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That moment when her dress shifted a little too much. It's been a great evening so far. The restaurant is not too busy. The atmosphere is pleasant and the food delicious. Your little group of friends has been there eating and talking for a little over an hour. She is sitting next to you, and your hand is on her leg. That's a very normal thing for you. She knows you are a physical touch person and has gotten used to you always having some contact when you are close. A hand on her, a leg against hers, you will even put your leg way out under a table so she rests a foot on you when you are on opposite sides of a table. She knows you crave the touch, and so it has become second nature for her also. Your hand had been setting there just above her knee most of the night.

At one point, she shifted in her seat. It was only for a moment. She was trying to hear someone at the far end of the table. When she settled back down and your hand was still again. There was a slight difference. There was bare skin under your pointer finger. The hem was there between the two fingers, and the tip of the pointer finger rested on her mid thigh. Nothing much changed, conversation continued, you didn't even look down, but now your finger moved back and forth slowly caressing that little section of her soft, beautiful skin. Your long finger extends out and then folds back under itself, back and forth slowly. After a few minutes of this, you shift your hand slightly, now two fingers are on her thigh. Moving together back and forth slowly. She continued right along, seeming not to notice anything. After a minute you use the moment you laugh at a comment from across the table to sweep your hand under itself and then straighten it back out, now under her dress completely and a little higher up her thigh. It's at this moment she shifts slightly. To anyone watching, it's just a slight adjustment for comfort, but the move is very deliberate. She moved her arms and body slightly to hide any view of your hand from others, and she opened her legs slightly. With your hand now only a few inches from her panties, you begin to trace your little finger up and down her inner thigh. Slow deliberate strokes across the sensitive skin. After a few moments, you shift your hand again slightly further up her leg. You can feel heat radiating from her sex and if you reach out your pinky finger, it would touch her pantie covered lips. You begin to trace your little finger along her inner thigh, almost touching her panties and then retreating back, over and over again, your finger makes this slow move. Suddenly, she pushes your hand away and excuses herself from the table. With your fun at an end, you refocus on the conversation around the table. She had left with one of the other women, so you watch for a return. If the other woman returns alone, you may go see if you can find your young lady waiting for you in a dark corner of the restaurant. After a few minutes, you feel a slight pang of disappointment as you hear her voice behind you, and she returns to her seat. As she sits, she briefly hugs your arm. In doing so, she very casually places your hand right back where it had been. She then kisses your cheek. Your little finger reaches out instinctually to see if you are at the same distance you were. As the finger reaches out it finds no panties, but the moist lips of her warm little pussy. With your finger resting there, just millimeters away from her entrance, you turn to her and say

You whisper.

"I thought maybe you would be read to go soon?"

She looks at you and says

"I would prefer to stay, if you promise I'll have a good time."

With this last statement, she gives a sassy little grin. In that moment, you curl your little finger, sliding it inside her.

"Oh, I pinky promise."

You remind me of someone how make the most beautiful fanfic of me on my old acc

Well I hope that was intended as a compliment. Was the fanfic good.

That moment she got caught. You were working late. On a call with colleagues overseas, you told her to go get ready for bed. She had sauntered off swaying her hips after kissing you. You had tried to wrap up the call a few times. You wanted to go choose what she would wear to bed, but issues kept coming up, and the call went longer and longer. finally, it's finished. You go around and lock up and turn out lights and head to your bed. A dim orange light shows under the bedroom door, and from the flicker and movement of the light, you know some young lady has lit a few candles. You silently approach the room and listen at the door. Inside, you hear heavy breathing and small cooing and moaning. Taking the door knob tightly in hand, you turn it slowly and ease the door open a fraction of an inch. The site that meets your eyes leaves you instantly aroused. She is lying on her back across the bed. Her feet on your side, her head on hers. Her heels are just holding on to the edge of the bed. They are spread far apart. Her knees are bent, so her ass is a few inches from the edge. The only clothing she has on is the blue button-down shirt you wore yesterday. It is wide open with each nipple barely covered by the lapels. Her right hand is squeezing her right breast through the shirt, and her left hand slowly rubs circles over her clitoris. You see that her eyes are closed, and she is biting her lower lip slightly in her attempts to stay quiet. You slowly push the door open and silently enter. The candle light casts shadows all around. The flames glow dances across her beautiful body. As you walk slowly toward your bedside, you remove your shirt and slowly undo your belt. As you get closer, you see the sparkle of a gem telling you that she has a plug in tight little ass. As you begin to undo the button of your jeans the fingers that had been rubbing her clit move down and start to rub up and down her pussy lips the moist sounds of her desire fill you with a desperate need to be inside her. As you lower your pants trying to remain silent, she whispers.

