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My boss Charlie and I decided to hire Colin for the open position in our communications department because I was a graphic designer and we needed a writer.

Colin was a newspaper reporter looking to finally transition out of the notoriously low-paid industry. 

I’d been with the school district for a year and during that time Charlie had been doing the writing, but he’d recently been promoted to Director of Community Relations, which meant he’d be spending more of his time at community events and meetings, helping promote our schools to our residents. 

And that meant Charlie’s writing days were over. 

We had a lot of good candidates, but Colin was always my choice. Like me, he was in his mid-thirties and married with two daughters. In fact, our oldest daughters were both six and our youngest daughters were both three. 

I also liked that he was laid back and quick to make a joke. He seemed self-confident without a shred of arrogance. 

When Charlie called to offer him the job, he accepted immediately. 

Two weeks later there he was, working at the desk right across from me. 

Over the next few months, he quickly became far more than a colleague; he also became one of my best friends. 

I was excited to get to the office every day because I knew we’d do work together while joking around and laughing the day away. 

We shared nearly identical tastes in books, movies, music, and food. 

One afternoon, Charlie told us he was sending us to a national conference in New Orleans the following spring and we excitedly plotted the restaurants and music venues we’d check out. 

Yeah, Colin was definitely the right hire. 

I’d also be lying to you if I didn’t admit that he was attractive. He was tall and I was tiny. He had light hair and I had dark hair. He had blue eyes and I had brown eyes. 

Even though we’d already grown very close, Colin never did anything to suggest he viewed me as any more than a friend. 

One Friday after Colin and I had been working together for about six months, I received a text from my best friend Carrie, who worked at an advertising firm in downtown Minneapolis. 

It read: “Have some, shall we say, big gossip about your friend Colin …”

After a flurry of back-and-forth texts. I learned that Carrie had a new co-worker, Katie, who was from the same small town as Colin and who had a friend who was his high school girlfriend. 

Carrie refused to get the specifics about what this alleged gossip really was, so I agreed to meet her and Katie for drinks. 

We met at a piano bar downtown near Carrie’s office. It was a bit of a drive for me, but I appreciated getting out of the suburbs for a few hours. 

The drinks were fantastic and so was the music. Katie and I hit it off right away. She was a few years younger than us but was definitely our kind of girl. 

Once our third round of drinks arrived, it was time to get down to the gossip.

Okay, Katie, take it away,” Carrie said with a conspiratorial giggle. 

“So, my older sister Molly’s best friend was a girl named Sammie. She was my friend too but she and Molly were in the same class and they did everything together,” Carrie said. “And she was Colin’s girlfriend the last two years of high school. They broke up when they went off to different colleges.” 

“Oh God,” I said, “you aren’t going to tell me something about Colin that makes me think less of him, are you?”

Carrie absolutely squealed with delight. “Oh no, you’re about to think a lot more of him … much, much more!”

Carrie smiled and continued her story. “After they’d been dating for a few months, they started having sex. They were both virgins so Sammie wasn’t sure if what she was seeing was real.”

“And what was it she saw?” I said.

Now Carrie was roaring with laughter and her laughter was making Katie laugh. 

“Tell me!” I shouted through my own laughter. 

Katie stifled her laughter, wiped the tears from her eyes and said, “Sammie asked my sister how big an average size dick was … and none of them really knew. They asked their friends and none of them knew either. I mean, how many high school girls know how big a dick is supposed to be?”

“I know I didn’t have any idea,” I said.

“Me either,” Carrie added. 

Katie nodded. “Well, Molly and their other friends finally made her measure it … like with an actual fucking tape measure!” 

“Oh Jesus,” I said. 

“Tell her!” Carrie shouted. 

Katie looked around to make sure nobody was too close. “It was ten inches” 

“Fuck you,” I said, way too loud. 

“Dead serious,” Katie said. 

“Ten-fucking-inches,” Carrie said. “Tell her what else, Katie.” 

Katie brought her voice down to almost whisper, like we were trading state secrets or something. “It’s thick too, like ‘oh my fucking God’ thick.” 

I started to say, “Ten inches …

“And thick,” Carrie said.

“Yeah, right, ten inches and thick … is that even physically possible? I mean isn’t the average like five inches or something,” I said. 

“Five and a half,” Katie said. 

“Okay then, so twice as big as the average, that can’t be right,” I said. “I mean seven inches, even eight, okay … but ten.” 

“And thick,” Carrie said. “But we spent all afternoon on Google and while ten is very, very rare, it’s not unheard of. Some porn stars. Some randos down through history. It’s happened.” 

“But it’s fair to say that you’re sharing an office with a super dick,” Katie said. 

“Quite possibly one of the biggest dicks in the world,” Carrie said. 

We spent another hour talking about the big dick breaking news, our husbands, our jobs … it was a great night out. 

And I sure had a lot to think about on my drive home. 

When I got there, the kids were asleep and I could tell my husband was looking for a little something. 

My husband is very nice and very attentive but let’s just say he’s not exactly ten inches. Not even close, in fact. The sex wasn’t too bad though and he went to sleep right after, which gave me time to think about Colin and his massive dick. 

His allegedly massive member was pretty much all I could think about all week. My daughters could barely even get my attention, which isn’t something I’m proud of, but hey, cartoonishly big dick. 

On Monday, I got to work before Colin and watched him walk in wearing his normal outfit of khakis, button-up Oxford, and gray New Balance sneakers. 

“Hey Em,” he said. “Good weekend?” 

“Pretty ho hum,” I said, taking a quick glance at his nether region. Now that I’d been supplied with the blueprints, I was pretty sure I could make out the outline of a bigger than necessary dick. 

This went on for three days. I was constantly sneaking peeks at Colin’s pants, hoping for clear proof. But I didn’t see anything definitive

One interesting thing did happen though. On the fourth day, Thursday, I wore a sundress and, because Colin sat right across from me, he had a perfect view right up my dress if I didn’t keep my legs closed. 

I’d worn dresses and skirts plenty of times but I’d never caught him sneaking a peek. Always the gentleman, that Colin. 

But today, I was almost positive I caught him taking a very quick look at my skinny little legs. 

So, I thought, why not conduct a little test? 

I spread my legs just enough that if Colin looked at the right angle, he’d be able to see my lacey, light purple panties. 

My thighs were only open for about five minutes before out of the corner of my eye, I saw him looking up my dress. His eyes widened just slightly. 
Busted, I said to myself, while inwardly celebrating. 

Late Thursday morning, Charlie emailed asking us to meet him at a piece of rural land a few miles out of town that the school district had purchased in the hopes of building a new school. It was our job in the coming months to convince the voters to give us the money we needed to build it. 

When it was time to head out, Colin said he’d drive and we jumped into his Honda Passport. There was little traffic and before I knew it, Colin was turning onto the unmarked gravel road and slowly making his way down the rocky and rutted road. 

He pulled under a huge tree and killed the engine. We chatted for several minutes about this and that, waiting for Charlie, 

And yes, I kept taking glances at his lap and now there wasn’t any doubt he was packing a serious hog in his khakis. 

I was also pretty sure he was stealing glances at my legs. 

Once Charlie was already ten minutes late – which was out of character for him – he texted both of us and said he was stuck in a meeting with the superintendent and the school board. He apologized and said it would be another half hour before he could leave. 

“That leaves us with forty-five minutes to kill,” Colin said. “Should we go back into town or just wait?” 

“Let’s just wait,” I said. “It’s nice to get out of the office. Especially out here. There’s no people and it’s so quiet.” 

We sat in silence for a minute, just taking in the large old trees and sweeping views. 

Finally, I said, “I met an old high school friend of yours last Friday.”

“Oh?” 

“Yeah, Katie … Molly’s sister,” I said. 

“Oh wow, that’s a blast from the past,” Colin said. “I dated Molly’s best friend …” 

“Sammie,” I said. 

“Uh … yeah, Sammie.” 

“We talked all about you,” I said. 
He squinted playfully at me. “That sounds ominous.” 

“Not at all,” I laughed. “It was all good stuff.” 

I recapped our conversation, or most of it, anyway. 

Colin laughed and shared some stories about Sammie, Molly, and Katie. 

The whole time, my mind was racing and visions of big huge dicks danced through my head. I wanted to ask him. I need to know. But how the fuck do you ask that kind of question. 

The hell with it, I finally decided. 

“Katie shared one other very interesting factoid about you,” I said. 

“Do tell.” 

I blushed and giggled. “Well, according to Katie, Molly and Sammie talked a lot about your …” 

“My what?” 

I sighed and went for it. “Your ten inch dick.” 

He stared at me with a blank expression on his face. 

“Is it true?” I said. 

Colin continued staring at me. “Are you asking if I have a big dick?” 

“Yes,” I said, “or more specifically, if you have a ten inch dick … and thick.” 

He shook his head and laughed faintly. “This isn’t a conversation I was expecting.” 

“By the way, I caught you sneaking peeks at my legs.”

“They’re nice legs, what can I say?” Colin said. 

“Thank you,” I said. “As for that dick, do you confirm or deny?”

“You want to see it?” 

“Very much,” I said. 

“Then take it out,” he said. 
Now it was my turn to stare silently. 

“If you want to see my dick, you have to take it out,” he said. 

I undid my seatbelt and moved closer to him. With shaking hands, I undid his belt, unsnapped his pants, and worked the zipper down. 

Still shaking, I reached my right hand into the fly of his boxers, wrapped my hand around his flaccid cock, and took it out. 

“Oh my good fucking God,” I said. 

It was everything, and I mean everything, that Katie said it was.

