the crudest most primeval and most delightful way possible. "Nnng," she exclaimed as she tried to stifle her moans, but then I was floating on her moistness in a sea of ecstasy, I expected reluctance not need and swiftly the floating turned to something profoundly different as she gripped me with willing muscles. She stared at ...
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