"You took so long, I didn't know what to wear, so I just grabbed this off your chair. I waited for you, but with the plug in and the smell of you on the shirt, I couldn't help myself. Forgive me for not waiting, Sir."

With your attempt at stealth proving a failure, you finish removing your clothes and step to the bed, positioning yourself between her open legs. The pointer finger of your right hand reaches out and joins her fingers as they trace her glistening lips. As a second finger joins it, you take her hand in your left hand and keeping her wet fingers extended, bring them to your lips and suck her juices off them, then you place her hand on her other breast. As your fingers begin to work their way between her pussy lips, and her hands knead at her breasts, you gentle say.

"You are forgiven, young lady. I made you wait so long."

On the word "long," you sink your fingers inside her slowly. Her back arches, and she lets out a deep moan.

"As my way of showing my forgiveness I plan on filling, this, beautiful, little, pussy, with, cum."

Each word at the end of the sentence is said in time with your fingers penetrating and withdrawing from her. You then remove your fingers and step forward slightly, the head of your thick cock kissing her opening. Your fingers you lift to her mouth and she slowly sucks them in. As she cleans her juices from you, you lean forward more and your cock easily enters her. She moans around your fingers as you sink into her. Her hands reach down and grab her ankles, pulling them back and away to open her thighs more allowing you deeper access. You remove your fingers from her mouth and rest your hand on her cheek.

"Thank you sir, you know I love the idea of your cum in me sir, but today is not a safe day for that sir."

She says softly with each "sir" coinciding with the completion of a thrust into her.

"I know exactly what could happen baby. Tonight I am breeding my young lady, I will overflow your little womb with cum. Just like you always want me to."

At the mear mention of breeding, her mind went into overdrive, and her body quickly responded. The orgasm was unexpected, and the scream that poured from her throat was loud and uncontrolled.

"Yes sir, make me a mommy!"

As her body shakes, she loses hold of her ankles, and her heels slip off the bed. Her muscles tensed and then slowly relaxed. She looks up and you with an unfocused stare.

"Well, that was a little faster than I expected for you. How long had you been playing before I got here."

You said teasingly.

"Now by the time I fill this perfect little pussy tonight you are going to be extra sensitive."

That moment when she felt all better. She's in the kitchen making lunch. You're at your desk reviewing a manufacturing drawing. You hear the clatter and fall of something metallic. Then that sweet, innocent little mouth screams a naughty word.

"Fuck!!"

"You ok?"

You say as you quickly stand up and step out of your office. As you round the corner, you see her setting on the floor. Her white tank top has a few drops of blood on it. Her cute little shorts have a blood smear on the side. Her right hand is squeezing her left pointer finger. Her right leg has a small cut on the shin that is dripping blood down to her foot slowly. A kitchen knife is on the floor next to her. She looks up at you, her eyes wet and ready to overflow.

"I forgot you sharpened the knives, and I cut my finger, and it scared me, and I dropped the knife, and it cut my leg."

She said in a single halting breath.

"I was making us a nice sandwich for lunch."

The last sentence is drawn out slowly as the adrenaline of the moment pushes her to cry.

"It's OK baby."

You say as you grab a paper towel and press it to her leg with your left hand to stop the blood flow. Kneeling down, you kiss her forehead and whisper.

"Let me see your finger."

She slowly opens her hand, and you see a small but deep cut clearly before the blood flows out again.

"Hurts."

She says as she squeezes again. You pick up the knife and set it on the counter above you as you say.

"It's not bad. A little glue will close it. Get up on the other counter"

You stand and take her arm and help her up. She moves to the far counter, and you lift her up, so she sits on it facing you. Her leg is bleeding again, so you set the paper towel on it, but the bleeding is already slower and starting to stop. You step away for a moment and grab your little first aid bag. The cleaning and covering of the leg is fast. Most of the bleeding had stopped before you started. The finger is a little more complicated as the cleaning hurts, and the conversation about super glue as a bandage starts a joke about you gluing your "toy" back together. As you set and blow on her finger to dry the glue, she watches your face intently. You notice her looking and turn your head and smile at her, then kiss her nose.

"What are you looking at?"

You ask jokingly.

"Oh, I was just thinking that there was blood on my shirt."

She says looking down.

"I should probably take it off."