My already tiny hand looked even smaller, wrapped around Colin’s dick. “How is this even possible?” 

“You like?” he said. 

“It’s insane … and it’s not even hard. What’s this monster like when it’s actually hard?” 

He smiled at me. “Put it in your mouth and get it nice and hard. Then you’ll know.” 

I shook my head. “I can’t give you head man, I’m married and you have a wife.” 

“Emily, you traded gossip about my cock. You asked me to show you my cock. You took my cock out of my pants.” 

He pulled my sundress up to my waist and squeezed my petite ass. I loved how it felt to have his hands on me like that. 

“There’s nobody around,” he said. “Now suck that big dick before Charlie gets here.” 

Before I could think about right or wrong or see reason, I wrapped my lips around Colin’s dick. I could feel it pulsate and come to attention. I worked my mouth down a few inches and then swirled my tongue over the head and then worked it over his pee hole, firmly. 

He groaned when he felt my soft, wet tongue on his opening. 

Once he was completely hard, the feeling in my mouth was truly bonkers. In college, I was an eager little knee slut, so I’d had plenty of cocks in my mouth. But with Colin, it was like having two cocks in my mouth at once. 

And for the record, no, I’d never sucked off two guys at once. 
My jaw was getting sore but I wasn’t going to tap out mainly because I was already infatuated with this mega meat, but also because Colin’s hand was between my slender thighs, rubbing my clit and slit through the lace. 

It felt so fucking good. 

“During my first interview I’d look at you and think, ‘I bet that little slut knows how to suck a cock like a champion.’ And I was right.” 

His dirty talk, something I never got at home from my nice guy husband, was driving me out of my mind.

“Little Emily the cock sucker,” he purred. “You’re going to swallow all my cum, aren’t you?”

I knew I wouldn’t be able to say anything intelligible, so I simply nodded. 

Fuck yeah I was going to swallow his load. 

“I’m not hearing enough slurping and choking,” he said. “You aren’t trying hard enough.” 

Fuck you, I thought, as I began working his cock down my throat. I don’t know how much I was able to get down, probably not much from Colin’s perspective, but it was a hell of a lot from my perspective. 

I thought my head was going to split in two. My eyes watered and drool poured out of the corners of my mouth. The intense slurping noises echoed in Colin’s SUV. I could take the first tiny drop of pre-cum. That hot veiny volcano was about to erupt. 

Suddenly, I felt Colin’s hand on the back of my head. He was pressing down, pushing me to take more of him. 

Though to his credit, he seemed to sense just how much I could handle, and didn’t try to push me further than that. 

But it turns out I could handle a lot. A whole fucking lot. 

Using a fistful of my hair for leverage, he worked my head up and down his throbbing member fast and aggressively. 

Now I was drooling like crazy and the “glub glub glub” noises were so loud you could have probably heard them from outside.

“You’re my deep-throat whore,” he whispered. “I’m going to take your mouth, and your throat, whenever I want it. I love a job with fringe benefits.” 
“Fuck yes,” I said, but because my mouth was full of fat cock, I doubt Colin understood me. 

My throat was getting sore, my eyes were leaking, and my pussy was absolutely dripping from the clit play I was getting. 

Suddenly, Colin pulled my head off his cock by my hair, and grabbed it with his left hand. 

“Wrap your lips around the head, just the head.” 

I did exactly as I was told. 

Colin grunted and began shooting cum into my mouth. It was a load befitting a thick, ten-inch cock. I felt it shoot down my throat and off the lining of my cheeks. I could feel it coating my teeth. 

I swallowed everything Colin gave me. And I loved it. 

When he was finally done, I opened my mouth to show him it was empty. 

He wrapped his hand around my throat and said, “Clean it off your teeth.” 

I whimpered and ran my tongue over my pearly whites. I loved the way the pressure on my throat made my pussy feel. 

“Get over here,” Colin said, grabbing me and pulling onto his lap. I was so small and he was so big it was like he was picking up a toy. 

“This isn’t going to be a one time thing, you understand me?” 

“Yes,” I said. 

“You wanted this big cock and now you’re going to get it everyday.”

“Yes, please,” I said. 

I tucked Colin’s cock back into his pants and got him buttoned and zipped back up. 

He held me on his lap, my head against his chest. 

“We’re going to have so much fun,” he said. 

“I know,” I said. “And I can’t wait.” 

A few seconds later, our phones buzzed with another text from Charlie. He apologized profusely and said he wouldn’t be able to meet us because his meeting was going to last the rest of the day. 

Colin didn’t waste any time. He threw his phone onto the console, opened the door with his left hand and scooped me up with his right arm. 

Once he was out of the Passport and on his feet, he used his strength and leverage to bend me over. I put my hands down on the driver’s seat so I would fall forward on my face. 

He roughly pulled my purple panties to the side and began playing with my clit. 

“Oh Jesus,” I said. 

It felt so fucking good. 

I heard him use his free hand to undo his belt and pant’s button. Then the zipper came down. 

“Now that pussy is going to know what ten inches feels like,” he said. 

“Ten thick inches,” I added. 

He rubbed the head up and down my slit. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been so wet. 

Colin then worked the head into my eager little cunt. Thank God he went slowly, letting me stretch and get used to it. 

Had he thrust in all at once, you would have been able to hear my screams for miles. 

Slowly, slowly, slowly he filled me. 

“You’re going to take the whole thing,” he said. 

“I won't be able to take all ten,” I said. “It’s impossible.” 

“It’s all about the angles,” he said. 

“Colin, I weigh a hundred pounds,” I whispered. “Just be glad you can get most of it in.” 

“Nope, it’s all our nothing,” he said. 

He pushed my head down on the seat, which pushed my ass higher. I could feel myself opening up wider. 

“There we go,” Colin sighed. He put a hand on each of my hips and began sliding me up and down his cock. 

It was like getting fucked by a Lousiville Slugger. 

“There we go, it’s buried,” Colin said, with triumph in his voice. 

“You’re lying,” I said. 

He reached around me and grabbed his phone. A few seconds later, he held it in front of my face. 

It was photographic evidence that I was, in fact, taking a thick, ten inch cock all the way to the hilt. 

The human body is truly capable of amazing feats. 

“Now that you’ve got the whole thing, how about I fuck you like I really mean it?” Colin said. 

“Please don’t kill me.” 

He laughed, reapplied his grip on my hips, and began absolutely hammering me up and down his ten-inch shaft. 

I screamed. I moaned. I cried. I banged my fists down on the car seat. 

It was completely overwhelming. It was ecstasy. 

I might as well have been a virgin, because he was hitting places inside my pussy that no man has gone before, boldly or otherwise. I could feel the tip attacking my cervix and I savored the throbbing feeling of my pussy muscles squeezing his cock. 

“You’re so fucking tight, I love it,” Colin growled into my ear. 

Now those are the kinds of words that every woman loves to hear. 

I’d lost all track of time, but it couldn’t have been more than two or three minutes after Colin buried himself all the way inside me that I felt my orgasm. 

“Godfuckjesusfuck,” I said as it hit me like a swinging anvil. My knees nearly buckled as the rest of my legs began shaking violently. As if by instinct, I tried to lift myself off his cock, but he wouldn’t let me go. 

He just kept fucking me, pounding through my orgasm. By now, my pussy was so drenched that the wet smacking sound of him fucking me filled my ears. 

“Was that a good orgasm, little Emily?” 

“Fucking …” 

But I didn’t have any words. Besides, I was still in heaven because he was still fucking me. 

Or he was fucking me until he bucked his hips a final time, held me forward with his body weight, and flooded my tired but happy cunt with cum. 

Honest to God, I think he came even more this time than he did in my mouth. 

When he was done, he straightened my panties and pulled my dress down. 

“Turn around,” he said. 

When I turned to face him, he had his softening cock in his hand and said, “kiss it.” 

I bent at the hips and planted a long, firm kiss right on the head.

“Good girl,” he said, as he tucked his dick back in his pants.

Twenty minutes later, we were back in the office, trying to pretend nothing had happened. He did his work and I did my work. 

But at four, Colin got up, went to our office door and closed and locked it. Then he turned off the lights. 

Watching him, my pussy twitched. 

“Stand up and take your dress off,” he said. “I didn’t get to see those pretty little tits this afternoon.” 

I got to my feet and worked my dress off and set it on my desk. 

“Bra,” he said. 

I took that off too. 

Five minutes later, I was bent over my desk, as Colin absolutely rearranged my guts and broke my brain. 

My eyes were closed until I heard my phone buzz. It was a text from my husband asking me if I'd like tacos for dinner. 

I picked up my phone and began typing, which was difficult because I was getting fucked so hard I was like a bingo ball getting tossed around inside the cage. 

I managed to type: Running late. Will bring dinner. Had a really great day. 

Colin grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerked my head back and said, “I’m going to send you home with a pussy full of cum.” 

“I like that,” I said. “And make sure you’re here a little early in the morning so we can work on my deep throating skills.” 

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My boss Charlie and I decided to hire Colin for the open position in our communications department because I was a graphic designer and we needed a writer.

Colin was a newspaper reporter looking to finally transition out of the notoriously low-paid industry. 

I’d been with the school district for a year and during that time Charlie had been doing the writing, but he’d recently been promoted to Director of Community Relations, which meant he’d be spending more of his time at community events and meetings, helping promote our schools to our residents. 

And that meant Charlie’s writing days were over. 

We had a lot of good candidates, but Colin was always my choice. Like me, he was in his mid-thirties and married with two daughters. In fact, our oldest daughters were both six and our youngest daughters were both three. 

