1. Earning the Collar part I


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: bad_girl_punished, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    “Earning the Collar” Part I She was bouncing for the whole flight, unable to sit still; awaiting the landing to jump off and run to the exit. When she was finally able to de-board she had to calm herself to keep from sprinting to the bathroom to change. Once in the stall, she ripped open her backpack and began to change into her uniform: white button down blouse, blue skirt to the knees, no panties or bra. She walked quickly to the exit and baggage claim area. Looking and peering around for him. Finally she spotted him, leaning against a window pane in his black t-shirt and jeans, holding a sign: “Mine.” She walked up to him, trying to hide her smile. He raises a hand to her cheek, caressing, returning her hidden smile. His hand tracing down her arm, grabbing her hand. He leads her outside to his awaiting car. He opens the door and helps her in to her seat. Taking her bag he throws it into the trunk before making his way to his seat. He looks over at her before he starts the ignition: her back pressed into the seat, her legs spread to the ends of the seat, skirt pulled up to her hips, fingers gripping the side. “Very good. Yes very good.” He pulls onto the highway, back to his place. His hand reaching over to her knee, slowly rubbing her thigh. She feels his hand blaze a trail of warmth along her bare skin. She tries to hold still but he can feel her strain. “Did you follow all my instructions?” he asks of. “Yes sir, always.” “I’ll be the judge of that.” as he pulls his hand ...
    up further. His right hand finding her trimmed pussy mound, “Mmmm good girl.” He reaches under and presses his middle finger onto her clit. He hears quick intake of air. He works her clit, rolling it around his finger. Soft moans escaping her lips. He feels her hips starting to rock on his hand. Her right hand gripping the door handle, her left hand gripping his forearm. “Please, please, sir, please?” she begs. “Yes?” he asks mockingly. Before she can respond verbally, her body starts to shake and tremor. She puts her right foot up on the dashboard as he fingers her to orgasm. “Aahhhh yessssssssssssssss.” He snickers as she tries to catch her breath. She grips his wrist and puts it to her mouth, sucking his cum covered fingers. She finishes devouring his hand when he pulls up to the house. They walk the few steps up to the door hand in hand. Once inside, he throws her bag into the corner and presses her back into the door. His lips pressed to hers, massaging them softly. His hands gripping either side of her face as her lips respond to the taste of his. Her hands on his waist, pulling at the fabric of his t-shirt. He pulls back just as she gasps for air. “I have something for you.” He backs away and heads toward the cabinet. He opens the drawer and pulls out a black box. He raises his hand and signals her to come over. She walks too him as he opens the box. Inside is a white collar studded with diamonds, a round silver D-ring hanging down the front and a buckle in the back. ...
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