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Author Topic: Good sluts don’t tease.  (Read 1527 times)

« on: January 05, 2016, 12:00:00 PM »

“Are you teasing me, slut?” Sir asked as I ran my fingertips lightly against his hard cock.

I looked up through my eyelashes. “Maybe,” I said coyly. He seemed like he’d been enjoying what I was doing, afterall – why stop?

His hand grabbed mine. “That’s not fair,” he said, his voice low. “Stand up, get undressed, and face the wall.”

The slut was in trouble.

I did as he said, and assumed the position - standing on my toes, legs spread, braced by my hands.

I felt Sir come up behind me. He entered me roughly and shoved his body against mine so I was pushed against the wall.

“That wasn’t very nice, slut,” he said as he roughly slammed his entire length into me.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I panted.

“Are you?” He grabbed my hips and guided me away from the wall. I let myself fall into position – legs straight and spread, bent completely over at the waist, hands on the ground.

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

He thrust, hard. “Sorry for what?”

“For teasing you, Sir,” I cried out.

Sir’s fingers dug into my hips, deliciously painful. “Why are you sorry for that?” he asked.

“Because – “ I began, but lost my train of thought with a particularly deep thrust.

“Because why, slut?” Sir demanded.

“Because – “ I started again, but the word caught in my mouth as I couldn’t help but moan.

Sir reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling my body back up.

“Because,” he thrust.

“A,” another thrust.

“Good,” another.

“Slut,” another.

“Doesn’t,” another.

“Tease,” he slammed into me hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” I all but screamed.

He released my hair and returned his hands to their position on my hips, fucking me roughly.

After a painfully magnificent while, “I’m close, slut. Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

“What’s that?” Sir asked, his movements growing more frantic.

“Good sluts don’t tease, Sir,” I said.

“That’s right, slut,” he panted. “Do you want my cum in your tight little pussy?”

“Yes, Sir. Please,” I begged.

With a few more thrusts, I heard Sir release a heavy sigh as he came inside me.

He leaned forward, kissed my back.

I’d like to say the slut learned her lesson, but with punishment like that, well…she may need a reminder every now and then.

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« Reply #1 on: January 13, 2016, 05:07:18 AM »

Why, thats a nice one !!  emot_laughing.gif

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« Reply #2 on: January 16, 2016, 05:18:28 PM »

An egg timer story.   Maybe expand it to the full breakfast?

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You've made the volcano angry!

« Reply #3 on: October 08, 2016, 05:39:39 PM »

A little late to the party, but nice little gem.
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« Reply #4 on: October 15, 2016, 06:30:52 PM »

I haven't spent time in this section before, ironically enough, but I'm glad this was the first I read. The attitude sounds familiar...
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