I also liked that he was laid back and quick to make a joke. He seemed self-confident without a shred of arrogance. 

When Charlie called to offer him the job, he accepted immediately. 

Two weeks later there he was, working at the desk right across from me. 

Over the next few months, he quickly became far more than a colleague; he also became one of my best friends. 

I was excited to get to the office every day because I knew we’d do work together while joking around and laughing the day away. 

We shared nearly identical tastes in books, movies, music, and food. 

One afternoon, Charlie told us he was sending us to a national conference in New Orleans the following spring and we excitedly plotted the restaurants and music venues we’d check out. 

Yeah, Colin was definitely the right hire. 

I’d also be lying to you if I didn’t admit that he was attractive. He was tall and I was tiny. He had light hair and I had dark hair. He had blue eyes and I had brown eyes. 

Even though we’d already grown very close, Colin never did anything to suggest he viewed me as any more than a friend. 

One Friday after Colin and I had been working together for about six months, I received a text from my best friend Carrie, who worked at an advertising firm in downtown Minneapolis. 

It read: “Have some, shall we say, big gossip about your friend Colin …”

After a flurry of back-and-forth texts. I learned that Carrie had a new co-worker, Katie, who was from the same small town as Colin and who had a friend who was his high school girlfriend. 

Carrie refused to get the specifics about what this alleged gossip really was, so I agreed to meet her and Katie for drinks. 

We met at a piano bar downtown near Carrie’s office. It was a bit of a drive for me, but I appreciated getting out of the suburbs for a few hours. 

The drinks were fantastic and so was the music. Katie and I hit it off right away. She was a few years younger than us but was definitely our kind of girl. 

Once our third round of drinks arrived, it was time to get down to the gossip.

Okay, Katie, take it away,” Carrie said with a conspiratorial giggle. 

“So, my older sister Molly’s best friend was a girl named Sammie. She was my friend too but she and Molly were in the same class and they did everything together,” Carrie said. “And she was Colin’s girlfriend the last two years of high school. They broke up when they went off to different colleges.” 

“Oh God,” I said, “you aren’t going to tell me something about Colin that makes me think less of him, are you?”

Carrie absolutely squealed with delight. “Oh no, you’re about to think a lot more of him … much, much more!”

Carrie smiled and continued her story. “After they’d been dating for a few months, they started having sex. They were both virgins so Sammie wasn’t sure if what she was seeing was real.”

“And what was it she saw?” I said.

Now Carrie was roaring with laughter and her laughter was making Katie laugh. 

“Tell me!” I shouted through my own laughter. 

Katie stifled her laughter, wiped the tears from her eyes and said, “Sammie asked my sister how big an average size dick was … and none of them really knew. They asked their friends and none of them knew either. I mean, how many high school girls know how big a dick is supposed to be?”

“I know I didn’t have any idea,” I said.

“Me either,” Carrie added. 

Katie nodded. “Well, Molly and their other friends finally made her measure it … like with an actual fucking tape measure!” 

“Oh Jesus,” I said. 

“Tell her!” Carrie shouted. 

Katie looked around to make sure nobody was too close. “It was ten inches” 

“Fuck you,” I said, way too loud. 

“Dead serious,” Katie said. 

“Ten-fucking-inches,” Carrie said. “Tell her what else, Katie.” 

Katie brought her voice down to almost whisper, like we were trading state secrets or something. “It’s thick too, like ‘oh my fucking God’ thick.” 

I started to say, “Ten inches …

“And thick,” Carrie said.

“Yeah, right, ten inches and thick … is that even physically possible? I mean isn’t the average like five inches or something,” I said. 

“Five and a half,” Katie said. 

“Okay then, so twice as big as the average, that can’t be right,” I said. “I mean seven inches, even eight, okay … but ten.” 

“And thick,” Carrie said. “But we spent all afternoon on Google and while ten is very, very rare, it’s not unheard of. Some porn stars. Some randos down through history. It’s happened.” 

“But it’s fair to say that you’re sharing an office with a super dick,” Katie said. 

“Quite possibly one of the biggest dicks in the world,” Carrie said. 

We spent another hour talking about the big dick breaking news, our husbands, our jobs … it was a great night out. 

And I sure had a lot to think about on my drive home. 

When I got there, the kids were asleep and I could tell my husband was looking for a little something. 

My husband is very nice and very attentive but let’s just say he’s not exactly ten inches. Not even close, in fact. The sex wasn’t too bad though and he went to sleep right after, which gave me time to think about Colin and his massive dick. 

His allegedly massive member was pretty much all I could think about all week. My daughters could barely even get my attention, which isn’t something I’m proud of, but hey, cartoonishly big dick. 

On Monday, I got to work before Colin and watched him walk in wearing his normal outfit of khakis, button-up Oxford, and gray New Balance sneakers. 

“Hey Em,” he said. “Good weekend?” 

“Pretty ho hum,” I said, taking a quick glance at his nether region. Now that I’d been supplied with the blueprints, I was pretty sure I could make out the outline of a bigger than necessary dick. 

This went on for three days. I was constantly sneaking peeks at Colin’s pants, hoping for clear proof. But I didn’t see anything definitive

One interesting thing did happen though. On the fourth day, Thursday, I wore a sundress and, because Colin sat right across from me, he had a perfect view right up my dress if I didn’t keep my legs closed. 

I’d worn dresses and skirts plenty of times but I’d never caught him sneaking a peek. Always the gentleman, that Colin. 

But today, I was almost positive I caught him taking a very quick look at my skinny little legs. 

So, I thought, why not conduct a little test? 

I spread my legs just enough that if Colin looked at the right angle, he’d be able to see my lacey, light purple panties. 

My thighs were only open for about five minutes before out of the corner of my eye, I saw him looking up my dress. His eyes widened just slightly. 
Busted, I said to myself, while inwardly celebrating. 

Late Thursday morning, Charlie emailed asking us to meet him at a piece of rural land a few miles out of town that the school district had purchased in the hopes of building a new school. It was our job in the coming months to convince the voters to give us the money we needed to build it. 

When it was time to head out, Colin said he’d drive and we jumped into his Honda Passport. There was little traffic and before I knew it, Colin was turning onto the unmarked gravel road and slowly making his way down the rocky and rutted road. 

He pulled under a huge tree and killed the engine. We chatted for several minutes about this and that, waiting for Charlie, 

And yes, I kept taking glances at his lap and now there wasn’t any doubt he was packing a serious hog in his khakis. 

I was also pretty sure he was stealing glances at my legs. 

Once Charlie was already ten minutes late – which was out of character for him – he texted both of us and said he was stuck in a meeting with the superintendent and the school board. He apologized and said it would be another half hour before he could leave. 

“That leaves us with forty-five minutes to kill,” Colin said. “Should we go back into town or just wait?” 

“Let’s just wait,” I said. “It’s nice to get out of the office. Especially out here. There’s no people and it’s so quiet.” 

We sat in silence for a minute, just taking in the large old trees and sweeping views. 

Finally, I said, “I met an old high school friend of yours last Friday.”

“Oh?” 

“Yeah, Katie … Molly’s sister,” I said. 

“Oh wow, that’s a blast from the past,” Colin said. “I dated Molly’s best friend …” 

“Sammie,” I said. 

“Uh … yeah, Sammie.” 

“We talked all about you,” I said. 
He squinted playfully at me. “That sounds ominous.” 

“Not at all,” I laughed. “It was all good stuff.” 

I recapped our conversation, or most of it, anyway. 

Colin laughed and shared some stories about Sammie, Molly, and Katie. 

The whole time, my mind was racing and visions of big huge dicks danced through my head. I wanted to ask him. I need to know. But how the fuck do you ask that kind of question. 

The hell with it, I finally decided. 

“Katie shared one other very interesting factoid about you,” I said. 

“Do tell.” 

I blushed and giggled. “Well, according to Katie, Molly and Sammie talked a lot about your …” 

“My what?” 

I sighed and went for it. “Your ten inch dick.” 

He stared at me with a blank expression on his face. 

“Is it true?” I said. 

Colin continued staring at me. “Are you asking if I have a big dick?” 

“Yes,” I said, “or more specifically, if you have a ten inch dick … and thick.” 

He shook his head and laughed faintly. “This isn’t a conversation I was expecting.” 

“By the way, I caught you sneaking peeks at my legs.”

“They’re nice legs, what can I say?” Colin said. 

“Thank you,” I said. “As for that dick, do you confirm or deny?”

“You want to see it?” 

“Very much,” I said. 

“Then take it out,” he said. 
Now it was my turn to stare silently. 

“If you want to see my dick, you have to take it out,” he said. 

I undid my seatbelt and moved closer to him. With shaking hands, I undid his belt, unsnapped his pants, and worked the zipper down. 

Still shaking, I reached my right hand into the fly of his boxers, wrapped my hand around his flaccid cock, and took it out. 

“Oh my good fucking God,” I said. 

It was everything, and I mean everything, that Katie said it was.

My already tiny hand looked even smaller, wrapped around Colin’s dick. “How is this even possible?” 

“You like?” he said. 

“It’s insane … and it’s not even hard. What’s this monster like when it’s actually hard?” 

He smiled at me. “Put it in your mouth and get it nice and hard. Then you’ll know.” 

I shook my head. “I can’t give you head man, I’m married and you have a wife.” 

“Emily, you traded gossip about my cock. You asked me to show you my cock. You took my cock out of my pants.” 

He pulled my sundress up to my waist and squeezed my petite ass. I loved how it felt to have his hands on me like that. 