The last three words are said slowly and with a breathy tone. You look at the small drops of blood on the shirt and slowly raise her hands above her head. Then, moving your hands to her waist, you slip your fingers under her tight fitting tank top and move up her sides, pealing the shirt up and over her head. You toss it on the floor and turn and look in her eyes as she lowers her arms around your neck. Without looking away, you say.

"There's a stain on these shorts as well."

As you grab the waist band and pull them down. At the same moment she uses her legs to clamp on to your waist and shifts her weight to her arms and legs lifting her ass off the counter long enough for you to get the shorts to her thighs then she drops back down and releases her legs from you so the shorts can be dropped down and fall off her feet. Sitting there, now completely naked with her arms on your shoulders, her hands behind your head, and her left pointer finger straight out, she looks down and reaches her right hand to start undoing your pants.

"Thank you so much for tending my cut, Sir."

She says as your pants open and she takes you cock in her hand.

"You were so gentle, so attentive, Sir."

She says a little quieter as she slowly strokes your cock. You lift her hips and pull her to the very edge of the counter.

"Maybe you will allow me to show my gratitude, Sir."

She whispers as she rubs your cock back and forth against her pussy lips. Her wetness spreading along its head. Grabbing her ass with both hands you press into her as your cock parts her lips and slides into the warm tight recesses of her pussy, sinking in until you bottom out against her cervix. She moans and grabs your shoulders with both hands.

"Hey, don't you let that cut open up again, young lady."

You say with a suddenly serious tone. She moves her hand so the cut is right in front of your eyes. To show you the glue is still holding. You withdraw your cock from her slowly and kiss the small wound as you thrust back in deeply.

"There, I kissed it all better, baby."

That moment when she felt safe and cared for. Things can get intense. Their dynamic is amazing for them both because she prides herself on service, devotion, and obedience. She is intelligent and strong. She doesn't follow blindly. She has chosen this devotion, she gives this service, and she joys in her obedience.

Why this choice?

It makes her feel free. In serving him, she finds joy and pleasure. She finds rest and safety. He's in charge of the "game play." What happens moment to moment is his to control. She does as she's told without hesitation or thought.

How can she feel so safe with this?

What she knows, and he lives by, but others don't see, is that she's as much in charge as he is. He operates in the boundaries she set. He doesn't push the ones she has determined immovable. He only applies pressure to the ones she has asked him to help her press. She wrote the "rule book" he operates by, and she knows he would never break those rules. Trust is the foundation all of it is built on. She knows his focus will always be to make her feel protected, comfortable, and happy. He knows that her trust is the most important thing she gives him, and he cherishes it. She knows the trust she gives is cherished so she can feel free because she is safe and cared for.

That moment when her legs gave way. It's a punishment, but not really. She didn't do anything "wrong" she loves to obey. She's not a brat by any stretch of the imagination. She is actually very against the brat tactic. Domestic discipline is what she craves. Rules, very specific and exacting rules. When they're not met, she wants, no, she desires discipline. So now she's on her hands and knees on the coffee table in the living room. She is turned to face you as you watch an old John Wayne movie you've seen a thousand times. She looks straight at you, never looking away from your face, just as instructed. Anytime you turn to look at her, her eyes had better meet yours. The coffee table is one of your own creation. Made of pine trees, you dropped yourself on your upper property. The legs are heavy 5 inch diameter logs, and the table top is a slab 3 inches thick. Guests to your house often joke about it being over engineered, completely unaware it is "overbuilt" for days like today.

The leather straps that hold her legs and wrists in place are secured to those heavy pine legs. She is nude except for a black pair of panties and a leather collar. There's a black satin pillow under her knees and a "magicwand" tied to her leg with its head against her panties at the top of her pussy. From the back of her panties an anal hook protrudes slightly attached to a leather leash that keeps her collar, and therefore her head raises to look at you. The ball gag in her mouth is soaked in saliva and a puddle has formed on the coffee table directly under it. Mixed with the sound of soldiers and a train on the television can be heard the hum of vibrating nipple clamps and her moans and grunts.

As a high-pitched scream muffled by the gag suddenly erupts from her, you look over to make sure she's still looking at you despite her now second orgasms since you started this discipline session. Her body is glistening with sweat, drool is running from around the gag as the orgasm wanes, her breathing is heavy and the mascara around her eyes is running but she hold eye contact despite the sensory overload.

You look back at the old movie and see a man toss a beehive into a train car. Without looking back at her, you say.

"I think that some young lady can do better with her chores. I would think that serving her master would be her highest priority, as caring for her is his. Don't you agree, young lady."

"Yuuss, huuuur."

