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 �>�She's Late! by Master Jonathan Copyright�(C) 2022 by Master Jonathan

   Chapter 1

   Jenny was running late.  Seems like she was always running late,
sometimes it was her fault for not planning ahead, sometimes it was
unforeseen circumstances.  But it didn -(TM)t matter to him.  To him, it
was always her fault  -" either directly or indirectly.  She should have
left earlier or she should have anticipated there would be a problem and
made allowances for it.  Today the traffic was heavier than usual ...  and
then there was the road construction and the detour that took her blocks
out of her way and through busy intersections to boot.

   Dammit, she thought as she sat waiting for the light to change, I -(TM)m
going to be in so much trouble when I get there!

   As she sat there at the intersection, she shifted in her seat.  The
leather seats in her car, a Mercedes C Class coupe, were making her ass
sweat and itch a bit.  He had given her explicit instructions she was not
to wear panties to meet him and now, with the warmth of the Southern
California sun and the excitement of what promises to be, sitting there at
that intersection was becoming more and more distracting!

   Bored and with her imagination on overdrive, she slid the hem of her
already too short little black dress higher up her nylon-encased thighs. 
She had picked out this dress knowing that it was tight to show off her
curvaceous figure, short enough to be exciting and yet acceptable in
public, and naughty with a plunging neckline that showed off plenty of
cleavage from her large enhanced tits.

   Jennifer McMillan was a former fashion model and had also done some work
for popular men -(TM)s magazines, so she knew a thing or two about
appearances and how to  -�dress to impress -�.  She had made a very good
living at her chosen profession, and now was living quite comfortably on
her retirement savings, public appearances, and her investments.  She was
smart to hire herself a very competent investment counselor who made some
shrewd investments for her and they had paid off handsomely.  Ms.  McMillan
did not lack for money!

   What she did lack for was companionship  -" specifically male
companionship.  Curiously, because she was so famous and so beautiful, men
often shied away from her, afraid to approach her thinking that either she
wouldn -(TM)t want anything to do with them, or that she already had so
many men they were dripping off her like the rain.  The reality of it was
neither case was true.  She was a beautiful, desirable, sexy woman, but
also terribly lonely and sexually frustrated.

   Which is how she came to meet the man she was on her way to see now.  A
couple of years ago, she was on a photoshoot for yet another big-name
magazine, when she was told she needed to attend a very upscale party
thrown by the publishing company and the magazine to promote it.  They were
trying to bring in new markets and new investors, and they wanted her to
make an appearance since she was the cover model that month.

   While she was at the party schmoozing the men and women with the purse
strings, she saw a well-dressed man sitting at a small corner table by
himself.  She noticed he wasn -(TM)t paying a lot of attention to what was
going on around him.  He seemed somehow to be disconnected and not bothered
by the persistent drone of multiple conversations going on around him. 
Almost as if he was above all that noise.  It puzzled her since everyone
was there for the express purpose of getting their pockets picked by the
magazine and publisher.

   Jenny sauntered over and tried to make polite conversation with this
nonconformist.   -�Hello, mind if I sit with you?  I really hate these
things  -" they call them parties, but all they are honestly are
fundraisers for the magazine.  And I seem to be the  -~bait -(TM) tonight!
-� she said with a big smile.

    -�So it would seem.  But if you are the  -~bait -(TM) then I have to
tell you that these people know how to fish! -� he said, complimenting her.
Jenny blushed and thanked him for his kind words.  From that point on, they
talked and she spent the rest of the party not too far away from him.  She
had to go say hi to some of the other guests, but always kept her eye on
him and returned as soon as she could.

   As the night wore on, Jenny unknowingly fell for this lone man -(TM)s
charms and appeal.  She found him very easy to talk to, a wonderful
listener, and not the least bit judgemental.  He let her talk about
herself, her career, her goals, and other things which she loved, both as a
model and a woman.  He would interject every so often to show he was
listening, but that -(TM)s mostly what he did  -" listen.

   By the end of the party, Jenny was very interested in the man she had
met.  However, when the time came to go home, he gave her a polite goodbye,
telling her he enjoyed their talk and he left without any further
commitment.  She didn -(TM)t even get his name!  Jenny went home and tried
to forget about the party and the man, but his unusual comportment and
behavior kept with her.  He didn -(TM)t act like anyone else at the party
or anyone else she had ever met for that matter.

   A couple of days went by and Jenny was sitting at home when the phone
rang.  It was him!  She felt herself go weak in the knees at the sound of
his voice and she went from a cool adult professional model to giddy
schoolgirl being asked to the prom!  He told her that he had enjoyed their
conversation as well and asked if she would like to go out on a real date
sometime.  She accepted without even having to think about it!

   Since then they had seen each other many times.  Sometimes he came to
Los Angeles on business, sometimes for pleasure.  And each time he did, he
made a point to see her at least once or twice before heading off to his
next destination.  He was quite secretive at the start about what he
actually did for a living, but as they got to know each other and build up
some trust, he let her in more and more.

   One day, he confided in her and said that he was a semi-retired computer
security expert specializing in anti-hacking and identity theft issues.  He
had worked with the L.A.P.D.  and the F.B.I.  in past cases, and now works
with other well-known companies to keep their customers and company
computers safe.  He told her he makes a very comfortable six figures a year
doing this, plus he gets to travel all over the country and the world when
a company has a problem they need his help on.