“There’s nobody around,” he said. “Now suck that big dick before Charlie gets here.” 

Before I could think about right or wrong or see reason, I wrapped my lips around Colin’s dick. I could feel it pulsate and come to attention. I worked my mouth down a few inches and then swirled my tongue over the head and then worked it over his pee hole, firmly. 

He groaned when he felt my soft, wet tongue on his opening. 

Once he was completely hard, the feeling in my mouth was truly bonkers. In college, I was an eager little knee slut, so I’d had plenty of cocks in my mouth. But with Colin, it was like having two cocks in my mouth at once. 

And for the record, no, I’d never sucked off two guys at once. 
My jaw was getting sore but I wasn’t going to tap out mainly because I was already infatuated with this mega meat, but also because Colin’s hand was between my slender thighs, rubbing my clit and slit through the lace. 

It felt so fucking good. 

“During my first interview I’d look at you and think, ‘I bet that little slut knows how to suck a cock like a champion.’ And I was right.” 

His dirty talk, something I never got at home from my nice guy husband, was driving me out of my mind.

“Little Emily the cock sucker,” he purred. “You’re going to swallow all my cum, aren’t you?”

I knew I wouldn’t be able to say anything intelligible, so I simply nodded. 

Fuck yeah I was going to swallow his load. 

“I’m not hearing enough slurping and choking,” he said. “You aren’t trying hard enough.” 

Fuck you, I thought, as I began working his cock down my throat. I don’t know how much I was able to get down, probably not much from Colin’s perspective, but it was a hell of a lot from my perspective. 

I thought my head was going to split in two. My eyes watered and drool poured out of the corners of my mouth. The intense slurping noises echoed in Colin’s SUV. I could take the first tiny drop of pre-cum. That hot veiny volcano was about to erupt. 

Suddenly, I felt Colin’s hand on the back of my head. He was pressing down, pushing me to take more of him. 

Though to his credit, he seemed to sense just how much I could handle, and didn’t try to push me further than that. 

But it turns out I could handle a lot. A whole fucking lot. 

Using a fistful of my hair for leverage, he worked my head up and down his throbbing member fast and aggressively. 

Now I was drooling like crazy and the “glub glub glub” noises were so loud you could have probably heard them from outside.

“You’re my deep-throat whore,” he whispered. “I’m going to take your mouth, and your throat, whenever I want it. I love a job with fringe benefits.” 
“Fuck yes,” I said, but because my mouth was full of fat cock, I doubt Colin understood me. 

My throat was getting sore, my eyes were leaking, and my pussy was absolutely dripping from the clit play I was getting. 

Suddenly, Colin pulled my head off his cock by my hair, and grabbed it with his left hand. 

“Wrap your lips around the head, just the head.” 

I did exactly as I was told. 

Colin grunted and began shooting cum into my mouth. It was a load befitting a thick, ten-inch cock. I felt it shoot down my throat and off the lining of my cheeks. I could feel it coating my teeth. 

I swallowed everything Colin gave me. And I loved it. 

When he was finally done, I opened my mouth to show him it was empty. 

He wrapped his hand around my throat and said, “Clean it off your teeth.” 

I whimpered and ran my tongue over my pearly whites. I loved the way the pressure on my throat made my pussy feel. 

“Get over here,” Colin said, grabbing me and pulling onto his lap. I was so small and he was so big it was like he was picking up a toy. 

“This isn’t going to be a one time thing, you understand me?” 

“Yes,” I said. 

“You wanted this big cock and now you’re going to get it everyday.”

“Yes, please,” I said. 

I tucked Colin’s cock back into his pants and got him buttoned and zipped back up. 

He held me on his lap, my head against his chest. 

“We’re going to have so much fun,” he said. 

“I know,” I said. “And I can’t wait.” 

A few seconds later, our phones buzzed with another text from Charlie. He apologized profusely and said he wouldn’t be able to meet us because his meeting was going to last the rest of the day. 

Colin didn’t waste any time. He threw his phone onto the console, opened the door with his left hand and scooped me up with his right arm. 

Once he was out of the Passport and on his feet, he used his strength and leverage to bend me over. I put my hands down on the driver’s seat so I would fall forward on my face. 

He roughly pulled my purple panties to the side and began playing with my clit. 

“Oh Jesus,” I said. 

It felt so fucking good. 

I heard him use his free hand to undo his belt and pant’s button. Then the zipper came down. 

“Now that pussy is going to know what ten inches feels like,” he said. 

“Ten thick inches,” I added. 

He rubbed the head up and down my slit. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been so wet. 

Colin then worked the head into my eager little cunt. Thank God he went slowly, letting me stretch and get used to it. 

Had he thrust in all at once, you would have been able to hear my screams for miles. 

Slowly, slowly, slowly he filled me. 

“You’re going to take the whole thing,” he said. 

“I won't be able to take all ten,” I said. “It’s impossible.” 

“It’s all about the angles,” he said. 

“Colin, I weigh a hundred pounds,” I whispered. “Just be glad you can get most of it in.” 

“Nope, it’s all our nothing,” he said. 

He pushed my head down on the seat, which pushed my ass higher. I could feel myself opening up wider. 

“There we go,” Colin sighed. He put a hand on each of my hips and began sliding me up and down his cock. 

It was like getting fucked by a Lousiville Slugger. 

“There we go, it’s buried,” Colin said, with triumph in his voice. 

“You’re lying,” I said. 

He reached around me and grabbed his phone. A few seconds later, he held it in front of my face. 

It was photographic evidence that I was, in fact, taking a thick, ten inch cock all the way to the hilt. 

The human body is truly capable of amazing feats. 

“Now that you’ve got the whole thing, how about I fuck you like I really mean it?” Colin said. 

“Please don’t kill me.” 

He laughed, reapplied his grip on my hips, and began absolutely hammering me up and down his ten-inch shaft. 

I screamed. I moaned. I cried. I banged my fists down on the car seat. 

It was completely overwhelming. It was ecstasy. 

I might as well have been a virgin, because he was hitting places inside my pussy that no man has gone before, boldly or otherwise. I could feel the tip attacking my cervix and I savored the throbbing feeling of my pussy muscles squeezing his cock. 

“You’re so fucking tight, I love it,” Colin growled into my ear. 

Now those are the kinds of words that every woman loves to hear. 

I’d lost all track of time, but it couldn’t have been more than two or three minutes after Colin buried himself all the way inside me that I felt my orgasm. 

“Godfuckjesusfuck,” I said as it hit me like a swinging anvil. My knees nearly buckled as the rest of my legs began shaking violently. As if by instinct, I tried to lift myself off his cock, but he wouldn’t let me go. 

He just kept fucking me, pounding through my orgasm. By now, my pussy was so drenched that the wet smacking sound of him fucking me filled my ears. 

“Was that a good orgasm, little Emily?” 

“Fucking …” 

But I didn’t have any words. Besides, I was still in heaven because he was still fucking me. 

Or he was fucking me until he bucked his hips a final time, held me forward with his body weight, and flooded my tired but happy cunt with cum. 

Honest to God, I think he came even more this time than he did in my mouth. 

When he was done, he straightened my panties and pulled my dress down. 

“Turn around,” he said. 

When I turned to face him, he had his softening cock in his hand and said, “kiss it.” 

I bent at the hips and planted a long, firm kiss right on the head.

“Good girl,” he said, as he tucked his dick back in his pants.

Twenty minutes later, we were back in the office, trying to pretend nothing had happened. He did his work and I did my work. 

But at four, Colin got up, went to our office door and closed and locked it. Then he turned off the lights. 

Watching him, my pussy twitched. 

“Stand up and take your dress off,” he said. “I didn’t get to see those pretty little tits this afternoon.” 

I got to my feet and worked my dress off and set it on my desk. 

“Bra,” he said. 

I took that off too. 

Five minutes later, I was bent over my desk, as Colin absolutely rearranged my guts and broke my brain. 

My eyes were closed until I heard my phone buzz. It was a text from my husband asking me if I'd like tacos for dinner. 

I picked up my phone and began typing, which was difficult because I was getting fucked so hard I was like a bingo ball getting tossed around inside the cage. 

I managed to type: Running late. Will bring dinner. Had a really great day. 

Colin grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerked my head back and said, “I’m going to send you home with a pussy full of cum.” 

“I like that,” I said. “And make sure you’re here a little early in the morning so we can work on my deep throating skills.” 

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u/GenrePencil — 19 days ago

When I got back to my office after my 10 a.m. meeting, I saw the voice mail alert on my homescreen. It was from Henry. 

“Our date tonight,” he growed, not unpleasantly, “will be about you receiving all the things you deserve.” 

He then told me what to wear and when to be at his house. I was told to let myself in with the key he’d given me a few months ago. Once inside, I was to read the note that would be on the fridge. 

The letter, Henry explained, would spell out the rest of his expectation for my behavior. 

Henry and I had been together for a little more than a year, long enough for me to have semi-moved into his place. To your family and friends, we were the cute all-American couple. Educated and professionally successful. Healthy, fit, and bright eyed. 

While all of that was true, our private life together wasn’t exactly apple pie, main street America. 

Though I’d long wanted to embrace the BDSM lifestyle, Henry was my first dom, and while I wasn’t his first submissive, I was beginning to allow myself to think that maybe I was his favorite. 

When we were alone together, our buzzing chemistry couldn’t be stopped. 

Not that either one of us had any interest in stopping it. 

I loved following all of his rules and commands. 

He loved training me and testing my boundaries. 

We figured out our mutual appetite very soon after we began dating and once those particular cards were on the table, we began exploring the lifestyle with delirious enthusiasm. 

