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Your choice for U for was No, don’t use the safeword.
Aralyn decided that she would just have to stick it out. The first time he had spanked her, she had acted so as not to make it seem like she was as experienced as she was. But this time, she had no excuse, and she didn’t want it to appear like she was a wuss. Now she felt like she needed to be true to herself.
The timber of her whimpering was growing louder as he spanked her and she knew that soon she would be screaming. She knew that that would be unacceptable to her level of standards, so she took a deep breath and brought her whimpering back down to almost nothing.
She felt his spanking falter only slightly before he started up again and began to work even harder to hear her whimpering and moaning. She didn’t disappoint, and soon she was getting ready to use her safe word again, but then he abruptly stopped.
“You did very well,” he whispered as he rubbed her ass gently. She felt the stinging ease at his caress.
“Thank you,” she whispered, almost embarrassed to say it.
“Thank you…” he let his voice trail off, and she knew she had avoided it as long as she could. She wasn’t crazy about calling someone Sir. It seemed arcane and maybe outdated, but she knew that she had little choice in this situation. Of course, she could walk away at any time, but it was a minor reason to walk away.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied, and she made sure to make her voice firm and measured. She didn’t want him to hear her reluctance to calling him Sir, especially as it had absolutely nothing to do with him.
“That’s better,” he replied. “Whenever we are in a scene of any kind, I want you to call me Sir. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Good,” he gave her ass a very light and playful swat and then helped her to her feet. Her feet were almost numb from being laid over the bench for so long. “Now, about that blow job…” he let his voice trail off again.
“I assume you would like me to pick up where I left off, Sir?” she was careful to add the word to her sentence this time.
“Yes, I do,” he replied in a tone of voice that was oddly sensual.
“Of course, Sir,”
She knelt down in front of him again, her ass smarting as she sat back on her heels. She managed not to wince, though. She took his cock into her mouth again and began to suck. Pulling gently on him with her lips, he murmured his pleasure. She grazed her teeth lightly across his shaft, and he grunted. She hoped that his grunts were of pleasure and not annoyance at her. Some guys liked that and others weren’t as crazy about it. When she did it a second time, and he bucked his hips against her mouth, she took it as a good sign. When he pressed against her, she let his cock slide further down her throat until she was almost choking on it. He gripped the back of her head and held her onto his cock. She moaned softly, and the vibrations caused him to practically whimper.
“I am so torn right now.”
“Hm?” she murmured.
“I love having your mouth around my cock, but I want to be in your pussy.” He grunted again and thrust toward the back of her throat. She gagged, and he groaned with obvious pleasure. “I love hearing you gag.” He had pulled back a little to allow her to breathe but then pressed again into her throat until she gagged. Water was pooling in her eyes as she tried to control her gag reflex. Then he released her, and she breathed. He pulled out of her mouth and smiled down at her. “God, you’re good at that.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, and she looked up at him through long eyelashes.
“Get up here,” he growled, and he pulled her to her feet and up against his body. He kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with his tongue. He picked her up off the floor then, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“I want you inside me so badly, Sir,” she whispered against his mouth after he had broken their kiss.
“Same here,” he said, and he put her down, not too gently, on the bed. She lay back and heard the rip of the condom wrapper and then felt him inside her mere moments later. He thrust into her, not giving her any time to adjust to the feeling of him. He pounded over and over again so that his balls made a slapping sound off of her ass. She was moaning and groaning beneath him. He slowed then and sat back on his heels, pulling her legs up in the air at a 90-degree angle. He had better access to her pussy now, and he pressed his thumb against her clit. He rubbed gently, and she moaned loudly. He moved slowly, pushing into her and pulling back, over and over again.
She was writhing beneath him, so overwhelmed with the pleasure of it all that she almost wanted him to stop. She knew she could use her safe word and he we would cease immediately, but she didn’t want that. She was just so overwhelmed with the whole situation. With him, with his cock in her pussy, with his thumb on her clit.
She felt the waves of orgasm about to hit, and she screamed as they rolled over her. Again and again, she felt the intense pleasure, the burning desire, the gush of her juices against Sevy’s cock. He didn’t let up on her, though. He kept rubbing her clit until she was thrashing on the bed so badly it seemed like she was losing her mind. Aralyn just knew that she had to do something to make the overwhelming feeling stop, but she didn’t want to. In fact, she couldn’t bring herself to push his hand away.
Finally, he stopped, and she lay still on the bed. He pulled back and thrust gently into her, moving in measured, controlled movements. It didn’t take long for him to build up his momentum again, though. Then he was pounding into her fast and hard. When his orgasm hit, he pushed himself as far into her as he could and held himself there, moving his hips only slightly. He nearly collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating.
She wanted him to get off of her but, like before, she could no more ask him to get off of her than she could fly to the moon under her own power.
“That was incredible,” he whispered. She grinned.
“It was.” An unbidden thought popped into her head. She wanted to tell him she loved him but there was no way she was going to say it.
“Can we go on vacation together?” he asked.
“Someday, sure.” She said, caught completely off guard. She totally had not expected him to ask that.
“No, I mean, not someday. Now.” He rolled off of her and lay on one side, looking down at her.
“Not right this minute, but like this week.”
“How can we do that? We have to work!”
“But I think we can take off a couple of days anyway.”
“I don’t know…” she said, uncertain. The question had come out of nowhere for her. She didn’t know what to expect from that. What kind of vacation was Sevy talking about and could she take vacation at a job she had just barely started?
Should Aralyn say yes to going on vacation with Sevy?
Yes OR No
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