   Jenny had been duly impressed.   -�I can barely work the computer well
enough to email and check my Facebook and Twitter accounts! -� she -(TM)d
said with a giggle.

   He had been a perfect gentleman when they first started seeing each
other, not even trying to get her to sleep with him until the third date. 
-�I want to know you from the inside  -" I already know what -(TM)s on the
outside.  I want to set up house in your mind and then I will explore your
body ...  one has to have a base from which you can travel! -� he had said.

   Jenny smiled  -" he had certainly set up a  -�base -� in her mind; he
was all she had been thinking about since he called her a week ago and said
he was coming to L.A.!  She thought about the times they -(TM)d had
together.  And the sex!  Oh my God, the sex!  His gentlemanly manners and
patience in waiting to have sex nearly drove her out of her mind!

   She was ready to go to bed with him on their first real date, but he
made her wait ...  he made her wait while his words and actions made her
melt!  When he finally did take her after he had teased and toyed with her
that whole evening, it was the most incredible, unbelievable,
earth-shattering thing she had ever experienced!  He took her to places
even her most erotic nighttime fantasies didn -(TM)t know about!

   As she thought about their past sexual escapades, her hand
subconsciously dropped to stroke up the inside of one thigh until it
reached her crotch.  He had, in past conversations, told her he liked a
shaved pussy and after demonstrating his penchant for cunnilingus and the
talent with which he used to do it, she was more than happy to shave and
keep it that way for him if it would encourage him to dine on her more!

   She had made sure she was smooth as a baby -(TM)s bottom for him this
evening and as her hand reached her smooth slit, she also felt the wetness
that confirmed she was more than a little excited to see him again!

   At last, the light changed and Jenny was able to continue on her way.  A
couple of minutes more and she was able to get back on the road she needed
to reach his hotel.  She looked at the clock on her car dashboard.  Shit!
She was now twenty minutes late and she still had about five minutes, if
she was lucky, before reaching the hotel room.  He was gonna be pissed! 
One thing she had learned from him is that punctuality was high on his list
of desirable traits.  And she had blown that one!

   She glanced at her purse thinking she should call him and tell him she
was running late.  But by now, the fact that she wasn -(TM)t there with him
would tell him that.  Besides, it would be better to apologize to him face
to face so she could explain what had happened.  Not that it would do any
good, but at least he could see how sorry she was.

   He wasn -(TM)t one to accept excuses, even if they were valid.  As much
as she wanted to hear his voice and see just how much trouble she would be
in, she decided that she just needed to concentrate on getting there as
fast as she could.

   After an excruciatingly long seven minutes, she was pulling up to the
hotel parking lot.  She found a spot close to the front door and quickly
parked.  She ran as fast as her high heels would allow into the lobby and
straight to the elevator.

   He had told her what floor and what room he was in when he called her
the other day.  He had meetings and business to take care of before he
could meet with her he had said, but the delay had only exacerbated her
desire to see him.

   Once on the elevator, she had a chance to catch her breath and gather
herself a bit.  She could feel the shivers of excitement running up and
down her and her heart racing.  She had to will herself to calm down just
as she did before a magazine shoot or runway appearance.

   The Renaissance, being a very nice five-star hotel, had full-length
mirrors installed on the walls of the elevators for the guests to check
their appearance before getting to the lobby and public view and that
-(TM)s what she did.  She checked her hair, her makeup, and adjusted her
dress a bit.  She was already in trouble for being late  -" no sense in
compounding it by showing up looking shabby!

   She got to the hotel room he told her he would be in and she stopped at
the door.  Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door softly.

   Suddenly the door opened.   -�You -(TM)re late.  I said be here at 6:00
and here it is 6:35.  I was about to call the police thinking something
might have happened to you! -�

   He pulled her into the room by her arm, letting the door close by itself
and lock automatically.  He led her over to the table where he had laid out
all the toys and devices that he had brought with him.   -�Do you see all
this?  I brought all these things with me to use on you and you couldn
-(TM)t even see fit to get here on time to play. -�

    -�I -(TM)m sorry!  I left in plenty of time to get here, but the
traffic was very bad and there was... -� she started.  She looked at the
assortment of dildos and vibrators and other  -�toys -� and her pussy got
even wetter.  She felt a thrill and she knew that she was going to enjoy
this visit!

    -�Quiet!  You know how I feel about being on time.  You live in this
town, don -(TM)t you?  You should know when traffic is bad and plan for it!
-� he said.

    -�Yes, Sir. -� She knew it was hopeless when she started explaining,
but she -(TM)d hoped to at least get the explanation out.  He didn -(TM)t
want to hear her excuses, though.  She was late and that was that.  It didn
-(TM)t matter why.

    -�So what are we going to do about your disrespectfulness? -�

    -�Sir? -� He had never divulged his real name, preferring that she just
call him Sir.  It added an air of mystery that she found quite exciting,
and it made her wet knowing she served a nameless man!

    -�Well, you were late.  That makes me think my time isn -(TM)t worth a
whole lot to you.  That -(TM)s pretty disrespectful, don -(TM)t you think?
What are we going to do to teach you to be more considerate next time? -�

    -�Please, Sir, I didn -(TM)t mean to be late!  Can -(TM)t we just
forget it this time and start playing.  I have been looking forward to
seeing you since you called.  I -(TM)m so wet and ready for you!  Please?
-�

    -�I have been looking forward to seeing you as well.  However, I cannot
just ignore your tardiness.  If I let you off this time, you might think
you can sweet-talk your way on other matters, and pretty soon my authority
would be undermined and useless.

