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I remembered the morning’s events quite accurately. You stormed into my room, waking me up at an early hour. I was still groggy and incoherent as you handed me a package. Per your request, I dressed in the contents of the package. Looking myself over in the mirror, I was a sight to behold. The dark red lace with the black lining of the very erotic lingerie set complimented my skin tone nicely. The cups of the bra formed to my oversized breasts in a way that would have made any man drool; and the high cut bottoms did their job accenting on my curved hips. Little matching bows put the finishing touches on the set, but of course, I had a few of my own things to add. After skipping over to the closet, I pulled out a pair of thigh high fishnets that I knew you would love. The next thing to be pulled out was a pair of beautiful, calf high, leather boots, complete with full frontal laces and a zipper in the back.

Another few moments or so and I was ready. Again, I gave myself another once over in the mirror, ensuring that I was nothing less of perfection before presenting myself to you. Quickly then, I trotted down the stairs to meet you in the office. Much like most family homes, the study was turned into a place for business. Unlike the others, though, our study was created into a Doctor’s Office to satisfy that part of your sexual fetishes. It was not the first time I would be summoned to this room but that did not mean I could predict what would be asked of me that day.

In the doorway, I fell to my knees, letting them hit the cold tiled floor. Spreading them apart and keeping my hands on my thighs, I tucked my head a bit, but let my eyes wander. They were looking for you. It only took a split second, but my eyes fell upon your masculine figure and a small smile crept across my full lips.

“Good morning, Sir,” I whispered softly, but still held a vote of confidence in my radiating voice. You would only have replied with a nod, before walking over to me. As if inspecting me, you circled my kneeling form. Despite my worries of disproval, I kneeled perfectly still, giving you a statue for your eyes to roam over. After a moment or so, I felt your hand run over my hair, giving me a little pet.

“Lovely, kitten,” you exclaimed to me in a soft speech. “Hop up,” was all you had to say before I stood up in one graceful move and laid myself on the examiner’s table. I spread my legs out and apart, then my hands. It was then that you pulled out the new leather cuffs and took the time to restrain me securely. I tried my hardest not to let myself move too much, but I was a wiggler. That was no problem, though. You knew exactly the right moves to make sure I stayed still long enough for you to get the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.

When that was finished, you looked down at me with a small lustful hint to your eyes. “Good girl. Now, I’ll see you after work,” and with that, you turned on a heel and stalked out. I was confused, dumbfounded even. I had forgotten it was a work day for you and was under the impression I would be played with right then and there.

The soft pitter patter of light rain fall on the roof was the only sound that reached my ears in the silent room. After the first hour or so, my perception of time had been distorted. How long had I been tied to that table top? Every so often I would pull at the restraints; my wrists and ankles buried deep into the leather padding of the cuffs that held them to the cold examiner’s table I was strapped too.

Eventually, I got bored with myself and at some point, I fell asleep with the lulling pattern of the rain. Not long after, I was stirred awake by the front door opening and closing. It was you, I was sure of it; the familiar sound of your footsteps confirmed that. I strained my neck to glance towards the office doors, waiting for you to appear through them. As if on cue, the doors opened and there you stood, slightly damp from the outside precipitation. I could already feel the area between my supple thighs heat up in anticipation.

Like a good girl, I opened my mouth to speak. “Welcome home, Sir. I hope your day at work levent escort went well,” my voice was a bit timid, being strapped to a table all day, but I forced it to sound strong and smooth. As I spoke, you moved over to my side. Your eyes were still on my restrained form and I could notice the swelling desire conveyed in your look.

“It was decent, ‘spanx’ kitten,” a little smirk crossed your lips at that moment and I knew I was in for either a delicious treat, or a painful night, but probably a little bit of both. Without much warning, your hand slipped down to my body as you ran your finger tips across my warmed skin. I had been craving your touch all morning and just this little attention made my nerves jump to attention. Little shivers followed each touch, telling me that only more were to follow. Staying silent, I wriggled against the table. I was always surprised that the smallest of touches provoked such a reaction from me. Looking up to you with wide, lust-filled eyes, I waited. If I did my calculations right, today was not a day for soft little touches and romantic endeavors. No, I was ready for the rawest of moments, for no warnings, no mercy. As if you could read my mind, your hand traveled to the bra I wore. You had your time to admire it that morning and wasted none now in ripping it off my body; it was easy with the weak material and your strong hands. As usual, this deserved a squeak of sorts from my broad range of sound effects, but that was no complaint for me. One of my favorite things to do was watch your expression as my very ample breasts bounced free from confinement. Today, was no disappointment. Your eyes seem to narrow some, taking the light bounce of my mounds. The lust and the desire intensified and I didn’t have to wait long before you attacked them. Leaning over, your warm lips wrapped around my hardening nipple and sucked in. I could feel your teeth emerge, taking matters into your own hands. Without much thought or hesitation, I arched my back against the table and presented my breasts more. Little moans escape my full lips as you stimulated one of my most sensitive nerve bundles.