Is the garbled response she gives quickly, finishing the statement just in time for a third orgams to corse through her and rob her of all ability to make sound. As the soundless scream pulls all her muscles taunt, from the corner of your eye, you see her head droop as much as the leash will allow, and her eyes squeeze shut. Her legs begin to shake and finally give out as her pelvis drops to the table, pulling her head back with the leash anchored inside her ass. Her arms stay up for a moment, but they too turn to jelly under her, and she is left as a shaking heap on what she often calls her "favorite table." The sound of vibration increases dramatically as the clamps and wand now rest on the wooden table top.

Without looking away from the movie, you say rather sweetly.

"I'll leave you there a few more minutes, baby. I mean, honestly, this movie has barely started, and I need to drive home the point of the lesson."

"Haunk huu huuur."

Is her simple but labored reply.

The moment she learned what that hook was for. You were out in your work shed. The internal parts of an old phonograph on the bench. You were removing the hardened hundred year old grease from the double spring system. You heard a small little voice singing an old Ella Fitzgerald song approaching the shed door. She poked her head in and said.

"Hello sir, I was missing you and wanted to say hi."

You looked up from the bench and noticed she had her hair in pigtails. She also seemed to be making sure nothing besides her head was visible to you.

"Well thank you young lady. I always love to see you."

You said as you turned back to your bench, pretending not to notice much.

There was a moment of silence, and you used the opportunity to reach down under the bench and grab a tool. You didn't need it. You just needed a cover to look at the floor between you and the door to make sure it was clear. As your focus seemed to return to the parts on the bench. You heard a little huff of breath from the door and a tone of confusion and frustration in her voice when she said.

"Do you like my hair, sir? Could...Could you see it? I just did it?"

She knows all to well your reaction to her hair in braids, ponytails, pigtails, really anything that makes a good handle. She was trying to illicit a response. She'd succeeded she just didn't know it yet.

"It's very nice." You say off handedly. And then, under your breath said.

" Why can't I get this to work."

To make her think you were too focused to have really notice. You then set the parts down and sat back in your chair, feigning a stretch. Suddenly, you leapt up and ran to the door. She screamed and giggled as her head vanished out of view. When you turned the corner after her, you saw her running. Tiny little jean cutoffs, that was all she had on besides her shoes. You sprinted at top speed and caught her around the waist with one arm. She squealed and squirmed as you put her over your shoulder and smacked her butt. She kicked her feet and hit your back giggling and insisted you put her down as you carried her back into the shed. You grabbed some large zipties from a shelf and then set her on her feet and zipped them on her wrists quickly as she protested half-heartedly. Then you lifted her up and hooked the ziptie over a large metal hook on a low beam in the middle of the room. With her arms fully extended above her head, she had to stay on tiptoes to keep the plastic from biting into her skin.

"What is that hook? Why is...why is that there? It's so high. Let me down please sir, I will be a good girl."

She said as you reached around and unhooked the button on her shorts and pulled them to her ankles.

"See the handles under the hook. Grab them, and hang on tight."

She grabbed them just in time as you pulled he feet out from under her and tossed her shorts away. Then, setting her feet back down, you walked around in front of her. You pulled out your cock and then stepped up to her. With out hesitation she lifted her legs and wrapped them around your waist, locking her ankles behind you. You reached down and guided your cock inside her as she settled onto it.

"Now, I'm going to have to bend you over so I can use those little pigtails properly soon, but for now, I think I'll let you hang here."

With that statement, you put her breast in your mouth and started to drive in and out of her slowly. As she moaned softly, she looked up at the hook and handles above her and said.

"Sir, I love your dirty mind so much."

That moment when you wake up and reach out for her, but she isn't there. You had gone through your bedtime prep together. You had crawled in bed together. You read to her for a little while, and when you closed your book, she said she wasn't sleepy yet, so she would watch a show. She cuddled against you as she put her earbuds in, and you had quickly fallen asleep. Now you wake to an empty bed. You sit up and look around, and from the corner of the room, you see the flicker of a screen.

"Silly girl, I should have known. You and that cage."

In the far corner of the room is a large animal kennel. At least, that's what it started as. It now has blankets all over it and big pillows inside. Little stuffed animals and even little fairy lights hung in it.

You get out of bed and go over to the shrouded little opening and look in. There you find, not a little girl as expected, but a little sex kitten. She is wearing nothing but long black socks, a tail buttplug and some ears that are sitting a little crooked on her bowed head. Her phone, laying in her open hand, is still playing a show, but she is very much asleep. You reach in and turn on the dim fairy lights before taking the phone and turning it off. For a moment you look at the curve of her ass and her plump pussy lips. You restrain your base urges and then look at the curled up kitten.

