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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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As well as enjoying photography, I enjoy writing short stories involving my fetish interests; having had some good responses from those I have shared then with I have been encouraged to share ... feedback always welcome.
-- The Call Out --
You've called in an engineer to fix your pc as you can't get it running; you hear a knock and answer the door to find me standing there. "Morning ma'am; you called in a problem?"
You usher me into the front room explaining that you just couldn't get it working that morning and go to make a cup of tea while I take a look. You come back in to find me just sat there.
"Fixed already?"
"Yup; you hadn't plugged it in ... but you'll still have to pay the call out fee"
"How much is that?"
"£75"
"How much?! But you haven't done anything"
"Well its £25 for the call out plus a £50 stupidity penalty"
You stare open mouthed "You can't talk to me like that"
"Well, yes I can; and if I was your husband I'd give you a bloody spanking for wasting money like that"
You blush furiously but can't help blurting out "Well he certainly won't be happy ..."
"Hmmm, well we could forget the bill if ..."
"If?"
"You give me the satisfaction of giving you that spanking"
You start to retort angrily but the protest dies in your throat, it would certainly save some explaining and probably a row ... "Ok then, here? Now?"
"Yes, bend over the table"
You bend over, blushing furious but relax as the first smack lands on your bottom and you think its not too bad, you can barely feel it ...
After half a dozen firm smacks I stop and you start to stand up but I push you back over and you feel my hands on your bottom and your dress being pushed up round your waist ... you start to protest but I say "You really didn't think it would be that easy do you ... now shut up"
The next smack really stings and you let out a little gasp; it is quickly followed by several others in quick succession; you grit your teeth as the warmth spreads across your cheeks. I stop again but keep my hand firmly pressed on your back and use my foot to nudge your feet apart a few inches; you flinch as I pull your panties down around your thighs knowing that any protest would be foolish and you just need to take it ...
The next smack has you crying out and as smack after hard smack rains down on your cheeks you cry out "Stop, please!"; to your surprise I stop letting my hand rest on your burning cheek; then slowly I caress the warm skin and my voice is softer as I say "I think you've learnt your lessen don't you?"
You can only nod, your knees shaking. Then my slowly moving hand slips between your legs and you are mortified as my warm fingers find a very wet pussy ... "Well ..." I say as first one finger, then another slips easily in .... "... what sort of woman gets so turned on by a stranger smacking her arse?"
My hands caress your pussy, playing with your lips and dipping my fingers in and out of you; you let out a sigh and spread your legs wider - all pretense of protest abandoned.
Time seems to blur ... and you can't help but be disappointed when I remove my hand; that disappointment is quickly replaced with anticipation as you sense me kneel behind you and then feel my hot breath on your cheeks ... you arch your back and let out a moan as my tongue caresses your lips, teases your clit and plunges in and out of your sopping pussy. The sensation is wonderful and you feel your orgasm build inside you and push back tightly on my face as it ripples through you before slumping forward over the table panting.
"Get-up"
You stand, not daring to turn round, legs trembling from what you have just done ...
"Turn round"
"Kneel down"
You kneel, knowing what is coming next; you can see my cock, hard inside my trousers ...
"Touch it"
You run your hands over the outline, trying to look reluctant rather than eager
"Unzip me"
Hands trembling you obey ....
You pull my trousers down and free my cock from my boxers ...
"Did I tell you to do that"
"No" you blush furiously, not thinking you could get any redder ... "but ..."
"But nothing ... god, your annoying; do you think you're about to give me a blow job?"
You nod, unsure of what is happening ...
I put my hand round the back of your neck and grab your hair; I lean forward and whisper in your ear "No, I just need somewhere to cum so I am going to fuck your mouth"
I stand and push you slowly down on my cock; you take it inch by inch until you think you are going to gag but I relent and let you establish a rhythm; you relax and try and take more and more in each time ... before long you feel me twitch and I hold you hard on my cock as your mouth is flooded with cum. You try and swallow but can't help cum running down you cheek and onto your dress; you sit back breathing heavily ...
I zip back up, collect my stuff and leave with a cheery "Until next time ..."
You sit there both humiliated and exhilarated and can't help but think it won't be long before your next call out ... |
