There's a Good Girl

I saw Punk. We wined. We dined. We drank expensive wine. He paid the $450 tab. It was unnecessary extravagance. Wankery, really. He wanted to impress me. As though the $500 dinner would let him own me a little more in his mind. 


I dressed in a black lace dress, it's sheer lace over a black lace slip. The sheer black lace means you can see my shoulders and back and about half my thighs. The black slip covers the rest. A satin tie around my underbust accentuated my DD breasts. A white pearl on a long silver chain hung elegantly between my breasts to catch his eye. My black leather shoes were polished and shiny, and beneath my green panties and bra (matching forest green lace) were beautiful. Chosen to look beautiful against my white skin.


He escorted me out of the front door after some polite dinner conversation. There were some men watching me walk. Punk noticed. He put his hand on my ass deliberately in front of them. He pinched hard enough to assert that I was his. He let go, putting his hand on the back of my neck, asserting his dominance, I assume.


He walked me to the car, pulling a ticket out of the windscreen wipers. We'd been longer than anticipated.


We got in the car and drove. The rain came down hard. We drove most of the drive back to his place, between changing gears, he'd slide his hand up my thigh, pressing his fingertips hard against my pussy lips, occasionally wiggling it in against my clit.


We pulled into a drive through bottle shop, sitting in the car, he pushed the skirt of my dress up high while waiting for service. Suddenly he brought his hand down SMACK on my thigh. 


The red mark was instantaneous. The glowing heat was obvious. My right thigh was stinging. He pushed my skirt up a little higher, resting his fingers against my pussy. The man came to the car window and greeted Punk. He explained what he wanted, the man brought him the portable EFTPOS machine, glancing at my leg while he waited for the machine to process. Locking eyes with me, he wished us a good night.


Punk and I walked inside, I greeted his roommate warmly. I like Punks roommate. You can trust him. I always feel a little more at ease knowing he's around, as though if I screamed for help he'd come and rescue me. I lack faith that Punk will always control his limits perfectly, and that he could cross them at some stage. It's the biggest reason that I never would let him keep me.


He pushed me to drink, he gave me a drink. It was stronger than I realised. I was a little drunker than I'd have preferred. Not trashed, but my sense of pain was distorted, my sense of self, distorted. We got down the hallway to his bedroom. He untied my dresses ribbon, slowly running the zip down. He was standing behind me, kissing my neck, slowly running his hands down my back. He took my dress off over my head.  He spun me around, leaning me back and kissing me gently.  


He let me step back, then he spun me, pushed me onto the bed. He lubed his cock up, grabbed my hips dragging them into the air, pushing my panties to the side, shoving it into my ass. He fucked me for a little while, hand around the back of my neck, pushing me down into the bed sometimes when I moaned.


He pulled out, bit me on the back of the neck and asked me to follow him. I obliged. We showered together, he ran the soap over my body. The warmth of the shower was delightful. We stepped out, he sat me on the counter. My pussy is usually kept trimmed short. He pulled a new razor blade out of a packet, and began to carefully shave my pussy. He took his time. Occasionally touching my clit. He carefully parted my lips, shaving my labia slowly, allowing his fingers to touch my opening softly. The razor slid smoothly over my skin, he rinsed it in hot water, shaving some more. When he was satisfied he poured some water over me, then licked my clit softly. 


He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. My ass exposed. He tapped it a couple of times and carried me to the bedroom. Dropping me on my back on the bed. He pushed my legs up, spreading them wide and starts to suck and lick my clit hard. He shoves two fingers in my pussy, one in my ass and pushed me to climax again and again and again. I pulled his hair, pulling his face into my pussy.


My legs shook, my pussy dripped. My hands ran through my hair. My orgasms were strong enough to make my body tremble.


He got up and flipped me onto my stomach, straddling my left leg. Holding the back of my neck in his hand, he guided his cock into my ass. Pinning my face into his bed. He pushed his fingers into my pussy, pulling them out, pinching my clit hard. Hard enough to hurt. With his fingers hooked inside my pussy, he started slamming my ass hard from behind. My cunt started to drip. My thighs were wet from where my pussy leaked. He pushed my face down hard into the bed again as I started to scream. 


He pulled his cock out of my ass and pushed it into my dripping wet cunt. He pulled my head to the side so he could watch me coming. He pulled his cock out slowly, then slammed it in hard. He shoved a thumb in my ass. Pulled his cock out of my pussy, shoved it back in hard. He pulled my hair up so I was up on my hands. He let go and pinched my nipples hard. Twisting them a little as I screamed he started fucking me harder. He grabbed my hair and started to pound away hard.


After a while I could hear him getting closer to cumming. pushed my shoulders down into the bed suddenly. He pulled out of my pussy, spread my ass cheeks, pushing the head of his cock against my asshole and blew his load all over it. He flipped a light on, admiring this cum dripping from my ass down over my pussy. 


Once he was satisfied, he rolled over. I stood up, let his come run down the inside of my legs and went to the shower and washed his come off me. He came in and shoved me against the wall, shoving his cock into my ass again. Pushing me up against the shower wall.


My breasts and face against the glass, ass pushed against him, like the girl in the picture. He spread my legs, telling me how much he liked my wet shaved cunt, fucking my ass. 


He slowed as I got closer to coming, waited till my orgasm backed off, then fucked me again. Over and over. Denying me release. 


"If you want to come, fuck my cock like a little whore" he instructed. "Come on, grind your ass on my cock" he teased.


I pushed my ass back against him and started to fuck him. He stroked my clit. 


"Come on Miss, fuck it hard" 


He kept his arm across my shoulders, keeping my chest against the wall so I could only work his cock by thrust my hips. I came hard. Shaking and moaning. He pulled his cock out. 


"There's a good girl" he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck.