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"You feel that cock against you? You want to suck it now, don't you?"

"Oh yes, please."

"Well, just because you want it doesn't mean I'm going to let you. I know once you get on that cock, there's no getting you off it."

Later, he proved his point when he tried to get me to stop. I was sucking, we were on our sides, his leg over my neck.

"Stop now," he said.

I didn't.

He slapped my breast, exposed under his thigh. Eight, nine, ten times - "You gonna stop now?" - before I squealed and pulled away.

He put me on the ramp on my hands and knees, stood at the edge of the bed behind me, and pressed the head of his cock inside me. "You don't deserve this. You wouldn't stop, you whined. You don't deserve this at all, do you?"

"No sir," I whimpered, trying to press back onto him. He teased me for an eternity, taunting.

Finally, "It's a good thing for you that this happens to by my pussy, and I want to fuck it," he whispered as he slid completely into me, filling me, stretching me pleasantly.

He took his time. My arms ached and trembled, but I stayed up - yay for strength training!

The next morning, he was amused that out of everything he did to me - and there had been a lot, spanking, flogging with four different floggers, I think perhaps a belt - that the only thing I still felt was the soreness in my poor arms.