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The Interview

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You’ve turned up at my reception for your interview and demanded to see me immediately.

Professionally, I come down to see you and you’re wearing a tight dress, stockings and heels. I escort you in to a vacant meeting room and you immediately lock the door and pull the blinds.

You have a truly naughty look in your eyes… Without hesitation, you jump on me with your legs wrapped around me and passionately kiss me.

My hands are everywhere! In the throes of passion, your dress has hitched above your waist. You aren’t wearing any knickers. Completely aroused by this, I take down your stockings and looking around the room for inspiration, I find a reclining chair I can tie you to with your stockings. Your hands are behind your back – behind the chair.

You are almost horizontal as I place your legs over each arm of the chair. You are completely at my mercy. I lift up your dress further, so that I can scoop your stunning breasts over the top of your bra. I want to bite your nipples. I drop my suit trousers slowly in front of you, and remove my boxers seductively.

You can see I’m completely aroused. I walk around to the back of the chair and gently brush my erect cock against your cheek. You want it so much, your tongue desperately tries to touch it as it passes by. I stand over the top of you – my legs either side of you and slowly push my cock towards your soft lips.

Ever so slowly, you get to feel it against your tongue – you contort Escort Bayan yourself in a desperate manner to take more of it in your mouth. I reach behind me and between your soft thighs, gently brushing your pussy lips with the tip of my finger. I can feel your body starting to react to the tingling sensation that’s completely taken over you.

You’re obviously wet but I want to taste you for myself. After gently kissing your soft inner thighs, I start to run my tongue up your trembling pussy towards your clit. With every stroke of my tongue, I linger at your clit and try to tease it between my teeth.

My hands grab hold of your pert bum as I force my tongue inside you. My cock is quivering with anticipation. I need to be inside you.

Now.

I grab hold of your thighs and position myself so that my cock slowly and gently parts your pussy lips. With very slight thrusts, I slip inside you about and inch and watch as your shoulders shudder back with sexual relief. I keep myself just inside you as I feel you trying to push your hips forward to get more of my cock inside you.

I resist your pelvic thrusts and pull myself slightly back. I need you to beg me to fuck you.

“Beg, bitch. You deserve to be fucking punished. Hard.”

I pick you up and throw you on the meeting room table. Your hands still tied, I turn you over so you’re bent over and kick your legs apart. With one hand grasping hold of your hair and the other gripping Bayan escort your hip I force myself deep inside you with one forceful push.

Right inside you; my balls rest hard against your pert arse. I pull myself slowly out of your pussy; your juices adorn the length of my shaft. I push even harder in again this time; I feel your body rock as the force of my weight behind you pushes my cock even deeper inside.

You start to moan – there are people outside. I grab my boxers and force them in to your mouth.

**That’ll shut the bitch up** I think to myself.

She’s going to get it now. Without any regard for what you would like, I start to fuck your pussy hard. Your tits are heaving back and forth with great force. You’re struggling to breath with your mouth full, but I can see in your eyes – you’re fucking loving this.

My cock is covered in your juices. I take out my boxers from your mouth – turn you around and say “Taste yourself, you whore.”

Without hesitation, you’re devouring every inch of my cock with savage delight. My balls are soaked too – so you cup each one between your lips and suck them dry.Without hesitation, I lie you flat on the table. I’ve taken your dress completely off; all you have on is your bra with your tits pushed out over the top.

I kneel on to the table with my legs astride you and look lingering at your trembling naked form in front of me. Still on my knees, I push each of your legs Escort further apart so that your pussy is there waiting for me to penetrate it. I gently lower my body weight on top of you – your gorgeous tits pushed hard up against my chest. I need to fuck you again.

I free your hands from the stockings and push your arms up above your head. My hands push down on yours so that you can’t move. Your stockings forced in to that filthy mouth of yours.

With my cock still covered in your juices and my pre-cum, I push myself straight inside your pussy with one huge thrust. I can sense you scream, but it’s muffled by your stockings. Using my knees as leverage, I push back my hips as far as they go and then thrust my cock forward – our pelvic bones grind with every movement.

Slowly, I build up momentum until I can’t go any faster. My balls are slamming hard against your pussy as I fuck you deeper and deeper…I can feel myself needing to cum, but I resist.

*This bitch needs to be punished with every thrust*

Harder, faster. Your pussy is so wet I’m sliding in and out of you with ease. I can see your juices dropping out of your pussy and running down your naked inner thigh.

*I’m going to cum inside this filthy bitch…*

With one last huge thrust, I push myself as deep as I’ve been inside you. You start to feel my body tense followed by a warm sensation inside your pussy. I want every last drop inside you – so I wait as I feel your body rocked by wave after wave of orgasm.

Without even acknowledging you, I pull myself out. I put back on my suit and adjust my tie. I look back and can see you naked, trembling and with cum dripping out of your pussy.