I often wore a collar and leash that he used to guide me around his house while I was naked, on my hands and knees. 

He was always ordering new toys to try out on me and on some days, when I was at work, I’d have to text him and ask his permission to use the bathroom or eat. 

I trust him completely, so none of this ever felt like anything other than the mutually enjoyable exploration of taboos. 

Honestly, I enjoyed living a lifestyle that few people embraced. 

But at the same time, a sexually submissive Rome isn’t built in a day. I was still a work in progress who could occasionally suffer bouts of shyness or unconfidence. 

Thankfully, Henry had mastered the ability to understand what I needed and wanted without me having to tell him. 

Henry knew how much I loved it when he pulled my hair. I was in ecstasy when he forcefully slapped my ass or when he held my head down on his beautiful big cock. He enjoyed watching me shiver delightfully while he gently traced his fingers along my jawline. 

I didn’t feel any shame or awkwardness about falling deeper and deeper into submission with Henry. 

I’d dated plenty, including a few serious relationships. 

But Henry made me feel more alive, more seen, and more loved than I ever had. 

After work, I went to my apartment and took a shower. I did my makeup and hair and then put on the clothes that Henry had directed me to. 

It was a light yellow cotton dress that Henry had bought me on a trip to Mexico, our first getaway as a couple. He loved me in yellow. And I loved that he loved me in yellow. Under the dress, I wore white panties and a white bra, again per his instructions. 

After the short drive to Henry’s, I let myself in the front door. I went to the fridge and read the note which told me that there were gifts waiting for me on the dining room table. 

I walked through the doorway from the kitchen to the dining room and immediately saw a small, elegant black collar as well as a blindfold, the silky kind you wear to bed to block the light. 

The blindfold was yellow. 

Like I said, Henry loves me in yellow.

A small note lying next to the gifts instructed me to put them both on. 

I put the collar on first, which by now was second nature thanks to Henry’s coaching, and then I put the blindfold on. Then I sat down on one of the dining room chairs. I was prepared to wait as long as Henry wanted me to. 

But it was soon clear that he’d been nearby, silently waiting for me to follow his instructions. From the squeak of the wooden floor under his feet, I knew he was coming down the hallway from his bedroom. 

I sat up straighter in the wooden chair and fidgeted with my hands. I could already feel myself getting wet from the anticipation of what was in store for me. 

But he didn’t touch me. And he didn’t say anything to me. Instead, I heard him moving around in the kitchen. Cupboards and drawers opened. Silverware and glasses clanked. Then I heard him setting things down on the table I was sitting at. 

I had no idea what he was doing. But I wasn’t the least bit nervous, I was more like a little kid going to bed on Christmas Eve, eagerly dreaming about what was waiting for me under the tree in the morning. 

“Open up that pretty mouth for me,” Henry finally said. 

I immediately obeyed. He set something on my tongue with his fingers and ordered me to taste it. 

It was sweet and salty and creamy. It was the garlic and herb spread from the cheese shop that Henry and I had stopped at on our fourth date. It was heavenly. 

He fed me more bites until the piece was gone. 

“There’s some left on my fingers,” Henry said. 

I licked every crumb off, taking his fingers into the back of my mouth. 

For the next several minutes, he fed me bites of my favorite foods. Greek olives, corn bread, mandarin oranges, chocolate covered almonds, penne with fresh pesto, ripe berries and bananas, bread with olive oil, and so much more. 

The food was delicious but I think the collar and blindfold made it taste even better. It was as though my sense of taste and smell were heightened. 

Of course, having an exceedingly handsome man doesn’t hurt either. 

As he fed me, I laughed and playfully bit his finger tips. It was difficult to sit still in the chair and passively allow myself to be fed. 

When I got a little too wiggly, he threatened to tie my arms behind the chair and my feet to the chair legs. That was enough to get me to behave myself. 

“Don’t eat too fast,” Henry said “We have plenty of food and we have all night, you aren’t going anywhere until tomorrow. And remember, I promised that you’d get everything you deserve.” 

At that, I felt a surge of pure electricity explode between my thighs. 

He fed me several more bites and then said, “Are you thirsty?” 

I nodded my head. 

Henry gently put a glass to my lips and told me to tilt my head back. Gently, he filled my mouth with bubbling champagne. Champagne. My favorite thing in the world. After each sip of champagne, he filled my mouth with fresh berries. 

The mix of flavors was glorious. 

I savored the combination of champagne and berries, thinking to myself that nothing could taste better. 

But then Henry topped it by tapping my lips with a fork. I opened my mouth again to accept his offer. Once it hit my tongue, the divine flavor of cream cheese and strawberries. My taste buds exploded when I deduced that it was cheesecake from Carmine's, my favorite restaurant. 

He gave me bite after bite, eventually ditching the fork and going back to feeding me with his fingers. I was licking cheese and crumbs and berry juice off his fingers when I felt some of it smear onto my cheek. 

I was feeling so relaxed and so happy that I let out a soft laugh. I heard Henry set the plate down on the table. 

“I’m sorry for laughing sir,” I said. 

“Little girl, you don’t need to apologize for laughing,” he said. “I think you’ve had enough dessert. Now I need something sweet.” 

Little girl. Something sweet. My panties were drenched. I was beyond ready for anything he wanted. 

“I like when you call me sir,” Henry said. “You’re so obedient. I think you might be on your way to become a truly perfect little submissive.”

I whimpered and squirmed on the chair. 

“You need to be quiet and sit still.” 

I focused all my energy on sitting completely still and suppressing any noise that might escape my lips. 

There was a lull in the action, just long enough for me to wonder what was happening. 
Then, in a flash, I was yanked off the chair and pulled down onto Henry’s lap. He tipped me over across his legs, lifted my dress up, and exposed my little ass. He pressed down on the crotch of my soaking wet panties. 

“Remember pet, if this becomes too much, just tell me,” he said. “I’m a very nice dom.” 

He then brought an open palm down hard onto my ass. 

I let out a little scream. 

He gave me two fast, booming slaps. 

“What was that you called me?” 

“I call you sir,,” I said. 

A fourth hard slap onto my willing ass. 

“What else am I?” 

“You’re daddy.”

A fifth spank. “And?” 

“And master.” 

A sixth slap echoed off the dining room walls. “And?”

“I don’t know … I can’t think … I’m sorry.” I was embarrassed by how hysterical I sounded. 

Tears were welling up in my eyes and beginning to saturate the mask. I tried to control my breathing as Henry kept speaking my burning ass with his steady, powerful rhythm. 

“Don’t apologize,” he said, at which point I broke down into full tears. 

Henry slowed the pace and strength of his spanking but didn’t stop entirely. 

“I’m not spanking you because you’re a naughty girl,” he said. “I’m spanking you because you’re a good girl … my good girl. My obedient girl. My girl who does what she’s told.” 

He brought two more full-power slaps down onto my raw, irritated ass. 

“But I also enjoy spanking you,” he added. “I also think you like it too, just as much as I do, even if you are crying. Isn’t that true?” 
“It is,” I choked out. 

“I can tell you like it because your panties are so wet I could ring them out.” 

He put his hand roughly between my thighs and cupped my entire pussy. 

“Ohhhhh,” was the only thing I could manage to get out.

He then spanked my pussy, not as hard as he spanked my ass, but more than hard enough to get me even wetter. 

“I'm very lucky to have a hot little submissive like you in my lap,” he said. “After all, not every girl likes to have her ass spanked until it’s cherry red.” 

He hit my ass again and then again. 

“And not every good girl gets a dripping wet pussy just from getting spanked.” 

Another slap. Then another. 

“Do you get wet when I spank you?” 

“Yes,” I whispered. “So wet.” 

Three more ass slaps. 

“I think it’s time for my good girl to get more of what she deserves,” he said. 

He shoved me down to the floor. 

“Get on your hands and knees, now,” Henry said. 

HIs voice was getting firmer and more commanding. 

“Present that bright red ass to me.” 

I put my face flat on the floor and then angled my body so that my ass was high as I could possibly get it. 

He gripped my panties along my right hip and ripped them off me in one motion. 

I shuddered happily as the cool air hit my aching ass and wet pussy at the same time. Even if I’d wanted to crawl away or dart away and hide, I was still blindfolded. I’d probably run straight into a wall and knock myself silly. 

But that said, why would I ever want to get away from what Henry was doing to me right now? 

I heard him suck his breath in as he took in the view of my ass. 

“I’ll never get tired of staring at this ass, no matter how many times I see it,” he said. 

My only disappointment was that I could watch him lustfully looking at my ass. 

“I appreciate you growing out your bush for me,” he said. “I do like a full bush … and you’ve done a wonderful job of keeping it trimmed and groomed.” 

I felt like I’d been face down, ass up forever. Why wasn’t I hearing him take his belt off? When would the tell-take sound of a zipper fill the room? 

I wanted to scream for him to do something to me. 

Finally, I heard a soft click and then a buzzing noise. 

“It’s been too long since I watched you masturbate,” Henry said. “I really do enjoy watching you play with your hot little cunt.” 

I could feel myself blushing. Off all the things we’d explored together, of all the taboos we’d broken, letting Henry watch me masturbate was the hardest thing I’d done. 

But once I’d gotten over my own self-consciousness, it turned out to be one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced. 

“I’m glad you liked it, sir.” 

The buzzing got louder as Henry came closer to me. 

“I think you’re going to enjoy this,” he said. 

He then placed the buzzing contraption against my clit and worked it in soft, methodical circles. 

It was all I could do to keep my ass high in the air so that he could find my sweet spot. 

