Choosing Her Lover

And with that, he seizes me, flipping me onto my back and forcing my thighs apart. With a hand to either side, he stretches my pussy wide open and plants his mouth over me, plunging in deep, fucking me with his tongue, before tracing the lines of my folds and clit with the tip.

With a howl, I explode into orgasm. Every nerve ending afire, my body shaking and my brain reeling, climax claims me. White-hot and all-consuming, it burns through me as I scream and writhe against my own flesh and the grip of….

…. of my Master….

Racked, I lie panting and exhausted as he stands over me, smiling and wiping his mouth. Looking up, still quivering in the aftermath, I watch as he strips off his tie, then sits beside me again. Taking my wrists, he loops the tie around; it’s only loose, I could slip out if I wanted, but I don’t; then, pushing my arms over my head, he binds my hands to the bars of the bed-head.

Saying nothing, he unbuttons his shirt and unbelts his pants, releasing his erection. It stands, quivering to a pulse beat, upright against his stomach.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Kirstie,” he says. “I’m pleased with you; that you have learned how to address me. And now, you may have more of your reward. First, you may have my cock inside your pussy, and then you may have it in your mouth while I come.”

My pussy, despite the tectonic climax it just experienced, still pulses with sexual heat. And as he positions himself between my thighs, slowly pressing into me, it clutches and quivers around him.

He thrusts hard, ramming into me, just once, and a primordial howl bursts from me.

“That’s right, Kirstie. Scream for me. Let me hear you as I fuck you.” And he pistons home again, but this time, he keeps thrusting, driving into me.

I don’t quite believe it, but once more orgasm starts to pool in my core, building up a momentum fuelled by Ryan’s relentless hammering

Utterly lost, it takes me again, and raw erotic pleasure sends me screaming over the edge once more. His mouth plants over mine as I climax, my body bucking and jerking under the weight of his.

his shaft, slick with my juices, between my lips. I can’t move easily, bound as I am, but I

gasp and a judder, he drops to all fours over me, his penis

he doesn’t speak, simply remaining,

and stoops to kiss me, softly on the forehead, and then on the mouth. “Thank you, Kirstie.” Pulling himself from atop me, he perches by me on the side of the

“Are you alright?”

good. That was

passes me my glass.

enjoying each other. After a while,

“Mmmm?”

When you said, ‘this is

I know we met on a ‘casual only’ basis. That’s what you wanted and so did I. But it’s different now. I find I have acquired the taste for a relationship with the woman I’m fucking.” Then he chuckles. “And as for your comments about men not liking intelligent women, speaking

share you. I know you have a past. So do I for that matter. And if you want to go to your clubs with me, that’s fine. But I

And he falls silent.

Waiting for my response?

I say, “because I don’t want to share

back, sipping his wine,

expected you to simply give me ‘yellow’ and ‘red’ or something similar. It sounds as though

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