    -�No, you need to learn that when I say something, I mean it.  When I
say be here at a certain time, even a minute past that is late.  And just
like when you were in school, tardiness has consequences.  When you are
late for a modeling job, do they just ignore it?  When a fashion show
starts at 5:00 pm and you show up at 5:30, do they just say  -~Oh well let
-(TM)s get started now -(TM)? -�

    -�No, Sir. -�

    -�No, they do not.  They either fire you and get someone else, or they
punish you in other ways.  Now, I -(TM)m not planning on  -~firing you
-(TM) and getting another girl, but I think some kind of punishment is
warranted don -(TM)t you? -�

    -�Yes, Sir. -� She could see he wasn -(TM)t going to let this go and
she wasn -(TM)t sure she liked the way this conversation was headed.  
-�What ...  um ...  what are you going to do? -�

    -�This is the first time I have been forced to punish you so it can
-(TM)t be anything too terribly severe.  But it has to be something that
will make an impression on you.  Now you are thirty-five years old, is that
correct? -�

    -�Yes, Sir.  My birthday was two months ago. -�

    -�I remember.  Well, at thirty-five-years-old you are an adult, and
because of your career as a top fashion model you are used to being
somewhat catered to, am I right? -�

    -�I guess so ...  what are you getting at, Sir? -�

    -�What I am getting at is what would be the most humiliating, shameful
thing that could happen to a spoiled rotten adult brat who thinks only of
herself and disregards the feelings of others? -�

    -�Sir? -�

    -�A spanking my dear.  I -(TM)m going to give you a good old-fashioned,
over the knee, bare-ass spanking! -�

    -�A SPANKING!  B-but Sir, I haven -(TM)t had a spanking since I was
just a little girl!! -�

    -�I think we have hit on part of your problem!  You have forgotten what
having a red bottom does for a girl -(TM)s temperament! -�

    -�But Sir, what about ...  I have a photoshoot next week! -�

    -�Do not worry about that.  I do not plan on leaving any marks that
would detract from your photos.  You will have a red ass when you leave
here tonight and you might find it a bit uncomfortable to sit for a day or
two, but it won -(TM)t leave any lasting marks on your body.  I am not
trying to train your body.  I am trying to train your mind. -�

    -�But Sir, isn -(TM)t there ...  some other way?  Please, I promise I
won -(TM)t be late again!  This is so... -�

    -�Jennifer, you were thirty-five minutes late tonight.  We have been
talking now for ten minutes.  It will take probably another ten minutes to
give you this spanking plus some time afterward before you are ready to do
what we came here for in the first place.  Do you really want to waste more
of our precious time together discussing this?  Or would you rather get the
inevitable over with so we can move on? -�

   He seldom called her by her full first name so when he did this time she
took note.   -�I -(TM)m sorry, Sir.  Let -(TM)s get it over with.  Please
spank me so I will learn not to waste your time, Sir. -�

    -�That -(TM)s better.  Now take off that dress.  Leave your stockings
and heels on, though.  I like that look on you. -�

   Jenny blushed at his compliment then stripped out of her dress quickly.
She stood in front of him, naked now except for the heels and stockings he
requested.  She trembled as he looked her over  -" he had that effect on
her.  But this time she wasn -(TM)t sure if it was her natural admiration
and reverence for him that caused it, or this new aspect of getting a
spanking that made her tremble.

   �He ran his hands over her body, examining her and caressing her.  Jenny
felt her knees get wobbly and her breath reduced to a soft pant as his
touch set her flesh on fire.  God, this man could make her crazy!  She may
have walked into this hotel room a wealthy, thirty-five-year-old
professional model, but one touch from him has reduced her to a shy, quiet,
submissive young girl needing confirmation she is loved and wanted!

    -�Come. -�

   He took her wrist and gently guided her over his knees, laying her on
the bed so that her ass lay directly over his knees and raised slightly for
his hand.

    -�Now, as I said, since this is your first punishment spanking, I will
go fairly easy on you.  I want you to remember what we did here, but I will
not be too hard on you.  I still want to try to salvage some of this
evening and have some fun.  You did come here for some fun did you not? -�

   As he spoke soft and gently, his hand caressed her upturned ass, running
up and down the backs of her legs and dipping between them and moving
agonizingly close to her dripping pussy.  She parted her thighs just a bit
in hopes that he would touch her where she needed him to most, but he
avoided that area, although the promise of his touch was never very far
away.

    -�Yesss... -�

   Jenny raised her ass as he caressed her.  She so wanted to have fun  -"
she had been dreaming about nothing else for the past week and she was
nearly on fire with desire for him.  His gentle caresses on her bare ass
were not helping matters any, either.  Even the idea of getting a spanking
from him was exciting, and she wished he would get on with it.  The
anticipation was sheer torture for her!

   He knew what his words were doing to her.  It was obvious to him by the
way she was leaking between her legs.  It was obvious in the musky scent of
a woman in heat she was giving off.  And it was obvious in the motions and
sounds she was making that his words and his touch were pushing all the
right buttons for her.  He decided to raise her distress a notch or two.

