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I couldn’t ignore my cock any longer and resumed stroking its thick length as I continued with my lewd interrogation.
“Why don’t you show me how you played with your sweet little cunt and tell me exactly what you’ve imagined when you’ve fantasised about me fucking your ass.”
With a moan of relief, she eagerly moved a hand down to her pussy, pushing her fingers between her slick folds and grinding her clit against the heel of her hand. She was so wet that I could hear the sticky sound of her fingers pumping in and out of her soaking cunt.
It seemed a shame to break this party up, but Carrie needed to be reminded of her place here. I delivered a crisp slap to one of her shapely thighs. She reared up on the sheets, crying out in pain and shock and looked down at her already reddening leg, my handprint having left its mark.
I decided to refresh her memory as to the nature of our dynamic. Kneeling up on the mattress, I grabbed the back of her head, bunching her hair there tightly between my fingers. Moving my face so it was only an inch from hers, I barked, “Carrie, just because we’re having a lovely time so far together, don’t think that we’re here for you. I enjoy watching you cum, but you’re here because you’re in service to me. I could have a dozen girls in here to replace you by tomorrow and I can still have your gorgeous ass hauled into jail with a single fucking phone call. So when I tell you that I want to hear your feverish little fantasies, I don’t expect you to forget my instructions just because I’ve given you permission to touch yourself. Do you understand?”
Shaking slightly, obviously terrified at how quickly the mood had switched, she looked up at me with those big blue eyes of hers. Lip trembling she said “I’m sorry Sir. I’ll do better, I promise. Please let me make it right.”
I released her from my grasp with a satisfied nod. “Ok. Good girl. Lie back down and let’s try this again, shall we?”
She exhaled deeply, although it came out as almost a pant, and nodded gratefully. She shimmied back into position. Her hand hovered above her thigh. She looked up at me nervously, not sure whether to resume stroking her pussy.
“You’ll earn that privilege back if you do a good job of describing this ass-fucking fantasy of yours. The sooner you start, the sooner I might let you cum.”
Visibly disappointed, she let her hand fall back by her side and nestled her head back into the pillow. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth to start speaking.
“No, Carrie. Look at me.”
Her eyes blinked open again quickly. “What, Sir?”
“Look at me whilst you describe how you’ve imagined me impaling your ass with this fat cock.” I made a point of stroking my throbbing prick as I spoke.
Her face flushed bright red. She was ashamed at the thought of meeting my gaze as she admitted how willing she was to give up her rosy little butthole to me. “But, Sir…” she said desperately “It’s so embarrassing, Sir. Please don’t make me.”
“Carrie, did you or did you not just say that you wanted to make this right? I’ve known you a while now and I don’t think you suffer from short-term fucking memory loss. Or do you?”
“No, Sir.” She shook her head, resigned to this further humiliation.
“So, look at me and start talking. And please know that I’m going to enjoy every second of your discomfort. See? I’m harder already,” I motioned to my cock, still raging in my hand as I jerked it with slow, steady strokes. A bead of pre-cum was already glistening at the tip. I swiped my thumb over it, collecting it on the pad and smeared it over her parted lips before resuming beating my meat.
“Lick that up and then start talking, Carrie.”
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