By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 43 - A Wicked Awakening

I was already awake when my alarm went off Thursday morning at 5:10am. The lingering pleasant memory of Mr. West's cock fucking my pussy had been vivid in my dreams and so by morning, the desire to have his cock in me again was strong.

He appeared to be sleeping soundly when I crawled up onto his bed, although his cock wasn't entirely flaccid and it only took a few minutes of feather-light kisses and strokes to rise it to a semi-rigid state. I held its shaft upright and softly took the tip into my mouth and sucked it affectionately. As I sucked, I crawled into a 69 position over him and I continued until his cock felt solidly erect in my mouth and hands.

I gripped my hand around the base of Mr. West's cock and held it firmly aimed straight up while I crawled my knees alongside his slumbering body. My pussy was by now leaking in anticipation of receiving his cock and when it penetrated me, I was able to slide down easily to be fully seated, delightfully impaled on his cock.

It took a conscious effort not to bounce or move in any way that might suddenly awaken Mr. West. I leaned forward slightly and lightly rested my hands just above his knees. The position made it feel like his cock was pressed right up deep inside me with the pressure of its tip hard against my g-spot. It caused a series of involuntary contractions of my pussy around his cock and juices to literally flow and lubricate his cock with a velvety slipperiness. I squirmed gently, savoring the feeling.

The first sign of Mr. West waking was an almost imperceptible wriggling beneath me. I was encouraged by it to slowly fuck myself on his cock, rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. The early morning silence in his room began to fill with the sounds of my wetness around his cock and be punctuated with soft moans that escaped from my open mouth every time his cock bumped deep up inside me.

I whimpered at the approaching orgasm I could feel rapidly approaching. Mr. West's hips now bucked to the rhythm of my bouncing and I could tell from the sound of his breathing, he was close to cumming too. A little voice in my head warned me I should change position and blow his cock, as was my daily morning duty, but he felt so good inside me I couldn't bring myself to get off his cock. A moment later I felt the familiar and delicious sensations of a hot flood of wetness in my pussy. I gripped Mr. West's knees tightly with my hands and wriggled my ass so his cock was as deep as I could get it in my pussy. The moans of pleasure I had tried to keep silent now resounded loudly in the room as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure swept through me.

"That's enough!" Mr. West suddenly said.

My pussy continued to twitch and spasm after Mr. West pushed me off his cock. I immediately rushed to grab his cock and get it into my mouth, sucking in a vain attempt to make him cum again. He pushed my head away and told me to stand up.

"I hope your cunt isn't spilling cum all over my clean carpet," he said.

I pressed my hands between my legs to catch the large globs of his spent cock. The sensations of the slippery mess collecting in my hands made me shiver. It didn't go unnoticed by Mr. West either, and he told me to lick my hands clean while I waited for him to get out of bed. His cum tasted slightly cold and extra salty after having been exposed to the air, but I gingerly slurped and swallowed everything until my hands were as clean as I could make them.

Mr. West ordered me out of his bedroom and into the large, open room adjoining the kitchen and breakfast room. He then told me to stand facing the fireplace and lean with my hands on the mantelpiece. Once in position, he moved to stand behind me.

"What was that?" he asked.

Mr. West sounded mad but I was unsure of exactly what I had done wrong. "What was ... what?"

"Did I give you permission to fuck me today?"

Before I had a chance to answer, he whipped my ass really hard with a small, nasty flogger.

"Owwwww! No!"

"Well then, what made you think you could fuck me without my permission?"

"I don't know - Owwwwwwwwww!"

The second strike landed right on the first and the tips of the narrow, leather fronds stung like a swarm of wasps.

Mr. West then proceeded to spell out my morning duties and emphasized each word with a vicious lash of the flogger.

"Repeat after me; I. Must. Wake. Up. Mr. West. With. A. Blow. Job."

My fingers gripped the mantelpiece tighter and tighter with each savage touch of the flogger and by the last stroke, I could barely stand at all. Tears streamed from my eyes and I sobbed apologies.

"Turn around," Mr. West said.

I turned slowly to face him; my hands behind my back trying to soothe the burning welts I could feel left in the wake of the cruel whipping.

"Spread your legs," he said.

"Please, Mr. West, I won't do it again," I whimpered.

"Now!" he barked and whipped my breasts with a force that made me scream.

I couldn't stop crying and I begged him not to whip my pussy, but he showed no mercy at all. My feet inched apart on the floor.

"Wider," he said.

I reluctantly obeyed and reached back to hold the mantelpiece for support. Fearing the blow I knew was about to come, I closed my teary eyes and held my breath.

"Are you going to fuck me without permission again?" he asked.

I'd barely got the word 'no' out of my mouth when he swung the flogger hard up between my legs and struck my unprotected pussy with a lash so fierce, I crumpled to the floor in a screaming heap. I curled up into a fetal position and pressed my hands between my thighs and cried and cried well after Mr. West had left the room. Eventually, the tears ceased to flow and my crying ebbed to a self-pitying sob.