    -�You always did have the nicest ass I -(TM)ve ever seen, you know that
Jenny?  So firm, so tight, so soft  -" it amazing actually.  I -(TM)ve seen
other women your age and they are all beginning to sag and droop.  But not
you, you have the ass of a twenty-year-old!  An ass just ripe for fucking!
-�

    -�Ohh, God! -�

   He caressed her ass for another couple of moments before drawing his
hand back.  He waited as she tensed, expecting his swat and preparing for
it.  He waited until she began to relax, thinking he had changed his mind.
He hadn -(TM)t.

   SMACK!  His large hand came down on her ass cheek in a stinging swat,
sounding more like a gunshot than a spanking in the large hotel room.

    -�Yeeowch! -�

   Jenny squirmed on his lap trying to cool the burn as an angry red
handprint appeared almost instantly on the pale flesh.

   SMACK!  Another hard swat on the other cheek gave her matching
handprints on either ass cheek.  He gave her four more swats, two on either
side, until her ass was nice and pink over most of its surface.  He paused
with each of these to let the effect sink in for her.  When he stopped,
Jenny lay there on his lap, her ass burning, but not daring to reach back
to rub it.

    -�Now that we have your ass a very pretty shade of pink, we can get
down to business! -�

   She couldn -(TM)t believe it  -" there was more to come!  She groaned
her disappointment but didn -(TM)t argue or struggle.  She knew it would
only make him angrier, and she -(TM)d get worse than a spanking.

   A moment or two later he raised his hand and the main assault began; a
rapid-fire barrage of swats one immediately after the other, alternating
sides and placement to cover her entire ass with sharp stinging blows.  He
didn -(TM)t give her any chance to catch a breath or even process one blow
before the next one landed.

   Her squeals turned to screams as she rocked and twisted and squirmed on
his lap trying to avoid or lessen the effect but nothing helped.  Then
slowly there was something new ...  she began raising her ass up to the
punishing hand!  Her cries morphed into moans and groans of desire.  And
then the most incredible thing happened.  She felt as if she needed to cum!

    -�Oh God Sir, please!  Please, I need to cum!  Please make me cum, Sir!
Please, please make me cum! -�

    -�You want to cum?  Oh, you really are a slut, aren -(TM)t you! 
Imagine cumming from a spanking!  Is that it?  Are you a slut Jenny?  Are
you my little fuckslut? -�

    -�Yes!  Oh yes, please!  Please make your fuckslut cum!  Oh God,
please! Please, I -(TM)ll do anything ...  anything you ask, just, please!
I need to cum so bad! -�

    -�Oh my dear Jenny, you will do anything I ask whether I allow you to
cum or not!  But I do like to hear you beg, and so I will grant your
request ...  in time!

    -�However, if you had been here when you were supposed to, you would
have cum two or three times by now.  Instead, you are wanting me to make
you cum now and put off my own release even longer.  I wasn -(TM)t the one
who was late-do you think it -(TM)s fair that I should wait? -�

    -�No, Sir. -�

    -�Neither do I. -� Instantly his hand shot out grabbing a handful of
her long ink-black hair and pulled her down to her knees in front of him. 
-�Now undress me! -�

   Startled by his sudden actions, she got right to work, unbuckling his
belt and undoing the clasp of his pants.  She pulled them down and gasped
when she saw the bulge in his boxers that greeted her.

   She had always been very impressed with the size of his cock  -" and the
way it filled her lonely pussy and stretched her almost to the point of
pain.  She had loved the feeling of him inside her from the very first time
they -(TM)d had sex, and each time they got together was like that first
time he opened her up.  Jenny could feel her pussy salivating as it got
ready to take the monster cock into its welcoming depths.

   Hearing her gasp, he smiled.  He was pretty proud of what he had to
offer too, and her acknowledgment boosted his ego and confidence.  He took
a firmer grip on her hair and raised her face up to look at him.

    -�Now when you take off my shorts, remember what I told you about
worshipping and honoring my cock. -�

    -�Yes, Sir. -�

   He had taught her in some of their previous times together how he liked
her to show her appreciation to the cock that pleased and pleasured her so
much.  She enjoyed it as well and knowing it pleased him turned her on.  It
made her feel more submissive and a little slutty too.

   Jenny really looked forward to shedding her high-class socialite model
image and getting down and dirty with him.  He made her feel cheap, slutty,
and whorish and she loved being  -�street -� for him!

   With a nod from him to continue, she pulled his boxers down using her
shoulder for him to lean on as he stepped out of the garment.  Jenny tossed
it onto the pile with the rest of his clothes and turned to the object of
her fantasies and lustful imaginings.

   Before she was allowed to take the cock into her mouth she was taught
she needed to pay some attention to it.  She was taught to nuzzle it with
her face, to rub her face against the cock and balls to wallow in his
scent.

   She was taught to kiss the tip lightly and kiss his balls as well as the
source of the cum she so loved.  She took the base of his cock in one hand
and slapped her cheeks and lips with it and let the cock rest on her
forehead for a moment.

   Only after she had given proper reverence to his cock and his gave her
permission was she allowed to begin taking it into her mouth...



   Chapter 2

   Jenny went through the whole ceremony, making sure she did all the steps
correctly and in full; she didn -(TM)t want to have to waste any more time
repeating anything to his satisfaction.

   She was eager to get that beautiful, thick, hard cock into one of her
holes  -" and it didn -(TM)t matter to her which one it was!