"How do I get you out of there without waking you up. It's to small."

Resigned to your only real option, short of taking the top off, you reach in and start to rub and lightly pat her bottom.

"Kitten, little kitten, wake up, come sleep in masters bed sweet kitty."

She starts to stir little by little and then lifts her head and looks at you with a groggy grin.

"Kitten, crawl out of there so master can carry you to bed."

She looks at you with her lips pursed and then licks them and simply says

"Meow."

Then, backing out of the cage, she giggles her ass at you, letting her tail swish. You sit back on your heels and she turns and crawls in your lap, wraps her legs around your waist and her arms around your neck and licks your cheek before snuggling her head in your neck and purring.

You carefully rise to your feet, cautious of your new center of gravity, and walk to her side of the bed.

"OK kitten, lay down"

She lets go of your neck and lays back on to the bed, but her legs stay locked around you. She stretches her hands above her head then runs them down her body making sure to watch your face as her hands move from her shoulders to her breasts down her tummy ending at the top of her little pussy. One hand moves to the waistband of your underwear as the other gentle rubs her clit. Your eyes move back up to her eyes slowly, taking in her beautiful body. When the two of you lock eyes she pulls at your waistband and asks.

"Meow?"

You look at her and grin.

"Are you leaving the tail in?"

She nodes her head as she wiggles her nose.

"You know how full you feel when you do that. Are you sure?"

She grins broadly at you and shakes her head excitedly. You reach back and unhook her legs from your waist and straighten them in front of you, with her ankles against your shoulder. You remove your underwear and then push her knees to her chest, leaving her feet straight in the air. You then wrap her arms around her legs to hold them in place. Placing one hand between her thighs, you find her clit and start to rub gentle circles. With your other hand you rub your cock head against her pussy lips spreading her juices. Then you slowly sink inside her. You clearly feel the plug through her inner wall, the pressure it makes is intense for you, so you can't imagine how it feels for her, but the throaty moan she lets out gives you some indication. Once you are fully inside her the hand that had held your cock moves up to her throat and takes hold firmly.

"Now kitten, we need to have a talk about staying up too late."

That moment when you open the front door and she is waiting for you to use her. You just got off a flight and drove home. You walked up the front steps, and as you reach to open the door, you notice a small black pair of G string panties on the door handle. You open the door slowly, and there she is. She's kneeling just inside the door. She is in the "Nadu" submissive pose. Her legs forming a V knees apart, toes together behind her as she sets back on them. Her palms turned upwards as her hands rest on her thighs. Her back straight and head raised so that she is looking in your eyes as you enter. She smiles sweetly and says in a cooing little voice.

"Welcome home, sir. I've missed you more than I can express."

Your body instantly begins to respond to how she has displayed herself for you. She wears only a black corset and matching collar. Her lips have a vivid red lipstick on them. Her breasts are bare, and her nipples fully erect begging for attention. Her pussy is smooth except for a small well trimmed line of hair at the top.

"I missed you too baby, I am so happy to see you."

You say as you close the door behind you and set down your bag. Never looking away from her.

"I got you a gift. It's in my bag. Should I... should I get it now."

"Thank you, sir. I am so excited to see it, but sir, may I have my favorite gift first? I've missed it so."

She says as she looks at the zipper of your trousers intently.

You step up to her kneeling body and place your hand on her head, and pet her hair lovingly.

"Of course, baby, forgive me for making you wait. Go ahead and take your gift."

She grins as she slowly lowers your zipper and releases you from your now very confining pants. Taking you in her right hand, she lifts your member and slowly licks you from base to head, stopping to kiss the top as she looks in your eyes and says, smiling broadly.

"Now, where should we put this first, sir? I have a few ideas."

That moment when she asked you to take the tail out of her ass. She's on her knees on the bed. Her ass in the air and her head against the mattress, her back arched beautiful. The soft fuzzy tail attached to the plug in her tight little ass is in your right hand, as you thrust deep into her wet pussy over and over. Her muffled screams are filling the house despite her efforts to quite them with the mattress. The pitch of her sexy sounds changes every so often, or more precisely, every time you pull just slightly on the soft tail in your hand increasing the pressure on her tight little ring of muscle around the narrow neck of the plug.

