Spanking and a Playful Titty-Fuck

We spent the morning tidying up, usual Saturday morning business. I don’t know about you, but it always gives my head a sense of peace when the place is cleaned up and everything is back where it should be. Feels like a mind declutter has happened too.

I am doing my puzzle on the sofa now, a cup of my favourite tea on the table beside me. He’s clattering about in the kitchen, it’s open plan down here. He likes to take care of the kitchen; I think he sees it as his domain. It goes quiet, he lets out a breath of satisfaction and I relax. But he doesn’t join me on the sofa.

“Come over here.”

I look up from my puzzle and he crooks his finger at me. His face is full of mischief. I obey, already thrilling, wondering what he has in store for me.

He gestures at my blouse. He knows I am not wearing a bra – I just don’t bother at the weekend. But it’s pretty fucking obvious anyway; the material is thin and my headlights are on so to speak, nipples already making a statement. I begin to undo my buttons, taking my time deliberately. I look up through my eyelashes and smile at him.

“Impudent girl, I’ll wipe that smirk off your face,” he says, but his tone is approving, it thrills me more, he wants to punish me. My anticipation builds.

My blouse falls open. He moves behind me pulling it down my arms and letting it slip off. He reaches around me, gropes me, squeezing hard. He lifts my tits squeezing and pulling, then lets them fall. I fall too, against him from the violence of the assault and how downright good it feels. I lean against him, he spends time, pinching and twisting my nipples into a state of extreme, hardened sensitivity. I reach my hands around behind me, moving my hips forward to I can touch him, stroking his stiffness through his trousers. A rattle of chains, he turns me around and applies my nipple clamps, left, right. Ummh, Mmmh.

He comes around to the side of me. I let my eyes feast on his excitement, his trousers tented, his eyes are gleaming darkly down at me. I want nothing more right now than to see him, his cock. I suck on my bottom lip into my mouth and let it out with a breath.

Then I see the titty-tape in his hand and again I thrill, a jolt of pleasure running to my clit. Our eyes meet.

“Bend over.”

What can I do? I bend over, I don’t trouble to hide how eager I am. My tits sway from the movement, the weight of the chain pulling at my nipples, teasing pleasure-pain. He pulls it lightly, lets it rock to and fro. The tease, building.

“Good girl.”

He massages my arse through my skirt and rewards me with some quick, sharp slaps. My clit is pulsing.

“Push them together,” he pokes my tit. I do it, I push them together, so my clamped nipples almost meet. He runs a line of the titty-tape over them. It skims under my right nipple and over my left. He applies another piece to form an X. My nipples taped mere centimeters from each other. I’m getting really wet by this point and I can feel my eyes dilating. I go to stand up, I want to see the effect under gravity, but he pushes me down.

He throws my skirt over my back and pulls my knickers down. I feel his fingers skate in the moisture around my cunt. He makes a small noise of approval and I feel like a good little slut, which just excites me further. He slips a small dildo inside me, twisting and pumping it to lube it up. I know what’s coming, he likes doing this. He slides it out of me and slowly, teasingly, with an extra drop of lube, he pushes it into my ass.

I straighten up, feeling the plug inside me and he doesn’t stop me this time. We appraise his tape job, it looks very dirty, especially with the clamps on.

He takes the chain connecting my nipples in his hand and pulls it down: oh yes, I’m with this! I go down on my knees, grinning up at him. Ahh, I love to be controled this way. He finally frees his cock from his trousers. I look at it, glance up at him again, he gestures impatiently, and I hide my smile.

Keeping eye contact, I lick a circle around the very tip of him. He’s playing it out, his frustration, and he growls out a warning at me. Again, I lick at him, a long lick from his balls to his tip, still staring insolence up at him. One more lick and he takes charge.

He sits down on the bench by the table, pulls me off my knees and over his. He holds me still, my chain dangling down, he yanks my skirt up over my back and he showers a light, speedy spanking over my ass and thighs, finishing with a few directly to my pussy. I moan and he pushes me off his knee. I’m on my hands and knees in front of him now, tits taped together, the chain swinging, my poor nipples feeling the pull.

He pushes his cock forward at me. I look at him through my lashes again.

“Don’t make me actually punish you,” he says.

I consider for a split second; each option has its merits. Oh it’s so tempting, but I decide to be good this time. I take his cock into my mouth, let my saliva wet it thoroughly. I swirl my tongue around him, take him deeply in, licking up and down when he is deep inside my mouth. He slides out again and I let my mouth slip down his length and I lick. suck his balls, then back up to take him in again. I spend a few minutes worshiping his cock, giving him my very best, teasing attention.

He pushes me off, stands, and helps me up. He takes one of the clamps in his hand, looks me in the eye and I nod. He releases it quickly, then the other. Ahh, mmmh.

He points at the stool. It already has the larger dildo attached and I position myself and take it into my cunt. It’s really, really cold! It must have been in the freezer to still feel this cold! I feel every inch of it as it slides inside me. He watches, he’s smirking now, enjoying his trick. I settle onto the seat, acutely feeling both of my plugs.

He stands before me. He is rock solid, the tip glistening and again I thrill. I love to look at it, this instrument of pleasure. He liberally oils up his cock and balls.

We are at just the right height for a titty-fuck!

He starts by revealing his glans and rubbing it over my hard, sensitive nipples for a few minutes. The tease is driving me wild, both of us actually. He lets precum draw a small line from one nipple towards the other as he moves. It’s such a provocative, depraved sight. I am instructed to play with his oily balls, which I do with enthusiasm. I’m on fire now, the juices are pooling around the base of the dildo. He slides his cock into the tight space between my tits, under the taped X he created. He pours more oil over my tits and the tip of his shaft poking out between them, begins a hands-free titty-fuck.

He continually teases my nipples with his fingers, rubbing, squeezing and pinching and his thrusts are lusty, vigorous. I slide my hands over his balls, sometimes squeezing, now and then a gentle slap, teasing his prostate, I discover he has put his plug in already. We both watch as his oily shaft emerges through the top and disappears over and over again, the sight is ludicrously, sordidly hot. I find the button of his plug, our eyes meet and I switch it on, watching his eyes widen and darken further. I feel the power of my position, degraded though I am. I reach one hand down and start playing with my clit. His thrusting becomes harder, he rocks me on the dildo, attached as I am to him. I let myself feel the full horniness of the fuck and I’m loving it.

He’s close, thrusting violently. He pauses and then comes hard, I feel the jets of warmth on the underside of my chin, they drip down and he massages them roughly into my tits. That tips me over and I come too, I come just as hard as he did.