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her throat responded instinctually to the
invasion, gagging on his rock-hard dick wedged deep. He eased back, letting her
drag in a few deep breaths. He pushed back each time, getting a little deeper
and waiting a little longer before retreating.
    She took him down her throat willingly even though she
gagged on each deep forward thrust. Soon he was balls-deep inside her mouth and
she began gagging on his throbbing cock. The sensation of the rhythmic
convulsion of her throat as it tried to expel him was intensely erotic. He
couldn’t hold back any longer. His balls exploded, sending jets of his cum deep
into her throat. She stilled and then swallowed.
    “Fuck yeah!” he growled. He pulled out quick, a loud wet
smack sounding as he popped free of her mouth. She coughed hard, trying to
catch her breath.
    “Look at me.” Her eyes watering, streaks of black mascara
running down her flushed cheeks. Beautiful. Deep-blue eyes looking up at
him held no sign of fear, but instead a hint of pride. She wanted to please
him. “Good girl.”
    Releasing his grasp on her hair, he had to give her credit.
She was more than meeting his expectations, but then he hadn’t really given her
much of a challenge. Yet. “Stand up.”
    She reached out her hands to help herself up.
    “No. Hands behind your back.”
    Locking her hands behind her, she awkwardly stood up in her
high heels.
    He slapped her across her ass. She let out a high-pitched
yelp as she shifted her weight, trying not to stumble. Phillip suppressed a
laugh, barely. Taking her by the arm, he led her to a high-backed armless
chair. He sat down.
    “Across my lap. Hands on the floor.” He patted his thighs.
    Her eyes wide and unsure.
    “Time to pay the piper. You were late. Were you not?”
    “Yes Sir.” She froze.
    “You really think keeping me waiting is wise at this point?”
Arching a brow at her, he watched her ease forward as she lay across him. Her
skin was warm and soft and he ran his palm slowly over one round exposed cheek
and then the other, drawing out her anxious anticipation.
    Lightning fast, he raised his hand and smacked her cheek.
She gasped with the contact, breath quickening.
    “Count.”
    “Huh?” The second hit landed on the opposite cheek. “Fuck!”
she yelled.
    “Excuse me?” he reprimanded.
    “Sir?”
    “Count for me,” he instructed.
    “Two?” Her voice was aquiver.
    Smack. “Two…what?”
    “Two, Sir?” she shouted.
    “Good girl, except we already passed two now, didn’t we?” he
taunted, raising his hand again. Smack!
    “Three. I mean four, Sir!” The tone of her voice breaking
with frustration.
    The frequency grew as he continued. By the tenth hit her ass
was laced with pink handprints. Circling his palm over the raised marks, he
admired them as they reddened. As her bottom squirmed beneath his touch, he
rubbed his rising cock between his abdomen and her bare body.
    Smack!
    “Eleven, Sir,” she whimpered. Her muscles tensed.
    He returned to rubbing her reddening ass.
    She sighed. Her body eased slightly. She sniffled.
    He brushed the hair off her face and watched a teardrop fall
to the floor. He slid his hand between her thighs, grazing her wet outer folds.
She moaned. Pleased at how wet she was, he sank two fingers inside her pussy. Swirling
his fingers in her juices, he explored her.
    She tilted her ass up to him, wanting more. He withdrew his
fingers, sliding up her crack to her puckered asshole.
    She froze at the contact, holding her breath. When he pushed
inward she clenched her cheeks shut, halting him.
    “Relax, let me in,” he said in a firm tone.
    “But?”
    “Excuse me?” His voice rose.
    “Ugh…”
    Phillip gripped a handful of hair and gave it a yank.
    She yelped.
    “I’m sorry, what did you say?” he mocked.
    “Yes Sir,” she let out with a sob, relaxing her ass muscles.
    He pressed inward again, this time sinking into the tight
hole. “No one has ever fucked you here?”
    “God no!”
    Phillip let