The two of you have worked up to this moment. Starting with just your finger and a lot of lubricant. Over time, working up to thin toys and eventually her first small plug. She was so excited when you gave it to her. When the two of you had put it in place that first time, excitement was no longer the look on her face, but determination had pushed her through. A few larger plugs had come next. One even had a cute little heart-shaped gem that showed beautiful when in its place. The tail had been her favorite by far, however. She loved it. She walked around the house with it hanging under her skirt constantly since you gave it to her. She would sit and pet it when you sat on the couch together. And all of that seemed to turn her on just as much as it did you. All of that had led to this moment. You inside her, a little pressure on her tail, she reaches back a hand to slow you. Then breathing hard pulls the plug from her ass.

"Please sir, I need to feel you in my ass."

You slowly pull your engorged cock from her warm depths. You could swear that her simple request had made it swell even more. As you place the head of your cock against her slightly opened ass, you ask breathlessly.

"Are you sure baby?Are you ready?"

"Please sir, I need you" is her desperate sounding response.

As you press in the head of your dick the tight squeeze of her is almost to much for you, and the moan she makes into the bed is deeper, more primal than you have ever heard from her. You hold there, just the head in.

"Squeeze babygirl, squeeze tight for a slow ten count, then try to relax."

As she squeezes your cock head and grunts into the bed you let out a intense moan yourself. Then as she relaxes you slip inside, not easily but with less resistance. Her moan as your thick shaft sinks fully inside her may be the most erotic sound you have ever heard. You hold still again, trying not to move a muscle.

"Gorgeous, are you ok?"

You ask, as her ragged breathing slows. Her head turn slightly and see her lips as they form her next words carefully.

" Fuck me sir, make me scream."

That moment when she decided it was time to leave. It had been a great party, good friends, amazing food. The conversations were enjoyable and lighthearted. She was across the room with a few others, laughing and talking, generally being the life of the party. All are close friends, so she's comfortable, confident, practically sparkling with joy. You and a few buddies were over by the back door. Your conversations had been good but came to a natural lull. Looking around the room, she came into your focus, and she looked your way. Both your eyes locked, and she smiled that beautiful smile. In that second, what had been a dull hum of background music suddenly cleared as the first words of the song started.

Those fingers in my hair

That sly come hither stare

That strips my conscience bare

It's witchcraft

And I've got no defense for it...

As the song continued to play, you stepped towards her, singing along under your breath. She excused herself from the conversation she was in and stood. She knows these moments well. Grocery stores, shopping malls, even a mechanics garage once, Sinatra comes on, and you inevitably reach for her hand. She met you halfway in a little open spot behind a couch. Your right hand reaches around her waist and rests on her back. The other takes her right hand. And you start to move to the music. You smile as you quietly sing along, stopping just for a moment to kiss her. Nothing fancy, no Fred Alastair moves, just holding her as you sway together, looking in her eyes and singing just to her. A few eyes around the room look and linger for a moment, but it passes, and as the song ends, you kiss again and thank her for the dance. She steps out of the room, and you wander over to a counter filled with food, looking for nothing in particular. One of her friends steps up to you and starts talking about how "cute you two are"

Suddenly, she's back at your side as if she never left and answers a question that had been directed at you because your focus is now entirely on your hand. She has a hold of it and has pressed something into your palm. From the smooth, slippery feel of the fabric, you know instantly that it's her panties. She stepped away and slipped them off. Now they have a simple but urgent meaning. "Make our excuses and take me somewhere and Fuck me NOW."

Someone behind you ask her if she needs another drink, you here her politely decline as you casually slip her satin message in your pocket, and look around the room for the hosts. You start to walk towards them as she follows reaching for your hand.

"Hurry please." She whispers.

That moment when you hear an engine start. She is on her back on the floor. Her knees pressed up by her shoulders, and her lower legs, covered by thigh-high black stockings, are on either side of your head. Her skirt has worked its way up to her rib cage and she didn't have a shirt on when you came in the house for "lunch" For a rather long time now she was been screaming and begging you to do filthy things to her. The kind of things someone who saw her on the street would assume she had never even heard of. In the rare moments when she was silent, your grunts and outbursts of "Good girl!" had filled the air, but for a brief second, there was silence in the house while you both caught your breath. And in that silent second, you both heard a car start. Your heads instantly looked towards the front door. You clearly see through the thin, tall window near the entryway a package that wasn't there when you arrived. As you consider how long a delivery driver could have been standing at that window without you noticing, you look down at your young ladies beautiful face, and you both start to laugh. You take a deep breath in and ask simple.

"Should I carry you to the bed?"

As you look at her adorable smile flanked on either side by the back of her knees. In response she just reaches back with both hands and grabs your butt and pulls you deep into her.

"Oh, my good girl. Now, where were we?"

