Written by lulu

BDSM
23 Dec 2009


My first time

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, barely able to believe I had agreed to meet in public dressed like

this. I was wearing his favourite clothes, the tight black miniskirt didn’t reach my stocking tops and the flimsy red shirt showed how erect my nipples were with anticipation. As I leant over to apply the blood red lipstick I was glad I was alone in the toilet as I realised my bum was exposed.

One last moment to gather my nerves and I would have to walk across the restaurant and outside to meet him. I glanced at my watch,shit I was late, I had been warned ,I hurried my heels tapping on the marble floor, I barely noticed the heads turn to stare.I started to run, but slowed, not wanting to arrive flushed.

There he was waiting in the shelter of the train station, I knew what was expected of me I knelt before him and started to undo his zip, a slut who would suck of f a stranger at a train station

“you are late” he moved back and started to walk” we talked about your day dreaming, you need to understand certain things” I followed ashamed, and nervous, I had tried so hard to be better but knew what he expected, a simple courtesy of being on time.

In the car he pushed the skirt right up, I was at least glad I was smooth as he liked.” play with your clit,but do not come” he told me. I was already so wet and my clit was swollen I closed my eyes and the music surrounded me,” faster “ he ordered It was so hard to not come ,.I had to open my eyes and concentrate as I felt the orgasm building.

We arrived at his home and he removed my skirt and top. Standing in just my heels and stockings in his kitchen my heart started to pound, there it was, on the table his cane.

“bend over the table” he said” you remember the punishment?” I bent over not daring to speak “one stroke for each minute late, you were 6 minutes late“. A hand caressed my arse,asingle finger stroked the length of my pussy,right to my clit.I knew he could feel my juices,how close I was to cumming.

The first stroke stung so hard I almost cried out,. I knew this was my punishment but doubted I could remain for 5 more. My bottom was already throbbing when the second stroke sent flames thru my entire body, I clenched, the sensation building .I lay there,fearing,wanting the third, it seemed like hours, the burning, stinging feelings not fading. But growing, every nerve seemed concentrated in my arse,it was the only part of me that was real. Then he bent over me, thru his trousers I cud feel his hard cock,pressed against me. His hand came forward and he twisted my nipples, hard, this time I did cry out. First one then the other, his fingers turning and squeezing them. Now the fire was in my arse and nipples and whilst I was recovering came stroke 4.I arched my back as it landed on my already tender bum. He pushed me down against the wood, it felt cool on my nipples I gabbed the edge or the table ready now for stroke 5,not knowing when it would come.

I lay there waiting, wondering where he had gone, then just as I wondered if I should move strokes 5 and 6 came in quick sucession,sending me over the edge, I wanted to beg for him not to stop. My entire body tingled and I knew that I wanted more.As I panted recovering, I felt his finger inside my arse putting lube in. He spread my legs father apart and I felt his cock enter me finally. I backed on to him so he filled me and moaning ,his hand started to wank my clit.The variety of sensations, my burning nipples and stinging bum, his cock in my arse and hand on my clit was so much, too much and I came till I was a quivering, shivering wreck.

He pulled out of me and lifted me up, gently he pushed me to my knees and I realised now I could suck his cock,as I took it in my mouth I knew my lateness was forgiven.


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