Be Ready
You send a message
“Be ready”
I hurry to remove me clothes, run to the door, and kneel. My wrists crossed behind my back, legs spread wide and exposed, waiting in full view for anyone who might walk in.
And you keep me there. Waiting. My nipples grow hard in the cold. My knees ache from the hard floor. But my cunt gets wetter the more I think about you coming to touch me. I can’t help squirming, trying to alleviate some of the ache I feel. But I stay kneeling, my legs agonizingly spread, my pussy untouched and wanting.
Finally you come in. My head goes down immediately and I only see your shoes in front of me.
“Slut.” You growl, I hear you undoing your belt and pants then you grab my hair roughly pulling my head up.
“Open.” My mouth opens and your cock is thrust hard and fast into my mouth. Before I can adjust you are fucking my mouth. I grip my wrists behind me to keep them still and struggle each time you gag me. I want to pull away, to keep you from going so deep, but I also desperately want your cock to stay in my mouth.
You are not impressed. You push my head down hard and I finally am able to swallow you into my throat without struggle. You hold me down, watching my legs squirm and writhe as I fight for breath. Released for a moment and my head is forced down again. You aren’t gentle. You have decided to use my mouth and you’ll use it the way you want. I’m not allowed to suck on you, savor you, taste you. It’s a fucking. You fuck my mouth. You fuck it hard so my lips and throat are raw. Im slick with spit. My face red.
You go fast, moving my head with your hands, then abruptly pull away and with a loud moan your cum shoots onto my face and breasts. I whimper. My mouth fucked but I’m not allowed your cum in my mouth. You slap my face.
“Be good. What do you say?”
“Thank you sir!”
You offer me your hand you slapped me with, wet with my spit and your cum and I lick it clean. Finally looking up at you with expectant eyes. Now I am not struggling I notice my cunt has dropped just as wet as my mouth is. There is evidence slipping to the floor of my arousal and need.
You notice too and squat down to stare at my dripping, aching, empty pussy. Your intense stare makes me shiver with humiliation even though my hips buck.
You lift your hand and I hold my breath, sure you’ll finally give me what I’d craved since your message, your touch on my body.
Instead you push the hair from my face and roughly push my head back down so I’m once again staring at the floor.
Then you leave. And I stay kneeling, dirty, used, abandoned, and aching.
“Be ready”
I hurry to remove me clothes, run to the door, and kneel. My wrists crossed behind my back, legs spread wide and exposed, waiting in full view for anyone who might walk in.
And you keep me there. Waiting. My nipples grow hard in the cold. My knees ache from the hard floor. But my cunt gets wetter the more I think about you coming to touch me. I can’t help squirming, trying to alleviate some of the ache I feel. But I stay kneeling, my legs agonizingly spread, my pussy untouched and wanting.
Finally you come in. My head goes down immediately and I only see your shoes in front of me.
“Slut.” You growl, I hear you undoing your belt and pants then you grab my hair roughly pulling my head up.
“Open.” My mouth opens and your cock is thrust hard and fast into my mouth. Before I can adjust you are fucking my mouth. I grip my wrists behind me to keep them still and struggle each time you gag me. I want to pull away, to keep you from going so deep, but I also desperately want your cock to stay in my mouth.
You are not impressed. You push my head down hard and I finally am able to swallow you into my throat without struggle. You hold me down, watching my legs squirm and writhe as I fight for breath. Released for a moment and my head is forced down again. You aren’t gentle. You have decided to use my mouth and you’ll use it the way you want. I’m not allowed to suck on you, savor you, taste you. It’s a fucking. You fuck my mouth. You fuck it hard so my lips and throat are raw. Im slick with spit. My face red.
You go fast, moving my head with your hands, then abruptly pull away and with a loud moan your cum shoots onto my face and breasts. I whimper. My mouth fucked but I’m not allowed your cum in my mouth. You slap my face.
“Be good. What do you say?”
“Thank you sir!”
You offer me your hand you slapped me with, wet with my spit and your cum and I lick it clean. Finally looking up at you with expectant eyes. Now I am not struggling I notice my cunt has dropped just as wet as my mouth is. There is evidence slipping to the floor of my arousal and need.
You notice too and squat down to stare at my dripping, aching, empty pussy. Your intense stare makes me shiver with humiliation even though my hips buck.
You lift your hand and I hold my breath, sure you’ll finally give me what I’d craved since your message, your touch on my body.
Instead you push the hair from my face and roughly push my head back down so I’m once again staring at the floor.
Then you leave. And I stay kneeling, dirty, used, abandoned, and aching.
5 years ago