That moment when you get home a little earlier than you had intented. It was a productive day, and you're feeling content. A small bonce to your step as you come home at least an hour earlier than you had planned. You come in the front door, and she's not waiting for you as she would be if you came home when you said you would. You walk through the house and hear the TV in the bedroom. You peek in, and there she is. Laying on her stomach across the bed sideways. Her head is facing away, watching an episode of something or other. You recognize it as one of the ones she is slightly embarrassed of watching. Her bare feet are in the air are kicking back and forth slowly. You just watch her for a moment. Appreciating your luck at having her. Looking at every curve, every soft and hard, beautiful part. All of the ones she thinks are blemishes or imperfections. You take them all in and see only beauty. Ever scar, mark, or mole. Every bit of flesh she thinks is too fat or pale or "not as good as..so and so's." You see only her perfection, only the focus of your desire.

"Hello young lady."

You say with a smile.

"You're ho..."

She starts to say as she moves to sit up.

"Stop!"

You say forcefully but at the same volume as your previous hello.

"Don't move, just watch you show."

As you walk to the edge of the bed, you see her tense, frozen form, settle back to its comfortable position. You kick your shoes off and then reach for her ankles. With one in each hand, you pull them together in front of you, bent slightly, and kiss each of her feet with a quick peck, and she squeaks out your favorite little giggle as you do. Then spreading her legs just enough so you can lay down between them and rest your head on her. Using her perfect butt as a pillow. As you smell a floral sent on the fabric of her thin dress, you let out a contented sigh.

"Welcome home sir. I had planned for something special at the front door when you arrived, but you're so early."

She says never looking away from her show.

"I knew you would've something planned." You say as you lift your head off her butt.

"But when I realized how early I would be home, I decided on some plans of my own, Young lady"

To empathize this last statement, your hands flip the bottom of her dress up, revealing cute black panties and her gorgeous little cheeks spilling out of them. You scoot away from her about a heads distance and admire the way her panties lay on her plump little flower. You lower your head and lightly kiss her inner thigh slightly down from her beautiful panty framed pussy. Again you hear your favorite giggle.

" Sir, do you want me to-"

" Shhhh, sorry baby... I have... a very... important...meeting." You say to her. Breaking the phrase apart with kisses, each of which is slightly higher up her inner thigh and lasts a little longer. Using your upper arms, you spread her legs slightly more and then reach up with you left hand and pull the thin black fabric away from her skin and reveal her moist, beautiful pussy. Her perfect lips glistening.

"You just watch your show, I'm going to be a while."

That moment you suddenly wake. Your eyes open, and you see your ceiling above you. There is a small amount of light illuminating your room. You turn your head to the right, and your phone screen shows you the time, 33 minutes after 1am. You turn your head to the left and see her back and her hair draped over the pillow. You slowly become aware of the fact that she's not under the blankets. She's curled up so that her butt rests against your hip, but more importantly, her shorts are not covering her cute tush. Being careful not to disturb her, you place your hand on her back and slowly move down to her thigh. Her tank top is still on, but it seems her shorts and the cute panties you picked for tonight have been yanked down to her knees.

Very gently you sit up and turn yourself so that you are kneeling hehind her. Her, on her side, with her beautiful butt in front of you. As you take your slowly stiffening member from your underwear and begin to rub its head lightly against her beautiful flower you wonder how long ago she woke and pulled her shorts down. You know she was hoping you would wake and find her like that. From the temperature of her skin, she's been out of the covers for some time.

As you rub back and forth along her opening the head of your cock starts to find purchase in her soft lips, and as the wetness from both of you slowly coats her, each rub comes closer to penetration.

You know it's very early and there are only a handful of hours before you need to start your day. You could just lay back down. You have no doubt you would be asleep again soon. From the little motions of her face and head, it's clear your attention to her may very well be affecting a dream. She is deep asleep. Do you really want to disturb her more. Then again, she did wake up and position herself knowing what you would do if you woke.

"Okay." You whisper to yourself.

Your mind made up you move your hips slightly for alignment, and allow her lips to take your cock head a little deeper. You slide one hand under her tank top to find her beast, while the other finds a hold on her hip. Then you allow yourself to sink fully inside her. The warm, wet, inviting feeling envelopes you, as you push in as deep as you can with a single slow thrust. The pull back out is just as slow and feels just as amazing. Slowly back in, your hand squeezing her hip, as the fingers of your other hand roll her nipple between your thumb and middle finger. As the tempo of your thrusts slowly increases, you notice a smile on her lips. She hasn't opened her eyes, probably because she hopes to not wakeup fully, but she does pull her top up to reveal both her perfect breasts to you. With the freedom of knowing she's now awake to some degree, you put both hands on the side of her hip and begin to pull her into you as your speed increases. Little stuttered moans and unintelligible sounds start to eminate from her as you abandon all effort to hold yourself back.