“Stop moving,” he said. “Let me handle things.” 

I did my best to stay completely still but my knees were beginning to shake and my whole body was beginning to ache. 

“I want you to let me know when you’re getting close to cumming,” Henry said. “Tell me how it feels.” 

I felt momentarily bratty because I was enjoying myself too much to start talking. The only thing I wanted to do was savor what this man was doing to me. I was so wet I imagined a puddle on the floor, right under me.

 But I knew I needed to give him something. 

“It … feels … amazing,” I managed to say. “Just keep going, don’t change anything. And please don’t stop.” 

Henry laughed. “Please, huh? You’re so polite. Tell me more.”

He slapped my ass again, causing me to yelp. 

He knew I didn’t want to talk and that I just wanted to savor what was happening. 

But when your dom tells you to talk, you talk. 

“You turn me on … everything you do to me and say to me … I love it. I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to stick in my wet little cunt.”

I patted my ass gently. “Go on.” 

“I want you to take me whenever you want to,” I said, letting go of my inhibitions. “I want you to use me. I want you to own me.” 

“Have you said that to anyone else before?” 

“No,” I whimpered. “You’re the only one, I promise … I need to cum. Please let me cum.” 

“I'm not stopping you,” Henry said. 

“Oh … wow,” I choked out. I could feel my insides moving in response to his permission. My body was getting ready.

He put his mouth to my ear and said, “Do you deserve to cum?”

“I … I …” 

“Of course you deserve it,” Henry said. “You’re obedient in all things and you’ve submitted yourself to me, entirely You’re truly an exceptional submissive.” 

“Thank you … sir.” 

“Do you think you can cum on command?” 

I whimpered and shook my head. I was well past the point of having any words. 

“Let’s try it,” he said, while he continued working my clit with his magic vibrating machine. 

Then he gently said, “I want you to tum right now. It’s time to get what you deserve.” 

That broke me. My knees gave out. My hips started pushing back against Henry’s hand. I let out an insanely loud moan as I hit the floor without bracing myself. 

Henry got behind me, scooped me up, and turned off the vibrator. Then he cupped my pussy. I shook in his arms. I was covered in sweat and pussy. 

Henry took my blindfold off and softly kissed both of my closed eyes through the lids. 

“Sir,” I said. “Did I earn a glass of water?” 

Henry laughed, 

“You certainly did,” he said. “And there’s some of that cheesecake left, too.” 

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u/GenrePencil — 23 days ago

When I got back to my office after my 10 a.m. meeting, I saw the voice mail alert on my homescreen. It was from Henry. 

“Our date tonight,” he growed, not unpleasantly, “will be about you receiving all the things you deserve.” 

He then told me what to wear and when to be at his house. I was told to let myself in with the key he’d given me a few months ago. Once inside, I was to read the note that would be on the fridge. 

The letter, Henry explained, would spell out the rest of his expectation for my behavior. 

Henry and I had been together for a little more than a year, long enough for me to have semi-moved into his place. To your family and friends, we were the cute all-American couple. Educated and professionally successful. Healthy, fit, and bright eyed. 

While all of that was true, our private life together wasn’t exactly apple pie, main street America. 

Though I’d long wanted to embrace the BDSM lifestyle, Henry was my first dom, and while I wasn’t his first submissive, I was beginning to allow myself to think that maybe I was his favorite. 

When we were alone together, our buzzing chemistry couldn’t be stopped. 

Not that either one of us had any interest in stopping it. 

I loved following all of his rules and commands. 

He loved training me and testing my boundaries. 

We figured out our mutual appetite very soon after we began dating and once those particular cards were on the table, we began exploring the lifestyle with delirious enthusiasm. 

I often wore a collar and leash that he used to guide me around his house while I was naked, on my hands and knees. 

He was always ordering new toys to try out on me and on some days, when I was at work, I’d have to text him and ask his permission to use the bathroom or eat. 

I trust him completely, so none of this ever felt like anything other than the mutually enjoyable exploration of taboos. 

Honestly, I enjoyed living a lifestyle that few people embraced. 

But at the same time, a sexually submissive Rome isn’t built in a day. I was still a work in progress who could occasionally suffer bouts of shyness or unconfidence. 

Thankfully, Henry had mastered the ability to understand what I needed and wanted without me having to tell him. 

Henry knew how much I loved it when he pulled my hair. I was in ecstasy when he forcefully slapped my ass or when he held my head down on his beautiful big cock. He enjoyed watching me shiver delightfully while he gently traced his fingers along my jawline. 

I didn’t feel any shame or awkwardness about falling deeper and deeper into submission with Henry. 

I’d dated plenty, including a few serious relationships. 

But Henry made me feel more alive, more seen, and more loved than I ever had. 

After work, I went to my apartment and took a shower. I did my makeup and hair and then put on the clothes that Henry had directed me to. 

It was a light yellow cotton dress that Henry had bought me on a trip to Mexico, our first getaway as a couple. He loved me in yellow. And I loved that he loved me in yellow. Under the dress, I wore white panties and a white bra, again per his instructions. 

After the short drive to Henry’s, I let myself in the front door. I went to the fridge and read the note which told me that there were gifts waiting for me on the dining room table. 

I walked through the doorway from the kitchen to the dining room and immediately saw a small, elegant black collar as well as a blindfold, the silky kind you wear to bed to block the light. 

The blindfold was yellow. 

Like I said, Henry loves me in yellow.

A small note lying next to the gifts instructed me to put them both on. 

I put the collar on first, which by now was second nature thanks to Henry’s coaching, and then I put the blindfold on. Then I sat down on one of the dining room chairs. I was prepared to wait as long as Henry wanted me to. 

But it was soon clear that he’d been nearby, silently waiting for me to follow his instructions. From the squeak of the wooden floor under his feet, I knew he was coming down the hallway from his bedroom. 

I sat up straighter in the wooden chair and fidgeted with my hands. I could already feel myself getting wet from the anticipation of what was in store for me. 

But he didn’t touch me. And he didn’t say anything to me. Instead, I heard him moving around in the kitchen. Cupboards and drawers opened. Silverware and glasses clanked. Then I heard him setting things down on the table I was sitting at. 

I had no idea what he was doing. But I wasn’t the least bit nervous, I was more like a little kid going to bed on Christmas Eve, eagerly dreaming about what was waiting for me under the tree in the morning. 

“Open up that pretty mouth for me,” Henry finally said. 

I immediately obeyed. He set something on my tongue with his fingers and ordered me to taste it. 

It was sweet and salty and creamy. It was the garlic and herb spread from the cheese shop that Henry and I had stopped at on our fourth date. It was heavenly. 

He fed me more bites until the piece was gone. 

“There’s some left on my fingers,” Henry said. 

I licked every crumb off, taking his fingers into the back of my mouth. 

For the next several minutes, he fed me bites of my favorite foods. Greek olives, corn bread, mandarin oranges, chocolate covered almonds, penne with fresh pesto, ripe berries and bananas, bread with olive oil, and so much more. 

The food was delicious but I think the collar and blindfold made it taste even better. It was as though my sense of taste and smell were heightened. 

Of course, having an exceedingly handsome man doesn’t hurt either. 

As he fed me, I laughed and playfully bit his finger tips. It was difficult to sit still in the chair and passively allow myself to be fed. 

When I got a little too wiggly, he threatened to tie my arms behind the chair and my feet to the chair legs. That was enough to get me to behave myself. 

“Don’t eat too fast,” Henry said “We have plenty of food and we have all night, you aren’t going anywhere until tomorrow. And remember, I promised that you’d get everything you deserve.” 

At that, I felt a surge of pure electricity explode between my thighs. 

He fed me several more bites and then said, “Are you thirsty?” 

I nodded my head. 

Henry gently put a glass to my lips and told me to tilt my head back. Gently, he filled my mouth with bubbling champagne. Champagne. My favorite thing in the world. After each sip of champagne, he filled my mouth with fresh berries. 

The mix of flavors was glorious. 

I savored the combination of champagne and berries, thinking to myself that nothing could taste better. 

But then Henry topped it by tapping my lips with a fork. I opened my mouth again to accept his offer. Once it hit my tongue, the divine flavor of cream cheese and strawberries. My taste buds exploded when I deduced that it was cheesecake from Carmine's, my favorite restaurant. 

He gave me bite after bite, eventually ditching the fork and going back to feeding me with his fingers. I was licking cheese and crumbs and berry juice off his fingers when I felt some of it smear onto my cheek. 

I was feeling so relaxed and so happy that I let out a soft laugh. I heard Henry set the plate down on the table. 

“I’m sorry for laughing sir,” I said. 

“Little girl, you don’t need to apologize for laughing,” he said. “I think you’ve had enough dessert. Now I need something sweet.” 

Little girl. Something sweet. My panties were drenched. I was beyond ready for anything he wanted. 

“I like when you call me sir,” Henry said. “You’re so obedient. I think you might be on your way to become a truly perfect little submissive.”

I whimpered and squirmed on the chair. 

“You need to be quiet and sit still.” 

I focused all my energy on sitting completely still and suppressing any noise that might escape my lips. 

There was a lull in the action, just long enough for me to wonder what was happening. 
Then, in a flash, I was yanked off the chair and pulled down onto Henry’s lap. He tipped me over across his legs, lifted my dress up, and exposed my little ass. He pressed down on the crotch of my soaking wet panties. 

“Remember pet, if this becomes too much, just tell me,” he said. “I’m a very nice dom.” 

He then brought an open palm down hard onto my ass. 

I let out a little scream. 

