Written by Southlander

BDSM
28/02/2017


I arrive home at midday and find you in my kitchen. Making my lunch.

A little surprised, and a little unhappy I ask "what are you doing here?, how did you get in".

You say " I thought I would surprise you sir, by making you lunch, and the door was open sir"

Angry at myself for not making the rules clear enough, (you only get invited into my home, you don't help yourself), and for forgetting to lock the door when I left for work this morning, I snap at you "forget making lunch! Youre my lunch now"

I grab you by the shoulders and spin you round so you're facing the table and force you down on it.

The table faces the patio door which is wide open and faces the street.

I pull your dress up over your arse and rip your black lace panties off.

"Get Ready" I tell you "and don't forget to count!"

I bring my hand down on your arse, Hard.

"1" you scream.

I raise my arm and bring my hand down on your big sexy arse again, and again, and again....

"2, 3, 4, ....... 9, 10" you scream.

I stop and admire your red, swollen cheeks.

You are panting and fidgeting.

"Don't Move!" I say, and reach under to feel your pussy.

"Your Wet" I say, "are you enjoying this?"

"No sir"

"Well it feels like you might be"

I bring my wet fingers to your face, to smell, to taste.

"It seems my slut wants more"

You let out an involuntary moan as I shove my wet finger in your arse.

A car goes by outside.

You look up, and directly into the eyes of the front seat passenger. Your face turns red, redder than your hair.

Redder than your thoroughly spanked arse.

I push another finger in your arse as I unzip my pants.

Loosening it.

Getting it ready.

I come round the front of the table, sheilding you from view, and lift your head by your hair.

"Open" I say

But you need no encouragement and gag slightly as I force my cock down your throat.

"Suck" I demand.

You suck and gag, dribbling saliva down down your chin, until I withdraw my well lubricated cock and go round the table again.

I drag you backwards on the table until your legs are dangling and your arse is at the edge, and I force my stiff cock into your brown hole, fucking it, pounding it, for all I am worth, until I empty my balls in your bowels, while you are screaming and writhing in the sweet ecstasy of pain.

You look up again and lock eyes with the mail lady standing on the footpath, smiling at you, with unbridled lust in her eyes.

I withdraw my cock from your arse and you protest "but Sir, I didn't cum"

"Good" I growl "you're in my house, Uninvited. There are No rewards for that, Next time Ask"

"Yes Sir" you say, with a devilish look in your eye, knowing full well you'll be back tomorrow to finish making my lunch.


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