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Your day off was going to be a nice, quiet time, filled with cuddling and playing --or so I thought. I didnt expect to be pulled from the nice, warm bed at 0615 with an authoritative voice barking orders. A flashlight shone in my bleary blue eyes as You said, Get up, boi! Go to the bathroom and get dressed. I expect you to be waiting for inspection when I get back!
Confused, I stumbled into the brightly lit bathroom and noticed a set of fatigues, boots, and a l ittle boi dick-and-harness set on the counter. I dressed with sleep weakened fingers, wondering what Id missed. I checked myself in the mirror and approved, suddenly understanding why You had insisted on trimming my hair last night.
You were slow to return to the dark bedroom; I stood there, ramrod stiff, waiting with scarcely a breath. When You did return, I glanced up briefly from my place in the center of the room and surveyed Your officers uniform. Present, boi! You snapped, knowing I would spread my feet shoulders width apart and cross my wrists in front of my body. Good. You flipped on the bedroom light, showing me a completely transformed bedroom-to-barracks scenario. On your hands and knees, boi!
I dropped down at the precise place You wer )e pointing to, and picked up the clue that I should polish your boots. Without a word from the imposing figure above, I began to polish Your already impeccable boots with my tongue, not daring to look up.
Up, boi! You snarled, snagging me by a biceps, Brace yourself on the bed frame.
I scrambled to my feet and dug in with my ass in the air and my hands on the footboard of the bed. The first strike from the cane was fleeting and I almost forgot to count --almost. One, Sir! The next ten strikes were a heavenly mix of pain and pleasure, cutting lines across my back and ass through the uniform. Id forgotten how much I loved the sting of the rattan, the loud whipping noise it made as it cut through the air.
I was numbly aware that You had stopped at forty-five, each strike bringing me close (r to screaming out the number, my body aching and bleeding beneath my uniform. You ordered me to bend over even more so that my chest was resting on the mattress and pulled my BDU pants down (admiring Your handiwork). Your hands stroked the lines and made me squeak louder, enjoying and hating the pain at the same time. After a few moments of silence, while You just stroked my back and ass, You queried finally, Have you ever been fucked by an officer, boi?
Sir, no, Sir, I responded, straining as You pulled my arms behind my back and cuffed them with a resounding (and wetness inspiring) snap. Two fingers slid into my ass without warning, working in and out, making my knees weak as it became three. I turned my head to the side, realizing that I could watch You in the mirror as You lubed Your dic k with Your other hand. The head pressed against my asshole, sending electric jolts of pleasure up my spine, and then You slipped within, an arm on either side of my quaking body.
I groaned as You forced past the tight ring of muscles that Youd teased with Your hands just a second ago. Is there a problem, boi?
Sir, no, Sir, I responded, thankful that I was securely on the bed as You began to fuck me, the head of Your cock pulling nearly out before You slapped back against me quickly. You held onto the chain between my wrists with one hand and reached around to tease my clit with the other. You continued to fuck me slowly, drawing nearly all the way out before filling me completely, and that was the feeling I enjoyed the most --being filled.
Suddenly, You had pulled out and were pushing me up onto the bed, the cuffs digging into my back. You pulled me back toward the edge of the bed, rested a hand on each ankle, and slid back into my hungry ass. I hadnt noticed You pull on a pair of gloves before one hand entered my pussy three deep, curving up against the ridged washboard of my G-spot.
I moaned again as Your thumb raped my swollen clit, and I tried not to lift my body to request that You do it harder. You bent down and took my little boi dick in Your mouth for a second because You knew that You could catch me watching you. So, boi, how do you like being fucked? Does My cock satisfy you, fill you just right, or do you want more?
I groaned, watching Your face and neck muscles tense as You continued Your sweet assault, hand thrusting inside me every time You pulled back in my ass. Please, Sir, I whispered, looking away shyly and forgetting how to finish my sentence when You added a fourth finger.