Your hand traveled over to my free breast and fondled the little bud there. My wrists pulled against the cuffs in attempts to raise my hands and hold your head to my chest. I was there for your pleasure, for you to do as you wished too, and that meant not much moving on my part. For now at least.

I shivered again, feeling your other hand start to travel down my stomach. You had lifted your head up only for one of the deep kisses we usually shared. I moved my lips with yours as if on command, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Soon, I felt your tongue push past your lips and onto my own to which I obediently moved my tongue out to meet yours, letting them passionately dance together in our lips’ embrace.

Through these interactions, my slit has become warmer than ever and soon would be dripping. Fingers clawing away at the cheap pair of panties I had on, my cunt was now exposed for you to see. My pink and swollen lower lips were dripping, begging, for your touch. Little whimpers from my parted lips only supported the desire. Though, I shouldn’t have been so optimistic. I should have known that first, you would tease. Your fingertips lightly traveled small circles along the out part of my lips, tracing your way around what you would soon claim yours, once again. My sweet juices dripped, coating your fingers nicely. With a wet snatch like mine, lube was never needed. Before I could catch my breath from a rather low moan, your nail bumped my swollen button, making me yelp out with shocked pleasure.

Being forced to wait on that table all day made me more sensitive to your usual little teases. Again, there was no warning as you took the button up in between your thumb and forefinger and gave it a little pinch. At the same moment, your other hand forced two fingers deep inside me. I writhed with moans that filled up the secluded office space. My eyes were closed, and the obvious pleasure was written across my cihangir escort features. Already I could feel my first climax start to build within me. As you continued to pinch my sweet clit, I tried my best to grind myself down onto your hands. It was a bit harder than usual seeing as I was still confined to the space my leather cuffs would allow. This went on for what seemed like hours. You drilled away at my cunt with your strong, thick fingers and continued to rub my clit, making me pant and moan with each new thrust. When I got to the point where I was unable to hold it anymore, I let it go. My climax hit me like a ton of bricks, not very unexpected, but strong and powerful. With much effort, I bucked against the cuffs, riding out each little wave. My sweet nectar spilled out of my tight hole and again, coated your hand. I could only watch and blush some when I noticed you licking the juices off. After I had stopped wriggling, I lay flat against the table, gasping for air. It was so easy for you to bring me this kind of pleasure; I only hoped that when the time came, I would be able to return it.

“Kitten, quiet,” you barked your order and I quickly complied. I pressed my lips together and slowed my breathing down to where it made no noise. Those bright eyes of mine watched, as you lowered your hand once against to my cunt, playing your fingers over the dripping lips. Suddenly, you nestled three of your fingers into my tightness and it took all the will power not to moan out. It was then that I could hear the sound of your fingers being buried deep inside me. The juice covered fingers slapping into my beaten skin, the light slaps from your free hand on my juicy thighs. The sounds engulfed me and caused my slit to become even more soaked that ever before, if that were even possible.

Still, the inability to moan was becoming more and more difficult. I almost sighed in relief when I saw the nod from you, indicating that I could return to my regularly scheduled program of moans and groans. Sadly, it didn’t last long. You quickly pulled your fingers out and offered them to me. Knowing that this was more an order than an actual offer, I parted my lips again and lapped at your fingers, licking all of my juices off. This was not my favorite thing to do, but I knew better than to decline a gift from my Sir.

I was so wrapped up in cleaning your fingers off; I didn’t hear the zipper of your pants, or them being pulled down and discarded. I actually did not realize you had released your member until it was moved on top of me and rubbing against my wetness. You were wasting no time in taking what was yours. Pulling your hand away, you used them both to balance yourself on top of me and the medical table.

“Ready?” I heard you mutter under your breath, but of course, you didn’t give me much time to respond. It was that instance that your cock forced its way inside my tight folds. Lord knows I didn’t need any lubricant since I provided enough, but something told me that you would have done this with or without that. Moans escaped my clenched teeth. It was heavenly, finally having you inside me, finally being able to return the pleasure.