    -�Open that slut mouth of yours.  You are going to get my cock ready
for you! -�

   Jenny moaned and opened her mouth obediently.  She felt his fat, hard
cock begin to slide into her mouth and she used her tongue to caress the
underside.  He pushed into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat.

   She gagged for a moment, but she didn -(TM)t back away.  She just
repositioned her head and took a deep breath, not sure exactly when she
would get another.  She braced herself as he began to use his hands in her
hair to fuck her face.

   She sucked as hard as she could, allowing him to control her movements,
setting the pace and rhythm.  It was hard, mainly because she wanted so
badly for his cock to stay in her mouth.  Jenny loved sucking cock, she
always had even as far back as high school.

   But since she had become a cover girl and top model, cocks had become
few and far between.

   Especially one as delicious and amazing as his.  She could lay for hours
between his legs with his wonderful cock in her mouth, sucking and licking
and kissing the entire length.  Jenny continued to moan around his cock as
he began to fuck her face deeper and faster.

   Abruptly, he pulled his cock from her mouth, and she let out a small,
pitiful whimper of dismay.

   Before she could protest, however, he used the grip he had on her hair
to pull her head further forward, pushing it between his legs to lick his
balls.

   She didn -(TM)t need to be told what to do.  She began licking his balls
and his perineum, using long strokes with the broad of her tongue to make
sure she covered the area well.

    -�That -(TM)s right ...  mmmm, you are such a dirty little whore.  I
mean, what kind of woman  -" especially a professional businesswoman like
yourself  -" meets a man at a hotel room and is licking his balls within
five minutes?  Without even knowing his name!  Only a whore sucks and fucks
without knowing the guy -(TM)s name!  Are you a whore Jenny? -�

   Jenny could only moan her answer.  Yes, she was a whore!  His whore! 
And she loved being his whore!  Jenny -(TM)s pussy was soaked and her clit
throbbed.

   She needed his fat, hard cock plunging in and out of her, hard and deep
just the way she loved it.  She needed to feel his weight on her, his mouth
on hers.  She needed to be fucked and used like the whore she wanted to be
for him.  God, she needed him right then!

   But she knew better than to ask for any of it.  She understood that to
him asking would be taken as an insult  -" as if he didn -(TM)t know her
well enough to anticipate her needs.  But he did.

   He knew her better than she knew herself.  He had gotten inside her head
and he knew exactly what made her tick.  What turned her off and why.  He
knew when to make a move and what that move should be.  He was an artist
and her, his masterpiece.

   Jenny continued at her task, licking and sucking each of his heavy balls
in turn, and licking his perineum from time to time.  She breathed in his
manly smell and relished the salty taste of his skin.

   But he had an agenda and had set his plans for this encounter.  Without
any word of warning to her, he pushed her back and walked over to the
table, leaving her still kneeling on the floor where she was.  She waited
there, watching as he picked up a few things from the table and came back
to the bed.

    -�Stand up, slut.  Hurry up, we don -(TM)t have all day! -�

   She stood quickly eager to please him and make up for being late.  He
moved around behind her and put a blindfold on her, covering her eyes and
preventing her from seeing anything else he might do to her.

   She was excited yet apprehensive about having her eyes covered.  She
trusted him implicitly but still not being able to see what -(TM)s coming
next concerned her.  She was always in control  -" that -(TM)s how she
became who she was.

   But now he was in charge, he decided what when, and how.  It was a
unique feeling, surrendering control like that but it was also an
incredible turn-on serving him.  Before she met him, she had no idea she
had a submissive streak in her  -" she had always been the leader, not a
follower.

   Now she stood, naked and blindfolded, in a hotel with a man whose name
she did not know, merely because he told her to.  She smiled, thinking
about the turn in her perspective.

   Suddenly, Jenny felt a slap to her left tit.  She yelped, both in
surprise and pain, but she didn -(TM)t move away.  Again and again, the
stinging hand hit her naked tits, and she could feel her tits starting to
warm up.

   He went back and forth first the left tit got a couple of smacks, then
the right got the same attention.  Back and forth until both of her creamy
tits were pink and the nipples hard and erect.

   He always loved her 34DD tits; he loved to play with them, lick and suck
them and use them.  Her nipples were especially sensitive and he knew that
she had a direct line between her nipples and her pussy  -" playing with
her nipples was a sure way to get her pussy wet and wanting!

   Taking advantage of her sensitive nipples, he grabbed the taut buds,
pinching one in each hand.  Jenny groaned and writhed as he pulled and
twisted them viciously.

   To add another level to her agony, he latching on even tighter, pulling
them hard upwards, lifting the whole breast and forcing her to raise up on
tiptoes.

   Jenny inadvertently cried out as he pulled her tits higher and she
danced for a moment on her tiptoes trying to relieve the strain.

   Then he let go and she almost fell but caught herself.  As quickly as
she had, he reached out and grabbed each nub, pulling her back up on her
toes.

   As he pinched and pulled on her tits more, her cry became a howl of
excruciating pain.  She tried to stretch herself higher to ease the pain
but he was a good bit taller than her and she could not ease her suffering.

   Mercifully, he let her back down, only to resume the slaps on her tits.
She could feel her tits heating up, the flush seeming to start deep inside
her body and radiating outward.

   That same heat that burned in her tits also traveled south and burned in
her pussy, making her pussy drool and causing her swollen clit to throb.