“By the way, you got the job”

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Little T and her Daddy J Ch. 02

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Sara was nervous. Nervous but excited! She had never had the chance to be little with anyone else before, except her Daddy. Having a real life play date with another little girl was an exciting new adventure! She knew that T’s Daddy would be there too, but they had discussed that this would be just an innocent play date, no sexual stuff. This time at least. Sara’s Daddy was working today, so he couldn’t come, but they chatted about it too, and decided that if everything went well, that it could be really fun to have another dd/lg couple to play with and new, understanding friends were always welcome.

Sara parked her car in the driveway and sat for a second. She took a deep breath and then had a quick glance around before she opened the door and walked up the steps. Sara’s Daddy had her dress up in her littlest outfit before she left, and even though she agreed that it would help her and T stay in “little space,” she didn’t want to dawdle around for any “Muggles” to get an eyeful of her in her babydoll dress, saddle shoes, knee high socks, and ponytail.

Sara knocked on the door and waited… No answer. She glanced around, coast was still clear. She pulled her phone from her Hello Kitty bag and looked at the address again. Yup, she definitely had the right place. Sara knocked again and then when there was no answer she tried calling T’s cell. Dammit, voicemail. She hung up and thought for a second, “why aren’t they answering?” She reached out tentatively and tried the door Starzbet handle, it was open. Sara poked her head in the door and said “Hello?” There was no answer, however she saw T’s shoes in the entrance and coloring books and crayons spread out on the coffee table. “WHEW!” It’s the right place, Sara thought and rather than wait around on the steps she came in.

She leaned down to unbuckle her shoes when suddenly a sound from upstairs made her stand up straight and her hands covered her mouth to stifle a gasp and she froze like a statue.

It was muffled, and just barely loud enough to make its way down the stairs to her, but having personally experienced and made those sounds herself, the source was undeniable. Sara felt a blush wash over her and she couldn’t help but smile curiously and listen closer. She pulled her shoes off and thought to herself, yup that is DEFINITELY the sounds of a spanking! Sara knew that this was most likely unplanned, as both T and her Daddy knew she was coming, and she also knew that spankings between a little and her Daddy were usually private situations, but Sara was feeling a little curious. She knew she should stay put and wait for the two of them to come downstairs, but the slapping sounds and muffled cries and apologies were just too much to resist.

Sara crept to the foot of the stairs and listened with fascination. As she got on all fours and quietly crept up the stairs she could just make out what was being Starzbet Giriş said.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

“OW OW DADDY! OW! PLEASE DADDY! OW! I’M SOOOOORY!”

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

“You will NOT keep secrets from Daddy young lady! And you will follow your bedtime rules as well! Am I understood?”

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

“OW OW YES DADDY! YES! I’M SORRY DADDY! OW!”

SLAP SLAP SLAP

This very situation had featured in Sara’s fantasies more than once but usually it was someone witnessing HER being punished. Sara’s body betrayed her and she felt the familiar tingling and wetness start spreading from between her legs. She listened carefully and there was some quiet speaking she couldn’t make out and a pause in the spanking. Sara hesitated and was just about to scamper back down the stairs when it started up again. There was no more scolding, and the swatting definitely sounded more intense.

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP

And although there were no more words, Sara winced when she heard her friend go from pleading and apologizing to sobbing and wailing, and thought “wow, that’s an ouchie one, T must be in big trouble.”

It sounded like things were coming to an end as Sara could tell the echoing slaps of hand on sore bottom got really hard and sharp and T was crying freely. So she crept back down the stairs and sat on the couch with her hands pressed between her thighs. As Sara bit her lip and Starzbet Güncel Giriş listened to the sounds of a well punished bottom coming from upstairs, she unconsciously flexed and relaxed her thighs and waves of tingles washed over her flushed skin. Her panties felt absolutely soaked and she knew that the slightest touch to her kitty would probably be enough to push her over the edge. Sara was JUST about to slip her fingers up her dress and into her panties when the spanking upstairs stopped abruptly. She could still hear muffled sobs and quiet words, and then a quiet “Yes Sir.” Sara quickly pulled her hands out, looked around and picked up a crayon and started coloring when she heard footsteps on the stairs.

J started when he saw a little figure quietly coloring in the living room. “Umm, hello there!” he said as he suddenly remembered the play date.

Sara turned and said gravely “Hello Mr. J.” and blushing she continued “I didn’t mean to interrupt, but no one answered when I knocked and the way I’m dressed…” Sara trailed off.

J replied “Ohhhhhh, of course! Sara, right? I’m sorry you had to hear that, T and I have some unfinished business to take care of. She’s just calming down and thinking right now before we finish up. Would you like a snack or some juice or something?”

“I’d love some juice, please!” Sara said.

J grabbed one of the sippy cups from the counter and filled it with apple juice and brought it over to Sara.

“Thank you!” She said, and J smiled.

“You are very welcome. Such a polite little girl!”

Sara blushed and beamed. “I’ll just color and wait for you and T, Ok Mr. J?”

J nodded. “That should be fine little one. We won’t be long.”

And with that, he headed back up the stairs.

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