“Very hard, Sir. But I did it. For you. I want to come so badly for you right now.”
“I know you do, but coming is for good girls.”
“I’ve been good!”
“You disobeyed me.”
“I didn’t!”
He stops fondling me. No…
“Good girls don’t lie,” he says.
“I’m not lying.”
He sinks two fingers into my slit.Oh, Jesus, that feels good.I could probably come in less than two minutes.
“You sure about that?” he asks.
Crap. How does he know I’m lying? Is he just testing me? If, somehow, he knows I’m lying, will he be even more upset if I don’t fess up? Or will it not matter what I say from here on out because I already messed up? What should I do?
“Why do you think I’m lying, Sir?” I inquire.
“I don’t think, princess. I know.”
How? Is he a walking lie detector?
“But because you did do something good,” he continues, “I’ll let you pick how you want to be punished.”
Withdrawing his fingers, he gently caresses my clit, keeping my arousal high enough that I dismiss the need to pee for now.
“Spanking,” I suggest.
“We’ve done a lot of that, but go on.”
“Flogging.”
“We can do that. What else?”
“I could give your friends another round of blowjobs and suck you off good, Sir.”
“How about getting your holes filled with their cocks?”
“Sure!”
I actually don’t consider that a punishment. I’ve fantasized about gangbangs plenty of times.
He pinches my clit and tugs. I grunt. Please fuck me now. My body has never been this wound up before.
“Let’s start with the sucking off bit,” Jack says.
I hear a zipper. Next his hand is behind my head, pushing me forward until I feel the bars of the cage against my face.
“Can we take the hood off first, Sir?”
“No. Now open your mouth.”
Feeling his cock at my lips, I take him in, swallowing as much as I can, though my being perpendicular to him makes the angle of penetration difficult. Through the hole in the hood, I try my best to blow him. It takes work, with the tip of his cock occasionally poking into my cheek. Meanwhile, he feels me up, grabbing my breasts and tugging on the nipples. I whimper against his cock.