"Th...th...than...k...U...s...s...sir."

Is the last thing you hear before ecstasy washes over your body and your hips thrust forward, driving you deep inside her. You slump forward, your head resting on her hip, as your hips continue to make small withdrawals and thrusts forward. Then, with your awareness returning, you purposefully pull out of her almost completely, lift your head and drive back in. Her hand instantly comes to your chest, trying to stop you. As she lets loose a short moan. She gets so sensitive after her orgasms that she always needs you to give her a little time before you keep moving. And often, you deny her that time pushing her beyond her limits, but tonight, it was just a tease. You'll let her fall back to her contented rest. So you reluctantly pull yourself from inside her and adjust her clothes as she makes little happy noises. You gather the blankets up around her and settle in behind her, hugging her close to you. She wiggles her butt against you, finding her desired position.

"Goodnight young lady."

You whisper as you close your eyes and let sleep reclaim you.

Please daddy I want you to make me even more of a pervy little fucktoy.

I want daddy to walk me around on a leash and fuck me in the bathroom when we go out!

Cum in my pussy and take my panties from me so I have to walk around with daddies cum dripping out of me!

Pull up my skirt and let strangers spank me, pet my pussy, pull down my little shirt and tug on my perky nipples!

Wish you would take me out and spank me when I’m being bad, even if it means laying me across your lap and the park, skirt flipped up and ass red as you remind me how to be a good little girl

Take me shopping & dress me up like your little doll, just to ruin the clothes as you ruin me!

I just want to be used like daddies little whore!

This young lady is in desperate need of some attention from a caring daddy. Poor girl is obviously neglected.

The moment you realize you have been neglecting her need. She had been such a good girl. Attentive and caring. Never needing to be asked twice. Often predicting your needs and desires before they even crossed your mind. The week had been so stressful for you, and she had been there every moment you needed her. How could you have let it go so long. Let her need slip to the background.

You walk into the house single-minded, focused.

"Young lady, come in here please."

"Hello sir, I was just making us a drink, sir." She says as she enters the living room and smiles at you.

"Bend over the back of the couch now please." You say with a soft gentle tone.

Without hesitation, she obliges. You step up behind her and pull her skirt up to the beautiful swell of her hips. Then, placing your hands on the outside of her lower thighs, you slowly move them up to the small band of her panties. Making sure to savor the feel of her soft skin as you do so. Hooking your fingers in the band, you then reverse the motion. Moving slowly down until you can release the panties and have them drop to her ankles. She stands silently, unmoving, but a glistening on the lips of her flower shows you that, as always, your attention has not gone unappreciated. Stepping slightly to the side, you rest your fingertips on her chin and gently turn her face to you.

"Forgive me young lady, I have neglected one of your needs this week."

Still looking in her eyes, you place one hand gently on the small of her back as the other slowly lifts in the air above your head. As she sees the hand and recognizes your intent, you see her take a short, quick breath in and hold it as she closes her eyes in anticipation. You can just see the faint smile on her lips as you start your swing down.

The crack of the slap is short and loud. It echoes through the quiet house. Almost instantly after it lands, you feel the muscles in her back relax as her entire body briefly basks in the pleasure of the pain. As you take your hand away, you see the already forming red print on her beautiful ass cheek. In an almost imperceptible voice, you hear her moan a single word.

"One."

As you raise your hand again, you feel her muscles tense in preparation and see a small drip of clear liquid run down the inside of her leg.

"You are such a good girl." You say almost in a growl.

That moment when you have just filled your young lady. She was in the kitchen making you a snack, and the cute sway of her hips as she sang along with the radio, and her beautiful tush in those tight pants was too much to resist. Now she is bent over the counter her pants around her ankles, her panties pulled to the side as you slowly withdraw from inside her. She turns around and slumps to the floor, her legs having turned to rubber under her after her orgasms. Without needing to be asked, she greedily ingulfs your member in her mouth to clean your juices and hers. With you clean, she lays back against the counter.

"I will finish our snack when my legs work again sir." She says

You kneel down and pick her up and carry her to your favorite couch and gather her in your arms. She lays against your chest, closes her eyes and purrs.

As you kiss the top of her head you say "The snack can wait. I think some young lady needs a nap right now."

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