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Copyright (C) 2001 by Laura Ann Davidson. All Rights 
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Blowjob Story
by Laura Ann Davidson (anonymous@inter.net)

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My body tenses for the blow that does not come. Is it 
over? Or did I pause too long before begging You for the 
next blow, earning myself another punishment? I hear... 
something, but I can't tell what could be making the 
sound. I dare not turn to look. (Mdom/F, d/s, love-
slave, bdsm)

***

I am bent over the end of the kitchen counter, my bare 
breasts pressed to the cold countertop and my feet in 
their 3" heel ankle boots firmly on the floor. You 
strike my upturned ass again with Your belt, the blow 
landing solidly in the exact center of the area framed 
so invitingly by my black garter belt and stockings. 

I cannot contain my soft exclamation of pain. I could at 
the first blow, and even the second, but that seems like 
years ago.  I'm both grateful that You didn't have me 
count the blows and anxious because, not knowing how 
many have passed, I cannot even guess at how many might 
remain.

"Thank You Master," I recite in as calm a voice as I can 
muster. I almost can't bring myself to say what I must 
say next. "Please Master, another?"

My body tenses for the blow that does not come. Is it 
over? Or did I pause too long before begging You for the 
next blow, earning myself another punishment? I hear... 
something, but I can't tell what could be making the 
sound. I dare not turn to look.

"That's enough, I think."

My body relaxes as the tension drains away. "As You 
wish, Master." I remain as I am, waiting for Your next 
command. My ass, even my cunt lips where they lewdly 
peek from between my legs, are on fire. I can't bear to 
imagine what they must look like, nor to consider how 
long the pain will last. Such is the price of 
disobedience.

"Come here, slut. Crawl."

I raise my head and turn to the sound of Your voice. I 
see that You are standing in front of the couch, as 
though about to sit, and I silently pray that You won't 
invite me to sit next to You there. I slide down to the 
floor and crawl on hands and knees, head lowered, ass 
out, until I arrive at Your feet. Once there I lower my 
head to the floor and again wait.

"Seeing Your ass and cunt all red like that has really 
turned me on. But since fucking You just now would 
probably be as much punishment as pleasure for You, I'll 
allow to to get me off with Your mouth, instead."

"Thank You Master," I reply eagerly. "It'll be my 
pleasure."

I rise up on my knees and deftly open Your pants, 
dropping them to Your ankles. I slide my hands under 
Your short, over Your tush, before sending them along 
the way of Your pants. I'm focused only (well, 
primarily) on one thing right now.

I gently wrap my right hand around Your erect cock, sort 
of measuring it against the size of my hand. It looks so 
wonderful with my hand around it. I wish I had a picture 
of that, so I could stare at it all day. It's probably 
just as well I don't.

I place my left hand on Your thigh for balance as I lean 
forward and take just the head of Your cock in my mouth, 
almost like a kiss. A French-kiss, where Your cock is 
the tongue that delicately invades my mouth to duel with 
my own tongue. I sigh as I taste Your pre-cum on the 
tip. The pain in my ass and cunt only makes me more 
determined to give You the utmost pleasure. I have been 
punished, but I must still make amends.

I look up at Your face one last time before sliding my 
hand down to Your balls, then taking Your cock fully 
into my mouth. At first it's easy, but then I must 
concentrate on relaxing my throat. Finally my nose is 
nestled in Your pubic hair. I would love to smell You so 
close, if I could breathe. My tongue paints the 
underside of Your cock as I hear Your soft moan of 
pleasure.

I pull back from Your cock, taking a deep breath thru my 
nose as I do so, painting Your cock with my tongue from 
base to tip. I feel Your fingertips gently press up on 
the underside of my jaw, and I release Your cock from my 
mouth in response. I see that You're smiling, and I 
can't help but smile too. Your happiness is my happiness 
Master.

My smile broadens as You sit on the couch. I scoot 
forward and continue my work. I like this: I'm able to 
touch more of Your body with more of my body.  I drape 
myself between Your knees, my forearms on Your torso, my 
breasts pressed against Your thighs. 

I'm careful to keep up on my knees though, my thighs 
perpendicular to the floor, my ass presented. I know You 
can see a good deal of it as You watch me, and I know 
it'll please You to see how red it still is. My head is 
down between my upper arms, my mouth covering Your cock 
as my hair spills around Your pelvis.

Mmmmm, I love the taste and feel of Your cock in my 
mouth. I could stay like this all day, nursing Your cock 
like an all-day sucker. The pain in my ass and cunt 
reminds me that this is about Your pleasure, not mine, 
and I begin moving my head up and down, sliding Your 
cock in and out of my mouth.

I use my lips, tongue and, very gently and seldom, teeth 
on Your cock...  sliding it's length past my lips, 
licking it up and down like an ice cream cone, running 
my moist lips up the underside, over the head, all over. 
I feel Your hands stroking my hair, encouraging me. I 
deep throat You again. I can't get Your full length past 
my lips due to Your sitting position, but it's still 
necessary for me to relax my throat, and I can tell that 
You like it. 

I continue this way for a timeless eternity. There is 
nothing in my universe except my body pressed to Yours, 
Your wonderful cock in my mouth, the fire on my ass and 
cunt. My cunt throbs, not from the belt now but from my 
arousal. As I shift position slightly (I know You love 
watching my ass wiggle as I do) I can feel my wetness 
that has seeped from my cunt to dampen my inner thighs.

I become aware that Your hands on my head have gone from 
gentle stroking to a firmer, but not yet forceful, grip. 
Suddenly Your fingers grip my hair roughly and Your 
pelvis thrusts forward. I'm startled at first and I 
attempt to draw back, but Your hands gripping my hair 
prevent that. But it's enough for me to take a deep 
breath before I relax and accept Your cock once more 
into my throat. 

Then Your hands are pulling my hair, roughly, closer, 
then away, as Your pelvis thrusts in the opposite rhythm 
and Your cock swells even larger in my mouth. Then 
You're cumming, I know You're cumming because Your cock 
is pulsating in my mouth, but the tip of Your cock is so 
far back that I cannot taste what You've so generously 
given me.

The need to take a breath is strong, but Your pleasure 
is more important right now. I concentrate on swallowing 
Your cum, on not choking, on relaxing my neck, 
stretching my jaw and compressing my lips in order to 
give You as much pleasure as possible as You fuck my 
face and cum and cum. 

Finally Your thrusts slow and I can take breath between 
them. Your fingers relax their grip on my hair and I 
take the opportunity to draw back some, removing Your 
cock from my mouth in the same way I'd remove a spoon 
that had entered my mouth covered in chocolate cake mix. 
My efforts are rewarded and I taste Your cum that did 
not travel directly to my stomach. 

I moan softly as I lay my head on Your thigh, Your 
softening cock all but touching my nose and lips. Your 
hand once again strokes my hair in a way that tells me 
that You have forgiven me my earlier disobedience and 
that all is right between us. 

I close my eyes and sigh, awaiting Your next 
instruction, content to wait here like forever, if 
necessary, but ready to leap to obey Your every wish.

Bye

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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