He gave me two fast, booming slaps. 

“What was that you called me?” 

“I call you sir,,” I said. 

A fourth hard slap onto my willing ass. 

“What else am I?” 

“You’re daddy.”

A fifth spank. “And?” 

“And master.” 

A sixth slap echoed off the dining room walls. “And?”

“I don’t know … I can’t think … I’m sorry.” I was embarrassed by how hysterical I sounded. 

Tears were welling up in my eyes and beginning to saturate the mask. I tried to control my breathing as Henry kept speaking my burning ass with his steady, powerful rhythm. 

“Don’t apologize,” he said, at which point I broke down into full tears. 

Henry slowed the pace and strength of his spanking but didn’t stop entirely. 

“I’m not spanking you because you’re a naughty girl,” he said. “I’m spanking you because you’re a good girl … my good girl. My obedient girl. My girl who does what she’s told.” 

He brought two more full-power slaps down onto my raw, irritated ass. 

“But I also enjoy spanking you,” he added. “I also think you like it too, just as much as I do, even if you are crying. Isn’t that true?” 
“It is,” I choked out. 

“I can tell you like it because your panties are so wet I could ring them out.” 

He put his hand roughly between my thighs and cupped my entire pussy. 

“Ohhhhh,” was the only thing I could manage to get out.

He then spanked my pussy, not as hard as he spanked my ass, but more than hard enough to get me even wetter. 

“I'm very lucky to have a hot little submissive like you in my lap,” he said. “After all, not every girl likes to have her ass spanked until it’s cherry red.” 

He hit my ass again and then again. 

“And not every good girl gets a dripping wet pussy just from getting spanked.” 

Another slap. Then another. 

“Do you get wet when I spank you?” 

“Yes,” I whispered. “So wet.” 

Three more ass slaps. 

“I think it’s time for my good girl to get more of what she deserves,” he said. 

He shoved me down to the floor. 

“Get on your hands and knees, now,” Henry said. 

HIs voice was getting firmer and more commanding. 

“Present that bright red ass to me.” 

I put my face flat on the floor and then angled my body so that my ass was high as I could possibly get it. 

He gripped my panties along my right hip and ripped them off me in one motion. 

I shuddered happily as the cool air hit my aching ass and wet pussy at the same time. Even if I’d wanted to crawl away or dart away and hide, I was still blindfolded. I’d probably run straight into a wall and knock myself silly. 

But that said, why would I ever want to get away from what Henry was doing to me right now? 

I heard him suck his breath in as he took in the view of my ass. 

“I’ll never get tired of staring at this ass, no matter how many times I see it,” he said. 

My only disappointment was that I could watch him lustfully looking at my ass. 

“I appreciate you growing out your bush for me,” he said. “I do like a full bush … and you’ve done a wonderful job of keeping it trimmed and groomed.” 

I felt like I’d been face down, ass up forever. Why wasn’t I hearing him take his belt off? When would the tell-take sound of a zipper fill the room? 

I wanted to scream for him to do something to me. 

Finally, I heard a soft click and then a buzzing noise. 

“It’s been too long since I watched you masturbate,” Henry said. “I really do enjoy watching you play with your hot little cunt.” 

I could feel myself blushing. Off all the things we’d explored together, of all the taboos we’d broken, letting Henry watch me masturbate was the hardest thing I’d done. 

But once I’d gotten over my own self-consciousness, it turned out to be one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced. 

“I’m glad you liked it, sir.” 

The buzzing got louder as Henry came closer to me. 

“I think you’re going to enjoy this,” he said. 

He then placed the buzzing contraption against my clit and worked it in soft, methodical circles. 

It was all I could do to keep my ass high in the air so that he could find my sweet spot. 

“Stop moving,” he said. “Let me handle things.” 

I did my best to stay completely still but my knees were beginning to shake and my whole body was beginning to ache. 

“I want you to let me know when you’re getting close to cumming,” Henry said. “Tell me how it feels.” 

I felt momentarily bratty because I was enjoying myself too much to start talking. The only thing I wanted to do was savor what this man was doing to me. I was so wet I imagined a puddle on the floor, right under me.

 But I knew I needed to give him something. 

“It … feels … amazing,” I managed to say. “Just keep going, don’t change anything. And please don’t stop.” 

Henry laughed. “Please, huh? You’re so polite. Tell me more.”

He slapped my ass again, causing me to yelp. 

He knew I didn’t want to talk and that I just wanted to savor what was happening. 

But when your dom tells you to talk, you talk. 

“You turn me on … everything you do to me and say to me … I love it. I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to stick in my wet little cunt.”

I patted my ass gently. “Go on.” 

“I want you to take me whenever you want to,” I said, letting go of my inhibitions. “I want you to use me. I want you to own me.” 

“Have you said that to anyone else before?” 

“No,” I whimpered. “You’re the only one, I promise … I need to cum. Please let me cum.” 

“I'm not stopping you,” Henry said. 

“Oh … wow,” I choked out. I could feel my insides moving in response to his permission. My body was getting ready.

He put his mouth to my ear and said, “Do you deserve to cum?”

“I … I …” 

“Of course you deserve it,” Henry said. “You’re obedient in all things and you’ve submitted yourself to me, entirely You’re truly an exceptional submissive.” 

“Thank you … sir.” 

“Do you think you can cum on command?” 

I whimpered and shook my head. I was well past the point of having any words. 

“Let’s try it,” he said, while he continued working my clit with his magic vibrating machine. 

Then he gently said, “I want you to tum right now. It’s time to get what you deserve.” 

That broke me. My knees gave out. My hips started pushing back against Henry’s hand. I let out an insanely loud moan as I hit the floor without bracing myself. 

Henry got behind me, scooped me up, and turned off the vibrator. Then he cupped my pussy. I shook in his arms. I was covered in sweat and pussy. 

Henry took my blindfold off and softly kissed both of my closed eyes through the lids. 

“Sir,” I said. “Did I earn a glass of water?” 

Henry laughed, 

“You certainly did,” he said. “And there’s some of that cheesecake left, too.” 

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When I got back to my office after my 10 a.m. meeting, I saw the voice mail alert on my homescreen. It was from Henry. 

“Our date tonight,” he growed, not unpleasantly, “will be about you receiving all the things you deserve.” 

He then told me what to wear and when to be at his house. I was told to let myself in with the key he’d given me a few months ago. Once inside, I was to read the note that would be on the fridge. 

The letter, Henry explained, would spell out the rest of his expectation for my behavior. 

Henry and I had been together for a little more than a year, long enough for me to have semi-moved into his place. To your family and friends, we were the cute all-American couple. Educated and professionally successful. Healthy, fit, and bright eyed. 

While all of that was true, our private life together wasn’t exactly apple pie, main street America. 

Though I’d long wanted to embrace the BDSM lifestyle, Henry was my first dom, and while I wasn’t his first submissive, I was beginning to allow myself to think that maybe I was his favorite. 

When we were alone together, our buzzing chemistry couldn’t be stopped. 

Not that either one of us had any interest in stopping it. 

I loved following all of his rules and commands. 

He loved training me and testing my boundaries. 

We figured out our mutual appetite very soon after we began dating and once those particular cards were on the table, we began exploring the lifestyle with delirious enthusiasm. 

I often wore a collar and leash that he used to guide me around his house while I was naked, on my hands and knees. 

He was always ordering new toys to try out on me and on some days, when I was at work, I’d have to text him and ask his permission to use the bathroom or eat. 

I trust him completely, so none of this ever felt like anything other than the mutually enjoyable exploration of taboos. 

Honestly, I enjoyed living a lifestyle that few people embraced. 

But at the same time, a sexually submissive Rome isn’t built in a day. I was still a work in progress who could occasionally suffer bouts of shyness or unconfidence. 

Thankfully, Henry had mastered the ability to understand what I needed and wanted without me having to tell him. 

Henry knew how much I loved it when he pulled my hair. I was in ecstasy when he forcefully slapped my ass or when he held my head down on his beautiful big cock. He enjoyed watching me shiver delightfully while he gently traced his fingers along my jawline. 

I didn’t feel any shame or awkwardness about falling deeper and deeper into submission with Henry. 

I’d dated plenty, including a few serious relationships. 

But Henry made me feel more alive, more seen, and more loved than I ever had. 

After work, I went to my apartment and took a shower. I did my makeup and hair and then put on the clothes that Henry had directed me to. 

It was a light yellow cotton dress that Henry had bought me on a trip to Mexico, our first getaway as a couple. He loved me in yellow. And I loved that he loved me in yellow. Under the dress, I wore white panties and a white bra, again per his instructions. 

After the short drive to Henry’s, I let myself in the front door. I went to the fridge and read the note which told me that there were gifts waiting for me on the dining room table. 

I walked through the doorway from the kitchen to the dining room and immediately saw a small, elegant black collar as well as a blindfold, the silky kind you wear to bed to block the light. 

The blindfold was yellow. 

Like I said, Henry loves me in yellow.

A small note lying next to the gifts instructed me to put them both on. 

I put the collar on first, which by now was second nature thanks to Henry’s coaching, and then I put the blindfold on. Then I sat down on one of the dining room chairs. I was prepared to wait as long as Henry wanted me to. 

But it was soon clear that he’d been nearby, silently waiting for me to follow his instructions. From the squeak of the wooden floor under his feet, I knew he was coming down the hallway from his bedroom. 

I sat up straighter in the wooden chair and fidgeted with my hands. I could already feel myself getting wet from the anticipation of what was in store for me. 

