to.”
With a sulky humph, she raised her legs just a little.
“Higher.”
Slowly she obeyed him, raising her legs so he could see the white of her buttocks in the faint moonlight from the window.
“Good. Now hold them there.”
With a smack, he brought the whip down on her bared ass.
She gave a gasp of indrawn breath, but did not lower her legs.
“Good girl,” he said. He bent his head to her pussy and gave her clit a light lick, then ran his tongue over her cunt.
She was dripping wet, her musky juices running down the cleft between her buttocks. “That is what girls get when they are good.” He raised his head and brought the whip down sharply on her buttocks again. “And this is what they get when they are naughty. Do you understand the difference?”
“I wil be good, I promise. I wil never be naughty again.”
He smacked her again, and then again, but though she cried out with each blow, she kept her legs in the air. “I see you are determined to be good.”
“I am.”
He turned the whip around, holding it by the top of the handle and pushed the tip of it into her cunt. If he were to fuck her now, he would not have the self-control to take it slowly. He’d thrust into her hard and deep and hurt her. But the whip handle was smal and slight and would satisfy her need to be fil ed while he licked her. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
He pushed it a little way further into her, leaving the tail of the whip hanging out of her. “Good.”
She gasped as it entered her. “Mmmm, yes, very good.”
Another nudge and it was buried inside her, her pussy muscles closing around it and hiding it from view. The sight of it made his bal s ache with the need for release.
He took his cock in his hand and knelt over her, stroking himself.
He was past being able to think of anything but his own desire for her. She would have to wait until he was satisfied before he attended to her needs.
“I’m going to come al over your breasts. And then I’m going to lick your clit and fuck you with the whip handle until you come.” Slowly he stroked himself with one hand, enjoying the tension slowly building up inside him. With his other hand, he stroked her body, enjoying the curves of her breasts, the swel of her hips, dipping in between her legs to tease her clit with feather-light touches and to tug gently at the tail of the whip.
His cum was rising like a river in flood, threatening to spil its banks. Giving in to the urgency in his blood, he stroked himself faster and faster until he could hear nothing but the pounding in his ears and feel nothing but the desperate need building inside him.
Beneath him, Bess lay at his mercy, unable to move, her wide eyes watching him as he pumped harder and harder.
His orgasm overtook him, stripping away any vestige of his self-control. Throwing his head back and giving a strangled cry, his seed erupted on to Bess’ white breasts in a flood of absolute pleasure. Spurt after spurt of cum covered her, until final y his cock hung limp and wet in his hand, boneless with satisfaction.
Tempted though he was to col apse on top of her in exhaustion, he needed to make her cry out with the same pleasure before he was done.
Her face was flushed and her lids half-closed. By the erectness of her nipples and the trickle of juice that was escaping her cunt to drizzle onto the sheets, the sight of his orgasm had excited her too. “Did you like that?” he asked her, rubbing his cum into her breasts with a gentle circular motion. “Did you like having my seed spurt out on to your breasts? Did you like watching me take my pleasure, feeling my wetness cover you?”
Her only answer was a soft moan, and she raised her hips in the air and let her legs fal open in a wanton invitation.
The tip of the whip handle, glistening with her juice, was just protruding from between her cunt lips. He pushed
With a sulky humph, she raised her legs just a little.
“Higher.”
Slowly she obeyed him, raising her legs so he could see the white of her buttocks in the faint moonlight from the window.
“Good. Now hold them there.”
With a smack, he brought the whip down on her bared ass.
She gave a gasp of indrawn breath, but did not lower her legs.
“Good girl,” he said. He bent his head to her pussy and gave her clit a light lick, then ran his tongue over her cunt.
She was dripping wet, her musky juices running down the cleft between her buttocks. “That is what girls get when they are good.” He raised his head and brought the whip down sharply on her buttocks again. “And this is what they get when they are naughty. Do you understand the difference?”
“I wil be good, I promise. I wil never be naughty again.”
He smacked her again, and then again, but though she cried out with each blow, she kept her legs in the air. “I see you are determined to be good.”
“I am.”
He turned the whip around, holding it by the top of the handle and pushed the tip of it into her cunt. If he were to fuck her now, he would not have the self-control to take it slowly. He’d thrust into her hard and deep and hurt her. But the whip handle was smal and slight and would satisfy her need to be fil ed while he licked her. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
He pushed it a little way further into her, leaving the tail of the whip hanging out of her. “Good.”
She gasped as it entered her. “Mmmm, yes, very good.”
Another nudge and it was buried inside her, her pussy muscles closing around it and hiding it from view. The sight of it made his bal s ache with the need for release.
He took his cock in his hand and knelt over her, stroking himself.
He was past being able to think of anything but his own desire for her. She would have to wait until he was satisfied before he attended to her needs.
“I’m going to come al over your breasts. And then I’m going to lick your clit and fuck you with the whip handle until you come.” Slowly he stroked himself with one hand, enjoying the tension slowly building up inside him. With his other hand, he stroked her body, enjoying the curves of her breasts, the swel of her hips, dipping in between her legs to tease her clit with feather-light touches and to tug gently at the tail of the whip.
His cum was rising like a river in flood, threatening to spil its banks. Giving in to the urgency in his blood, he stroked himself faster and faster until he could hear nothing but the pounding in his ears and feel nothing but the desperate need building inside him.
Beneath him, Bess lay at his mercy, unable to move, her wide eyes watching him as he pumped harder and harder.
His orgasm overtook him, stripping away any vestige of his self-control. Throwing his head back and giving a strangled cry, his seed erupted on to Bess’ white breasts in a flood of absolute pleasure. Spurt after spurt of cum covered her, until final y his cock hung limp and wet in his hand, boneless with satisfaction.
Tempted though he was to col apse on top of her in exhaustion, he needed to make her cry out with the same pleasure before he was done.
Her face was flushed and her lids half-closed. By the erectness of her nipples and the trickle of juice that was escaping her cunt to drizzle onto the sheets, the sight of his orgasm had excited her too. “Did you like that?” he asked her, rubbing his cum into her breasts with a gentle circular motion. “Did you like having my seed spurt out on to your breasts? Did you like watching me take my pleasure, feeling my wetness cover you?”
Her only answer was a soft moan, and she raised her hips in the air and let her legs fal open in a wanton invitation.
The tip of the whip handle, glistening with her juice, was just protruding from between her cunt lips. He pushed
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