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The Slap The Belt And The Hook

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I knew what I was doing when I got on the plane
Fantasy scenarios dance and swirl in my mind
Looking forward to games and the dizzying pain

My head spins with need and desire
Pussy lips swell as I take my seat
Surely a puddle is forming signaling fire

The two-hour flight is so agonizingly slow
Squriming the whole way my nipples painfully erect
I surreptitiously let my fingers trace circles below

I arrive at the door to the hotel room with my key
On shaky stocking clad legs and wobbly knees
There you are as promised waiting for me

You ask, did you bring it, my lovely whore,
Licking my lips stained your favorite ruby red
I nod and point to my bag on the floor

Looking at you I can't help myself and grin
Slapping your face as hard as can be leaving a mark
I know what this will cost me, so many delicious sins

I will never forget that look of fire in your eyes
Traveling to submit to you, yes, but part of me had to test
To see your reaction no matter how unwise

Instructions angrily issued from you, lose the dress
Leave the heels and stockings I want you on the bed
It's time you met with my leather, become my sloppy mess

Yes, Sir, I reply and crawl to my bag on the way
Then onto the bed and I present to you
the metal anal hook I ordered just for today

You hiss at me, on your knees, ass up head down
I take my place and in the right position for you
A whistle in the air is my only warning sound

The first blow from your belt lands like a whip
A small smile tries to cross my lips as I let out a scream
Pain and pleasure mix, my cunt begins to drip

A few more strikes and my pussy is a flood
Now reach behind and spread those ass cheeks
I comply and present to you my tight little bud

I glance around and see you moisten the hook
Inhaling I take a deep breath as you take aim at my ass
and slowly push in that cold hard metal as I look

With a firm push, it's in, you give it a pull
Growling again using the handle you turn me
My head at your crotch, my ass happily full

You wanted to come worship my cock, you need
show me, whore, what you've got, I glance up
Knowing enough to ask and say please let me feed

You nod, I unzip and let your cock free
The reason I'm here to worship and please
I'd quiet that itch I'd been harboring for years

I take ahold of the object of my desire
Feeling your cock grow hard in my hands
is a reward I am proud that ignites my fire

I slowly wrap my lips around you, wanting to tease
No, my whore, get ready to swallow down
with one swift pull on the hook, I move on my knees

Your rock hard member jams into my throat deep
Letting out a yelp I can't do, I just gag as you push
and pull my head off as around my lips your cock leaks

My pussy lips swell more as my ass is stretched wide
Chocking on your rod pushes me deep into subspace
Where there is nowhere for sensations to hide

A wellspring, years of tension is about to release
My clit hard, mind focused I cum like never before
An explosion of feelings bringing me a strange sense of peace

I smile up at you with happiness in my eyes
Good girl, you praise, now finish what you started
You shove the hook deeper, my need still on the rise

Feeling that cold hard metal and my ass is burning
Gagging, deepthroating you until tears run from my eyes
I feel your balls tighten, I'll get my reward I've been yearning

Soon my mouth and throat will be filled with your seed
I'm not wrong, you grab the hook and pull me
almost off of my knees and let yourself flow free and I feed

Hot jets of creamy cum pour into my throat
I don't miss a drop sucking and swallowing
Needing to taste and savor your gift as it coats

At last, you're empty and I've earned every bit
Tracing my tongue over every inch of your cock
your balls, and even your ass, a tingling in my clit

Finally, you pull the hook unceremonially out of me
and push me back onto the bed and wipe my lips
Fingertips turn red with the last of bits of stain, I feel free

As I lay on the bed you smile and ask
Have I scratched that itch, quieted it for now
I smile back, thinking how to answer as I bask

Knowing again what will happen
I reply to you, is that it, is that all you can do
In answer, you growl and pick up your belt
Tell that itch this is just the beginning
Get ready for round two

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