What, boi? You gasped, increasing speed and intensity, long since forgetting my clit in consideration of your impending orgasm.
I groaned and rode the wave of Your pleasure, shivering with pleasure as I watched You take Yourself over the edge with a loud grunt. You caught me staring once again and pulled out of me with a brow lifted, knowing how much I would hate being emptied without satisfaction. Daddy! I protested.
Bois who dont tell me what they want wont get what they want, You said simply, draping a bandanna over my eyes, No more looking, little boi,
Daddy, may I fuck You?
A strange request, considering you are still without release; what gives? You query as You free me from the cuffs, which dig into my wrists and back with numbing discomfort.
Sir, Id rather fuck You; it gives me more pleasur e. Alright, I heard Your belt jingle as You removed Your pants and climbed up onto the bed. You settled on top of me, wetness flowing warmly against me as Your legs wrapped around my hips and You began to move on top of me. Your cock slapped against my belly and You order me to take it in my hands, to force it against Your clit as You ride me. I revel in the feeling of the silicone as I stroke up and down, all the way from the bulge to the tip. Thank you, Sir, I said quietly, rising to meet you halfway in Your rhythmic dance. My legs ache and my muscles burn, but I love taking control and being in the drivers seat, fucking You well because I can be strong enough to satisfy You.
I like it when you wrap your fist around My cock...I do it when I think about fucking you...how wet you are, how hard you make me, the way you moan when Im inside you...
I thrust deeper, spurred on by these statements.
Obviously You approve, rolling us over so that Im on top and removing the blindfold. Go ahead, boi, fuck Me harder...fuck Me deeper.
I shuddered and took to the task, placing a hand on each of Your beautifully curved hips and fucked You with all my might, my dick striking against my clit in a way that made me see stars. Youre sexy, Daddy, I admitted shyly as I gazed down at you, staring into Your beautiful, loving eyes and then regarding your white body beneath me.
Thank you, boi, You responded as You took my ass in Your hands and continued, Fuck me, boi; give Me a reason to grant you release by our combined hands.
Motivated by this reward, I picked up the pace and fucked You as roughly as our bodies could handle, murmuring, I love You, Daddy, knowing You were close to coming again. The sweat that collected between us eased the sweet friction of our bodies rubbing against each other so violently. Your weight shifted on the bed as You took full advantage of Your G-spot, sliding down until I was hanging over You, my face pressed into your neck. My back arched to give You more thrust, I whispered, I like fucking You, Daddy, and reached between us to slap your throbbing clit. Please come for me, Daddy, I locked my teeth around a nipple, tongue playing on the pebbled flesh of Your aureola, and I knew Id gotten You when You jerked suddenly, angling for the last bit of strength I had in my legs.
You grunted, Im coming for you, boi, and Your body slowed. I remained on top of You for a few minutes, obediently staying after You grabbed me as I went to roll off of You. After a moment to catch Your breath, Your warm mouth closed over my nipple and began to wreak havoc on my breasts, much to my enjoyment. Show Me, boi, show Me how you touch yourself, You said quietly, guiding my right hand to the wetness between my legs, and continued, Spread your legs. I want to see you while you get off. I want to watch you do whatever it is you do when Im not here and you need Me so badly that you have to take yourself.
Yes, Daddy, I assented as You wrapped my other hand around my little boi dick and showed me how to jack it.
I want you to show me exactly how you like it, boi. Tell me what you want, You ordered as Your right hand found my warm, sopping wet opening again.
Please, Dad dy, fuck me hard and slow...torture me...make me want more,
Good boi, You rewarded as You removed my harness and settled completely on top of me, Your dick resting against my wetness. Im going to fuck you now, little boi, the way you like it. Use your words,
I groaned as You entered me, breathing, Fuck me, Daddy, but please dont forget my ass,
You nodded and presented a sizable plug, showing it to me for my little boi approval. You chuckled at my insistent nod, movements deliberate as You reached down to slide it inside me, filling me with a pleasantly warm feeling that only resulted when I was filled. Thats what I loved the most, just being filled, not necessarily fucked. Youre a good boi,
Harder, Daddy, please, I begged before You readjusted, leaning down to kiss me sweetly on the lips, our tongues warring happily against each other. My hand was trapped between us, one finger on each side of my clit, and I continued, Daddy, I want Your ha nd inside, please. I need You to fill me and make me Yours. Please, Daddy, fill me until Your hand is completely inside me.
