I Pay the Price Ch. 04
Keywords: Ch., Price, the, Pay, 04, I,
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He set a hard and fast pace, which was fine with me. I didn't want any tenderness now.
And so, with the porno secretary getting spanked (but not fucked – strange that this BDSM montage had no fucking) on the small screen and the real-life secretary getting spanked and fucked like a bitch in heat, Mr. K. rode me hard and fast until he'd come for a second time that day, but this time in my cunt and not my mouth. It was wonderful and fucking hot at the same time. Of course, I came a few times, great big orgasms, ones that I hadn't experienced in a month. I was in heaven.
When it was over, I turned around and cleaned both my own juices and his juices off his cock like a good girl should. He'd flipped back to the game and it was the middle of the fourth quarter. I didn't know who was ahead and didn't care; I just kept fondling and suckling my favorite cock.
He was more interested in the game, though, and, after having me fetch him another beer, got annoyed with my oral ministrations. He put me in a quick hogtie and left me on the floor at his feet. I tried to say something to him, but he didn't want to hear it and placed my panties back into my mouth, before zipping his fly back up and switching his full attention to the football game. I was annoyed at the needless humiliation of being tied up and ignored like this, but too tired, too exhausted (and too happy) to really care that much.
He left me like that for a long time – I might have dozed off at his feet for a while. The next thing I knew, he was loosing me from his hogtie and directing me back to the bedroom. He used my body the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. I ended up with his cock back in both my mouth and my pussy and had more orgasms, but always accompanied by, or resulting from, more sexual pain. Of course, he didn't let my breasts go unpunished and concentrated on them that evening, pinching, clamping, slapping, biting and otherwise abusing my breasts and nipples.
Suffice it to say that I left Mr. K.'s house that evening (around nine o'clock or so), fucked well, sore all over, feeling totally objectified and completely happy.
I'd entered his house at 1:00 pm hoping to recapture some of the feelings I'd experienced a month ago and, after a football game, a porno-fest, a lot of cock-sucking, several spankings, some nipple torture, an ass-fuck and what felt like 10 or 15 orgasms, I knew I'd be back for more.
"Be sure to get yourself a football schedule for the rest of the season. The games come on at different times and I don't want to have to remind you each week what time to be here," Mr. K. said off-handedly as I was leaving.
"Yes, Mr. K. I'll be sure to do that," I replied shyly, feeling a last glow of internal satisfaction and pleasure, before leaving.
Our 'relationship' was set – I had orders to come back – I just had to figure out how to influence the course of that relationship to my satisfaction.
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Keywords: Ch., Price, the, Pay, 04, I,