   She could feel the muscles in her pussy walls clench and unclench as if
preparing to capture and milk his cock as soon as it entered her most
private chamber.

   Tiring of the game and wanting to move on, he finally released her from
his torment.

    -�Stand here and don -(TM)t move. -�

   She nodded her head and listened as he moved away from her.  She heard
him move across the room to the bed and she heard some sort of activity
there.

   She couldn -(TM)t make out what he was doing but the sounds he was
making caused her pussy to tingle with excitement.  She tried to slow her
heartbeat and calm her breathing as she waited for the unknown.

   She heard him come closer then he grabbed her hair again.   -�Come over
here, -� he said as he began to walk, leading her by her hair.

   She followed along as best she could, still blindfolded and wearing her
high heels.  He led her over to the bed and pushed her backward onto the
mattress.  She gasped at first, but when she found herself on the mattress
she relaxed.

    -�Move to the middle of the bed, whore. -�

   Jenny moved to what she figured was the middle of the bed although being
blindfolded made determining that a bit tricky.

   Taking one arm, he stretched it up over her head and attached a
fleece-lined leather cuff to her wrist, then tying it to the headboard.  He
repeated the procedure with the other wrist, securing her arms firmly.

   He placed a pillow under her ass to raise her hips up a bit and then he
secured her ankles to the footboard in the same manner as he did her
wrists.

   Now spread-eagled on the bed and blindfolded, Jenny was helpless and
exposed for his pleasure.  But in what form that pleasure may take was
still a question in her mind.

   She moaned, knowing how vulnerable she was and her pussy creamed.  She
didn -(TM)t know what his next move was for certain, but she could hardly
wait to find out.

    -�Please, Sir!  Please let me pleasure you!  Let your fuckslut -(TM)s
body as you wish, Cum in my mouth, my pussy, or my ass  -" whichever you
prefer.  Let me serve and service you, Sir! -� she moaned, half-crazed with
lust.

    -�You asked me earlier to make you cum, and I can tell that you need to
desperately.  I am not without pity or compassion, whore, so even though
you were late and have put my plans behind schedule, I am going to give you
what you desire

    -�And because I am feeling exceptionally generous this evening, I am
going to give you more than you ask for.  You will cum, my pretty, you will
cum until you can -(TM)t stand it.  You will cum until there -(TM)s no cum
left in you.  I am going to wear that pussy out, do you understand?

    -�I have brought along a few  -~friends -(TM) and together we are going
to leave you unable to walk, barely able to breathe, and totally wrung out!
-�

    -�Ohhh... -� Jenny moaned aloud, not trying to keep quiet anymore.

   She knew Sir.  She knew he didn -(TM)t make such threats lightly; if he
said he would  -�wear her pussy out -�, she could be assured he would leave
her a sweaty, cum-drained mess.

   She heard him inhale deeply.   -�Mmm ...  you know how much I love your
scent when you are wet and aroused.  You smell so ...  delicious. -�

   Jenny felt his fingers lightly tracing the outline of her pussy just
along her swollen pink lips going all the way around her leaking opening,
brushing the lips ever so softly, and gently pinching her clit.

   His touch was maddening and Jenny tried to raise her hips to get him to
touch her more.  She needed more.

   But he knew what she would do and anticipated her actions.  He moved
with her always staying just within touch but not enough to give her the
satisfaction she craved.  He was a master of the tease and loved to watch
her squirm under his taunting.

   After a few frustrating circles around her flower, he changed his
tactics a bit and ran the tip of his finger up and down the slit feeling
the wetness coming from deep inside her.

    -�You are wet my dear, but I think we can do better.  Shall we see if
we can get that little whore cunt of yours a bit damper?  I do so love the
taste of a juicy peach! -�

   He didn -(TM)t wait for an answer  -" it wouldn -(TM)t have made any
difference anyway.  He was going to do what he wanted with her and she knew
it.  It -(TM)s what she loved about him and the reason she kept coming back
to see him.  She craved his control and readily surrendered to it.

   He placed his left hand on her pubic mound and pressed down firmly as he
took the middle two fingers of his right hand and slipped them deep inside
her wet hole.

   Using the two outer fingers of that hand to hold open her pussy lips, he
curled his fingers up inside her, around her pubic bone, to rub her spongy
soft g-spot.

   Then he began rapidly thrusting in and out of her pussy with his fingers
like a jackhammer with short stabbing strokes.

   Jenny had never felt anything like this before and with her already in
such a high state of arousal, she knew right off that it wasn -(TM)t going
to be long before she got the orgasm she so wanted.

   He thrust in and out of her pussy, stopping every couple of moments to
break up his thrusts with a slap to her pussy.  Then he went right back to
his thrusting again.

   The combination proved too much for her to handle and in no time she was
cresting.

    -�Oh, Sir, I -(TM)m cumming, I -(TM)m cumming!  Please make me cum! 
Please, please make me cum! -�

    -�Cum then, whore.  Cum for me! -�

   Jenny let loose then, pitching and bucking as he kept thrusting in and
out of her and rubbing her clit hard with his free thumb to prolong her
orgasm even longer.

   He kept up the pressure and torment for what, to Jenny, felt like
forever.  In reality, though, it was only about a minute or so, but it was
the longest minute of her life!

   She lay on the bed, panting as she tried to calm down from her orgasm.
But he wasn -(TM)t going to allow that.  As soon as she finished cumming,
he went right back to fingerfucking her.