Still restrained to the table, it was hard to counter your thrusts as you started pounding away. The most I could manage was moving my hips in small circles, grinding them against yours every time you thrust in and drove ‘it’ home. Briefly, I wondered how it felt to have my tights walls completely surround your throbbing shaft with so much suction and pressure that it actually pulled you in, making a slurping sound each pull out. Between my rather loud moans and whimpers, I could hear the slapping of our thighs together, and your balls swinging against my cunt.

Even so, no time was wasted with this session. I was tied to a table, unable to move, unable to refuse. I was there for your disposal, for any itch you needed scratched, for any way you wanted to scratch it. I could only be thankful that you decided today, you would take yours in such a raw animalistic way. With much effort, I tightened the walls feriköy escort to my slit, wrapping myself more around your intruding member. This went on for some time. Every so often, you would move yourself just a tad to slam into my cunt with a new angle, getting every single spot rammed with your meat.

“Oh yes, Sir! Mmm-mmm.. Th-thank you,” I moaned and stuttered out as one of your angles proved to be a pleasure-filled one, hitting against my g-spot. I trashed against the cuffs once more, feeling myself building for the second time that night. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I would have bruises. My moans seem to match your groans some before silencing both of them as you leaned in for another passionate and wild kiss. The kiss was deep, filled with lust and desire. There was no hesitation as I returned the depth of the kiss from my end.

The pleasure you gave me was unlike any others. I was taking pleasure out of giving it to you. Again, my walls tightened, wanting him to have as much of that bliss as I had. It wasn’t long after that, that I could feel your member throb more than before. I knew it was close to climax for you. Holding mine off, I continued to grind my hips against yours, getting you deeper and deeper inside my very core.

I knew just the thing to help you, too. “Please, Sir. Cum inside your slutty little kitten. Let this cunt know who it belongs too, fill it up with your gift, with your seed, let me feel it all. Empty yourself into my tight little slit, just begging to be overflowing with your cum!” I moaned out, knowing that something as ‘adorable’ as me with such a filthy mouth would drive you over the edge. After another deep thrust or two, it worked. I felt my twat being filled with that sweet nectar. I felt one hot rope of cum after another squirt into my already stuffed cunt. It was everything I had desired, everything I craved. Having you fill me up was the last straw, and I once again felt the wonderful waves of an orgasm crash over my petite frame. This one was different than my previous one; it was stronger.

My moans were loud, coupled with a few occasional high pitched whimpers. I think once, I threw in a little yelp and shriek in there too. Feeling the pleasure radiate from my core out towards the rest of my body, rolls and rolls of delightful shivers molested my spine. My toes curled as I was literally being fucked into submission. Those core muscles of mine, however, were still at work. They started to spasm, squeezing your cock one moment, then letting go only to come back and squeeze tighter. Without knowing it, I was milking you for all you were worth.

Riding out both of our climaxes, our pace started to die down. Eventually, I collapsed against the table, panting heavily and gasping for air. You didn’t allow me to keep that up, though, as you stole another wild kiss. While our lips locked in a passionate frenzy, your hands moved to unlock me from my cuffs. How you did that without looking, I would never know, but that’s why you did the cuffing, and not me.

Breaking the kiss, you grabbed my collar and pushed me down to the floor, dangling your cock in front of me. I knew this routine, and I knew it well. I kneeled before you, glistening slightly from the rough fucking; chest heaving and breathing hard as my full tits bounced in your view. My mouth opened and in went your shaft. I was content, being able to clean you with my warm lips. They wrapped around your throbbing member as tight as could be, applying as much pressure as I could manage. Quickly, I started bobbing my head on your shaft, using my tongue inside my cheeks to lap at any and all juices left over. After a few moments, I moved my lips to wrap exclusively around your protruding head, sucking in and again, milking you for everything, sucking out the last remaining bits of cum. Of course, I couldn’t help but swallow what I got.

You pulled back, then, looking down at me with a small smile and I looked up at you, a mirrored smile on my lips. “Did I please, Sir?” I asked in a soft tone; it was my main goal always, to please you. In reply, I got another nod, which was just fine with me. Taking me by the collar again, you led me out into the living room and let me crawl onto the couch. There, I was allowed to sit in your lap, for that was usual business. For the rest of the night, I continued to be dress in nothing but my fishnet stockings and leather boots, but I didn’t mind; and neither did you.

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