But he didn’t touch me. And he didn’t say anything to me. Instead, I heard him moving around in the kitchen. Cupboards and drawers opened. Silverware and glasses clanked. Then I heard him setting things down on the table I was sitting at. 

I had no idea what he was doing. But I wasn’t the least bit nervous, I was more like a little kid going to bed on Christmas Eve, eagerly dreaming about what was waiting for me under the tree in the morning. 

“Open up that pretty mouth for me,” Henry finally said. 

I immediately obeyed. He set something on my tongue with his fingers and ordered me to taste it. 

It was sweet and salty and creamy. It was the garlic and herb spread from the cheese shop that Henry and I had stopped at on our fourth date. It was heavenly. 

He fed me more bites until the piece was gone. 

“There’s some left on my fingers,” Henry said. 

I licked every crumb off, taking his fingers into the back of my mouth. 

For the next several minutes, he fed me bites of my favorite foods. Greek olives, corn bread, mandarin oranges, chocolate covered almonds, penne with fresh pesto, ripe berries and bananas, bread with olive oil, and so much more. 

The food was delicious but I think the collar and blindfold made it taste even better. It was as though my sense of taste and smell were heightened. 

Of course, having an exceedingly handsome man doesn’t hurt either. 

As he fed me, I laughed and playfully bit his finger tips. It was difficult to sit still in the chair and passively allow myself to be fed. 

When I got a little too wiggly, he threatened to tie my arms behind the chair and my feet to the chair legs. That was enough to get me to behave myself. 

“Don’t eat too fast,” Henry said “We have plenty of food and we have all night, you aren’t going anywhere until tomorrow. And remember, I promised that you’d get everything you deserve.” 

At that, I felt a surge of pure electricity explode between my thighs. 

He fed me several more bites and then said, “Are you thirsty?” 

I nodded my head. 

Henry gently put a glass to my lips and told me to tilt my head back. Gently, he filled my mouth with bubbling champagne. Champagne. My favorite thing in the world. After each sip of champagne, he filled my mouth with fresh berries. 

The mix of flavors was glorious. 

I savored the combination of champagne and berries, thinking to myself that nothing could taste better. 

But then Henry topped it by tapping my lips with a fork. I opened my mouth again to accept his offer. Once it hit my tongue, the divine flavor of cream cheese and strawberries. My taste buds exploded when I deduced that it was cheesecake from Carmine's, my favorite restaurant. 

He gave me bite after bite, eventually ditching the fork and going back to feeding me with his fingers. I was licking cheese and crumbs and berry juice off his fingers when I felt some of it smear onto my cheek. 

I was feeling so relaxed and so happy that I let out a soft laugh. I heard Henry set the plate down on the table. 

“I’m sorry for laughing sir,” I said. 

“Little girl, you don’t need to apologize for laughing,” he said. “I think you’ve had enough dessert. Now I need something sweet.” 

Little girl. Something sweet. My panties were drenched. I was beyond ready for anything he wanted. 

“I like when you call me sir,” Henry said. “You’re so obedient. I think you might be on your way to become a truly perfect little submissive.”

I whimpered and squirmed on the chair. 

“You need to be quiet and sit still.” 

I focused all my energy on sitting completely still and suppressing any noise that might escape my lips. 

There was a lull in the action, just long enough for me to wonder what was happening. 
Then, in a flash, I was yanked off the chair and pulled down onto Henry’s lap. He tipped me over across his legs, lifted my dress up, and exposed my little ass. He pressed down on the crotch of my soaking wet panties. 

“Remember pet, if this becomes too much, just tell me,” he said. “I’m a very nice dom.” 

He then brought an open palm down hard onto my ass. 

I let out a little scream. 

He gave me two fast, booming slaps. 

“What was that you called me?” 

“I call you sir,,” I said. 

A fourth hard slap onto my willing ass. 

“What else am I?” 

“You’re daddy.”

A fifth spank. “And?” 

“And master.” 

A sixth slap echoed off the dining room walls. “And?”

“I don’t know … I can’t think … I’m sorry.” I was embarrassed by how hysterical I sounded. 

Tears were welling up in my eyes and beginning to saturate the mask. I tried to control my breathing as Henry kept speaking my burning ass with his steady, powerful rhythm. 

“Don’t apologize,” he said, at which point I broke down into full tears. 

Henry slowed the pace and strength of his spanking but didn’t stop entirely. 

“I’m not spanking you because you’re a naughty girl,” he said. “I’m spanking you because you’re a good girl … my good girl. My obedient girl. My girl who does what she’s told.” 

He brought two more full-power slaps down onto my raw, irritated ass. 

“But I also enjoy spanking you,” he added. “I also think you like it too, just as much as I do, even if you are crying. Isn’t that true?” 
“It is,” I choked out. 

“I can tell you like it because your panties are so wet I could ring them out.” 

He put his hand roughly between my thighs and cupped my entire pussy. 

“Ohhhhh,” was the only thing I could manage to get out.

He then spanked my pussy, not as hard as he spanked my ass, but more than hard enough to get me even wetter. 

“I'm very lucky to have a hot little submissive like you in my lap,” he said. “After all, not every girl likes to have her ass spanked until it’s cherry red.” 

He hit my ass again and then again. 

“And not every good girl gets a dripping wet pussy just from getting spanked.” 

Another slap. Then another. 

“Do you get wet when I spank you?” 

“Yes,” I whispered. “So wet.” 

Three more ass slaps. 

“I think it’s time for my good girl to get more of what she deserves,” he said. 

He shoved me down to the floor. 

“Get on your hands and knees, now,” Henry said. 

HIs voice was getting firmer and more commanding. 

“Present that bright red ass to me.” 

I put my face flat on the floor and then angled my body so that my ass was high as I could possibly get it. 

He gripped my panties along my right hip and ripped them off me in one motion. 

I shuddered happily as the cool air hit my aching ass and wet pussy at the same time. Even if I’d wanted to crawl away or dart away and hide, I was still blindfolded. I’d probably run straight into a wall and knock myself silly. 

But that said, why would I ever want to get away from what Henry was doing to me right now? 

I heard him suck his breath in as he took in the view of my ass. 

“I’ll never get tired of staring at this ass, no matter how many times I see it,” he said. 

My only disappointment was that I could watch him lustfully looking at my ass. 

“I appreciate you growing out your bush for me,” he said. “I do like a full bush … and you’ve done a wonderful job of keeping it trimmed and groomed.” 

I felt like I’d been face down, ass up forever. Why wasn’t I hearing him take his belt off? When would the tell-take sound of a zipper fill the room? 

I wanted to scream for him to do something to me. 

Finally, I heard a soft click and then a buzzing noise. 

“It’s been too long since I watched you masturbate,” Henry said. “I really do enjoy watching you play with your hot little cunt.” 

I could feel myself blushing. Off all the things we’d explored together, of all the taboos we’d broken, letting Henry watch me masturbate was the hardest thing I’d done. 

But once I’d gotten over my own self-consciousness, it turned out to be one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced. 

“I’m glad you liked it, sir.” 

The buzzing got louder as Henry came closer to me. 

“I think you’re going to enjoy this,” he said. 

He then placed the buzzing contraption against my clit and worked it in soft, methodical circles. 

It was all I could do to keep my ass high in the air so that he could find my sweet spot. 

“Stop moving,” he said. “Let me handle things.” 

I did my best to stay completely still but my knees were beginning to shake and my whole body was beginning to ache. 

“I want you to let me know when you’re getting close to cumming,” Henry said. “Tell me how it feels.” 

I felt momentarily bratty because I was enjoying myself too much to start talking. The only thing I wanted to do was savor what this man was doing to me. I was so wet I imagined a puddle on the floor, right under me.

 But I knew I needed to give him something. 

“It … feels … amazing,” I managed to say. “Just keep going, don’t change anything. And please don’t stop.” 

Henry laughed. “Please, huh? You’re so polite. Tell me more.”

He slapped my ass again, causing me to yelp. 

He knew I didn’t want to talk and that I just wanted to savor what was happening. 

But when your dom tells you to talk, you talk. 

“You turn me on … everything you do to me and say to me … I love it. I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to stick in my wet little cunt.”

I patted my ass gently. “Go on.” 

“I want you to take me whenever you want to,” I said, letting go of my inhibitions. “I want you to use me. I want you to own me.” 

“Have you said that to anyone else before?” 

“No,” I whimpered. “You’re the only one, I promise … I need to cum. Please let me cum.” 

“I'm not stopping you,” Henry said. 

“Oh … wow,” I choked out. I could feel my insides moving in response to his permission. My body was getting ready.

He put his mouth to my ear and said, “Do you deserve to cum?”

“I … I …” 

“Of course you deserve it,” Henry said. “You’re obedient in all things and you’ve submitted yourself to me, entirely You’re truly an exceptional submissive.” 

“Thank you … sir.” 

“Do you think you can cum on command?” 

I whimpered and shook my head. I was well past the point of having any words. 

“Let’s try it,” he said, while he continued working my clit with his magic vibrating machine. 

Then he gently said, “I want you to tum right now. It’s time to get what you deserve.” 

That broke me. My knees gave out. My hips started pushing back against Henry’s hand. I let out an insanely loud moan as I hit the floor without bracing myself. 

Henry got behind me, scooped me up, and turned off the vibrator. Then he cupped my pussy. I shook in his arms. I was covered in sweat and pussy. 

Henry took my blindfold off and softly kissed both of my closed eyes through the lids. 

“Sir,” I said. “Did I earn a glass of water?” 

Henry laughed, 

“You certainly did,” he said. “And there’s some of that cheesecake left, too.” 

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