   Because she had just finished her first orgasm, she was extremely
sensitive and it only took a few quick thrusts to bring her back to the
edge of another orgasm.

    -�Oh God, I -(TM)m cumming again! -�

   And sure enough, she did, once again pitching and bucking like a prize
rodeo bronc as her orgasm swept her away.

   Again and again, he brought her to orgasm like this, each time quicker
than the last because she was already primed.  He didn -(TM)t give her any
chance to rest between, either.  As soon as she had finished cumming from
the previous orgasm, it was off to climb the mountain again.

   After six rapid-fire orgasms, she was whimpering for him to let her rest
a bit; after ten she was begging for him to.  Finally, after a dozen chain
orgasms, she was pleading with him to let her rest for a few moments.

   She was drenched in sweat and her own juices, since he had started
rubbing his hand back and forth quickly across her pussy as she came,
splattering her juices all over her and at the same time stimulating her to
cum harder.

   She was gulping down huge lungfuls of air as she tried to catch her
breath between pleading with him.

   He put his hand down between her legs and got it soaked with her juices
then brought it to her face, smearing her face with her wetness.  He went
back and soaked his fingers in her and brought them up to her mouth.

    -�Lick them!  Taste what a dirty whore you are! -�

   Jenny opened her mouth automatically, and he stuffed his fingers into
her mouth so deep she gagged on them.  But she sucked her own flavor from
his fingers as he commanded.

    -�That -(TM)s what a whore tastes like.  And since I like the taste of
a good ripe whore as well, I think I will have a bite to eat too! -� Jenny
moaned knowing what was coming ...  and what that meant!

   Jenny had learned over the past two years that he had many talents and
abilities.  One of these talents was eating pussy.  He was a consummate
cunnilingist!

   He had gone down on her many times since they started these trysts, and
each time he had given her mind-blowing, legendary orgasms.

   Now, after having a dozen blazing orgasms already thanks to his manual
manipulations, he was going to raise the bar substantially with his oral
abilities!

   He crawled up between her legs, positioning himself between her spread
thighs.  He could smell her aroma strong and see the glistening wetness
from her leaking juices.  He smiled at the huge wet spot she had created
from her cumming so much.  It would get larger before he was through.

   A kiss on the inside of her thigh about six inches from the target sent
a shudder through her.  Another kiss on the same spot on the other thigh
gave her another.

   He moved up a bit and gave her pussy a long slow lick, blowing on the
wetness when he was through.

   The combination of his hot tongue and the cooler air he blew on her made
her clit stand up even more erect and hard, aching to be given attention.

   She twisted and squirmed in her bonds, dying for him to get on with what
he had planned to do to her.  She feared what was to come and burned for it
as well.

   They didn -(TM)t call it  -�Le Petit Mort -� or  -�The Little Death -�
for nothing and he had sent her to heaven more than once.  She longed for
another visit.

    -�OH MY GOD, SIR!  Yes, oh yes right there!  Oh, please lick me, lick
your whore -(TM)s dirty pussy!  Please right there! -�

   His hot mouth fastened over her pussy and his tongue plunged into her
wet hole in one slick move and she cried in joyous reaction.  Her hips
raised up to meet his mouth and her legs, already splayed wide open, opened
a bit further for him, an invitation to continue dining.

   His tongue squirmed and twisted inside her tunnel, seeking every nook
and cranny where a pearl of her sweetness might hide.  Jenny moaned and
struggled against her bonds as his tongue drove her wild with lust and
desire.

   She bucked her hips up, wanting to get his vexing tongue deeper into her
pussy.  He knew her so well he could almost anticipate her every move and
was able to keep right with her no matter what she tried to do.

   Soon enough, she realized the futility of struggling against him and
just laid back to suffer through whatever he had for her.

   He licked and lapped up her juices as fast as Jenny could produce them
and in so doing drove her pussy crazy with his squirming and wriggling
tongue.

   Jenny bucked and twisted and tried everything she could to throw him
off, but he wouldn -(TM)t budge from his position.

   Jenny didn -(TM)t really want him to stop, she was loving what he was
doing, but her natural instinct to such provocation was to do something to
get rid of it.

   He kept at it, driving her lust higher and higher until she could no
longer fight it.  She had to have a release ...  she had to cum!

    -�Oh Sir, please I need to cum!  Please Please make me cum Sir.  Oh
God, I need to cum so bad! -�

   This time, however, she would be denied her orgasm.  He brought her to
the very edge of her orgasm, where in the next moment she would plunge
headlong into the deep black abyss, then pulled her back from that edge by
stopping his teasing.

   She groaned her disappointment, but he paid no attention to her
grumblings.  He let her cool down some before resuming.  Again he brought
her back to peer into the void of her orgasm only to stop.

    -�Oh please, Sir!  Please, I need to cum!  I can -(TM)t stand your
teasing!  Please, please make me cum!  Oh, pretty please! -�

   Ignoring her supplications, he continued to edge her maddeningly over
and over again.  Every time she got close she thought that maybe this time
he would allow her to cum, or maybe he would miscalculate and play with her
too long and she would get to cum.  But neither case happened and she was
once more denied.

   Begging, pleading, and promises didn -(TM)t dissuade him and he
continued molesting her until she finally broke down sobbing in utter
frustration.