You seem amused by my half shyness as You pull out of me and replace Your dick with fingers...Im not sure how many, but Im beyond caring. What do you think about when Im not here, boi? How I can fuck you so hard that you ache for days? Is that what you think about?
Hesitantly, I answered, Yes, Daddy, I think about how You fuck me, how Your fingers seem to find their place inside me without introduction, how wet I get when I know Youre near...
Your hand joined mine at my clit, quickly picking up my rhythm as the other one filled me even more. I like that you think about Me like that, boi. I want to fuck you in so many ways...I love your pussy, the way it seems to beg for Me and draws Me in. I always want you on your knees so I can slide My cock into your ass...I love holding your hips and feeling the strength in your hard thighs...press
ing My body against yours as you whimper and close your eyes so tightly. I love holding you at night, reaching between your legs and feeling your wetness. Even when youre asleep you want Me so badly that you moan and writhe while your pussy waits for Me to fill it. What do you dream about at night little boi? When I raised my hips, You smiled broadly and asked, What is it, boi?
More, Daddy, I requested, knowing that You would grunt and growl Your satisfaction with this plea. You took away the hand that was teasing my clit to add more lube to the one inside me before looking at me curiously. Please, Daddy, I want Your fist inside of me. Please.
A moment of pressure and You were inside me completely, only Your wrist exposed now, and You seemed to approve, rocking your knuckles against my cervix. You kissed me once more before returning Your tongue to my nipples, then further down, taking my hand away again so You could suck on my clit. I love the way you taste...the way you moan when I bite your clit. I love how I can feel every muscle in your body tense when I touch your wet clit with My sharp teeth. Do you like it, boi, My teeth all over you?
I cried out as You did what You said you were going to do, teeth pinching my clit happily. The fire rocketed past my belly and into my brain, my nipples growing more erect and my body more aware than ever. More, Daddy, please,
Again, Your teeth closed over the tiny bud that pulsed with pleasure and need, begging to be pulled and sucked and brutalized. Your soft lips began to kiss a trail up my torso again as I slid my hands beneath Your BDU shirt and stroked Your soft back. Good boi, You rewarded me with a kiss, my scent still on Your mouth, and turned Your attention to my earlobe and throat. You may come, boi, if yo u wish,
My heart beat a little faster when I heard You whisper that in my ear, and I picked up the pace of my strokes, asking, Please, Daddy, help me,
You grinned and intertwined Your hands with mine, our styles varying as we brought me over the edge. Youre such a sweet boi, do you know that? Do you know how much I like fucking you, filling you with My hand, feeling how tight and warm you are? You need Me, boi; its not the same when Im not the one fucking you, is it?
No, Daddy, I agreed haltingl y, body jerking and eyes closing with pleasure. Oh, Daddy, Im coming for You,
Open your eyes, boi. You ordered while I felt a collar snap around my neck. I want to see them when you come for Me, I want to know that youre only seeing Me, that I own You completely.
I obeyed, showing You my feverish blue eyes, and watched You watching me as I took my hand away and let You take me over the edge: slapping my clit with a firm hand while the other rolled slowly out of me until just three fingers remained. A sob welled in my throat as I realized that You were looking down at me with your beautiful eyes full of love. Thank you, Daddy, I sighed just before another orgasm began to rip through me, and I submitted to it, body rising and falling rhythmically while I kept your gaze. I love You, I said with finality as I shuddered and fell against the mattress, adding, Im 100% Yours, Daddy. Z N DSET 2 H /N-p qy 6 * DSET 2 H per siqw
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