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A Blowjob Story (Mdom/f, bdsm)
by Laura Ann Davidson (anonymous@inter.net)


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Copyright (c) 2001 by Laura Ann Davidson. All Rights Reserved. 
Free Redistribution Permitted.
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I am bent over the end of the kitchen counter, my bare breasts 
pressed to the cold countertop and my feet in their 3"-heel 
ankle boots firmly on the floor. You strike my upturned ass 
again with Your belt, the blow landing solidly in the exact 
center of the area framed so invitingly by my black garter belt 
and stockings. I cannot contain my soft exclamation of pain. I 
could at the first blow, and even the second, but that seems 
like years ago.  I'm both grateful that You didn't have me 
count the blows and anxious because, not knowing how many have 
passed, I cannot even guess at how many might remain.

"Thank You Master," I recite in as calm a voice as I can 
muster. I almost can't bring myself to say what I must say 
next. "Please Master, another?"

My body tenses for the blow that does not come. Is it over? Or 
did I pause too long before begging You for the next blow, 
earning myself another punishment? I hear... something, but I 
can't tell what could be making the sound. I dare not turn to 
look.

"That's enough, I think."

My body relaxes as the tension drains away. "As You wish, 
Master." I remain as I am, waiting for Your next command. My 
ass, even my cunt lips where they lewdly peek from between my 
legs, are on fire. I can't bear to imagine what they must look 
like, nor to consider how long the pain will last. Such is the 
price of disobedience.

"Come here, slut. Crawl."

I raise my head and turn to the sound of Your voice. I see that 
You are standing in front of the couch, as though about to sit, 
and I silently pray that You won't invite me to sit next to You 
there. I slide down to the floor and crawl on hands and knees, 
head lowered, ass out, until I arrive at Your feet. Once there 

I lower my head to the floor and again wait.

"Seeing Your ass and cunt all red like that has really turned 
me on. But since fucking You just now would probably be as much 
punishment as pleasure for You, I'll allow to to get me off 
with Your mouth, instead."

"Thank You Master," I reply eagerly. "It'll be my pleasure."

I rise up on my knees and deftly open Your pants, dropping them 
to Your ankles. I slide my hands under Your short, over Your 
tush, before sending them along the way of Your pants. I'm 
focused only (well, primarily) on one thing right now.

I gently wrap my right hand around Your erect cock, sort of 
measuring it against the size of my hand. It looks so wonderful 
with my hand around it. I wish I had a picture of that, so I 
could stare at it all day. It's probably just as well I don't.

I place my left hand on Your thigh for balance as I lean 
forward and take just the head of Your cock in my mouth, almost 
like a kiss. A french kiss, where Your cock is the tongue that 
delicately invades my mouth to duel with my own tongue. I sigh 
as I taste Your precum on the tip. The pain in my ass and cunt 
only makes me more determined to give You the utmost pleasure. 

I have been punished, but I must still make amends.

I look up at Your face one last time before sliding my hand 
down to Your balls, then taking Your cock fully into my mouth. 
At first it's easy, but then I must concentrate on relaxing my 
throat. Finally my nose is nestled in Your pubic hair. I would 
love to smell You so close, if I could breathe. My tongue 
paints the underside of Your cock as I hear Your soft moan of 
pleasure.

I pull back from Your cock, taking a deep breath thru my nose 
as I do so, painting Your cock with my tongue from base to tip. 
I feel Your fingertips gently press up on the underside of my 
jaw, and I release Your cock from my mouth in response. I see 
that You're smiling, and I can't help but smile too. Your 
happiness is my happiness Master.

My smile broadens as You sit on the couch. I scoot forward and 
continue my work. I like this: I'm able to touch more of Your 
body with more of my body.  I drape myself between Your knees, 
my forearms on Your torso, my breasts pressed against Your 
thighs. I'm careful to keep up on my knees though, my thighs 
perpendicular to the floor, my ass presented. I know You can 
see a good deal of it as You watch me, and I know it'll please 
You to see how red it still is. My head is down between my 
upper arms, my mouth covering Your cock as my hair spills 
around Your pelvis.

Mmmmm, I love the taste and feel of Your cock in my mouth. I 
could stay like this all day, nursing Your cock like an all-day 
sucker. The pain in my ass and cunt reminds me that this is 
about Your pleasure, not mine, and I begin moving my head up 
and down, sliding Your cock in and out of my mouth.

I use my lips, tongue and, very gently and seldom, teeth on 
Your cock...  sliding it's length past my lips, licking it up 
and down like an ice cream cone, running my moist lips up the 
underside, over the head, all over. I feel Your hands stroking 
my hair, encouraging me. I deep throat You again. I can't get 
Your full length past my lips due to Your sitting position, but 
it's still necessary for me to relax my throat, and I can tell 
that You like it. I continue this way for a timeless eternity. 

There is nothing in my universe except my body pressed to 
Yours, Your wonderful cock in my mouth, the fire on my ass and 
cunt. My cunt throbs, not from the belt now but from my 
arousal. As I shift position slightly (I know You love watching 
my ass wiggle as I do) I can feel my wetness that has seeped 
from my cunt to dampen my inner thighs.

I become aware that Your hands on my head have gone from gentle 
stroking to a firmer, but not yet forceful, grip. Suddenly Your 
fingers grip my hair roughly and Your pelvis thrusts forward. 

I'm startled at first and I attempt to draw back, but Your 
hands gripping my hair prevent that. But it's enough for me to 
take a deep breath before I relax and accept Your cock once 
more into my throat. Then Your hands are pulling my hair, 
roughly, closer, then away, as Your pelvis thrusts in the 
opposite rhythm and Your cock swells even larger in my mouth. 
Then You're cumming, I know You're cumming because Your cock is 
pulsating in my mouth, but the tip of Your cock is so far back 
that I cannot taste what You've so generously given me.

The need to take a breath is strong, but Your pleasure is more 
important right now. I concentrate on swallowing Your cum, on 
not choking, on relaxing my neck, stretching my jaw and 
compressing my lips in order to give You as much pleasure as 
possible as You fuck my face and cum and cum. Finally Your 
thrusts slow and I can take breath between them. Your fingers 
relax their grip on my hair and I take the opportunity to draw 
back some, removing Your cock from my mouth in the same way I'd 
remove a spoon that had entered my mouth covered in chocolate 
cake mix. My efforts are rewarded and I taste Your cum that did 
not travel directly to my stomach. I moan softly as I lay my 
head on Your thigh, Your softening cock all but touching my 
nose and lips. Your hand one again strokes my hair in a way 
that tells me that You have forgiven me my earlier disobedience 
and that all is right between us. I close my eyes and sigh, 
awaiting Your next instruction, content to wait here like 
forever, if necessary, but ready to leap to obey Your every 
wish.

by laura ann davidson
ICQ# 34149346