   Only then did he move from the bed to a chair to watch her as she sobbed
and shook at her bonds in bitter defeat and failure.

   The smug smile of self-satisfaction he wore while he watched her
helplessness only made her defeat all the more humiliating.

   But that was the point of this exercise.  He knew that as a professional
model she was used to having her way.

   She was used to being catered to and pampered.  But here, with him, that
was not the way things worked.

   Here, she did the serving and he was the one she had to cater to.  He
was Master and she, the submissive.  And this edging exercise reinforced
the roles they played.

   He sat there, silent in that chair, watching her until she ceased her
sobbing and her struggling.  When she became quiet, subdued, and
acquiescent, he spoke again.

    -�That -(TM)s more like it.  You need to remember your place slut and
learn to respect those you serve.  The next time you disrespect me by being
late I may not be so easy on you. -�

    -�Yes, Sir. -�

   He rose from his chair and moved closer to her as he continued talking.
-�Now because we are so behind schedule and we don -(TM)t have as much time
as I wanted, we will have to get right to it. -�

   Bending above her, he looked down at his bound slut.

    -�Open. -� was his one-word command.

   She immediately did as he said and he wasted no time in sliding his
hard, thick cock into her mouth.

   Helpless, Jenny wrapped her lips around the fat cock in her mouth and
started sucking as he fucked her mouth.

   He shoved his cock deep into her mouth and her eyes started to tear up
as the tip of the intrusive cock hit the back of her throat.

   Jenny gagged and tried to turn her head to rid herself of the cock, but
he pinned her head in place by her dark hair.  Jenny mentally forced
herself to calm down and relax, trusting him not to do anything to hurt
her.

   He slid his cock in deep, his balls slapping her chin as she swallowed
to let him down her throat.  Jenny wasn -(TM)t as proficient at
deepthroating as he wanted her to be, so whenever the opportunity arose for
a little practice, he took full advantage of it.

   Jenny couldn -(TM)t breathe with the fat cock plugging her throat.  All
she could do was bob her head and suck his cock.

   He held his cock down her throat until, after a few moments, she started
to panic, fighting the wrist cuffs in an attempt to free her arms.

   He pulled his cock from her mouth, and Jenny gagged, choking and
sputtering until she sucked in a giant lungful of fresh air.  He let her
get a couple of good, deep breaths before moving back in.

   He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting his hand
into it before pulling her head up and shoving his cock all the way to the
hilt.

   Again, Jenny forced herself to relax and swallow, but the fear rose up
nonetheless.  She struggled, fighting against the restraints and the cock
choking off her air.

    -�That -(TM)s a good girl, -� he whispered, stroking her cheek as she
looked up at him.  Jenny calmed down instantly, knowing he was caring for
her.

   After pulling back, then slowly sliding in and out of her mouth a few
more times, he pulled out completely.  Jenny watched him down to the foot
of the bed.

   She felt his fingertips move down the inside of her legs, trailing ever
so lightly over her skin until he reached her ankles.

   Jenny watched as he attached a metal clip to each cuff, curious to see
what he had in mind next.  She would quickly find out.

   Suddenly, he pulled her legs up and open, attaching them to her wrist
cuffs.  She was now bent in half, with her legs splayed wide open and her
pussy and ass wide open and waiting.

   She moaned loudly, the feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable making
her pussy cream.  She waited, trembling with anticipation as he moved
around the room and then returned to the bed to wait for him.

   Suddenly, she felt something cold and slick against her ass and she
realized he was lubing her ass up.

   Knowing her ass was getting lubed and ready, knowing his cock was hard
...  knowing how much she loved it when he fucked her ass ...  Jenny moaned
louder, begging for him to put his cock into her.

    -�Oh God Sir!  Please fuck my ass!  Please use your whore -(TM)s ass
for your pleasure!  Please, please, please! -� She humped her hips up at
him to emphasize her need.

   When she felt his cock bump against her ass, She cried even louder,
trying to lift her hips even more for him.

   She could feel his hands around the base of her legs and his thumbs as
they stroked her sopping pussy lips and rubbed her hard sensitive clit.

   She felt his hard cock against her anus, poking insistently, wanting to
open her up.  Moving slowly, and teasingly, Jenny could feel his cock begin
to stretch her opening as he eased himself further and further inside.

    -�Your cock is so hard and so thick, and it feels so wonderful in my
ass! -�

   Holding himself deep in her ass now Jenny clenched her ass muscles
around his cock.  Her toes curled as she clenched as hard as she could.

    -�That -(TM)s it you little slut ...  let me feel you grab my cock...
-�

   Smacking her ass a couple of times quickly, he began pumping in and out
...  in and out ...  Jenny can do little, tied up as she was, but she
couldn -(TM)t stop moaning.

    -�Your cock feels so good, moving in and out of me, sliding in and out
...  damn ...  fuck... -�

   Then she felt it.  Jenny felt him tighten up, and she knew what was
coming next ...  him!  She felt his cock spasm ...  again and again ... 
and she felt his scalding spunk splash against her insides, warming her ass
up from the inside.

   His cum was so hot and she felt even more full.  She couldn -(TM)t help
it  -" she came around his cock even as he finished, and then he withdrew
his cock.

    -�Please, Sir, please untie me and let me clean your cock with my
mouth. I want to taste you!  Please! -�
    -�We still have lots of time, my dirty little whore -- -