A slow night

[Da****]

“You look amazing in that tight red dress,” I told my Slut as we sat at the dimly lit restaurant. I could see the outline of her perky tits and her curvy hips. I couldn’t help but get a hard-on just from looking at her.

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied, blushing slightly. I loved when she called me Sir. It made me feel dominant and in control.

We finished our dinner and headed back to my place. As soon as we walked in, I pushed my slut against the wall and started kissing her passionately. She moaned as I grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard. I could feel her pussy getting wet through her dress.

“Take off your dress,” I ordered, breaking our kiss. My slut obeyed and slowly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground. She was wearing a red lace bra and matching panties. I could see her hard nipples poking through the lace.

“Bend over the couch,” I told her, pushing her towards the living room. My slut obeyed again, bending over the couch and sticking her ass up in the air. I could see her wet pussy through her panties. I reached down and pulled them to the side, revealing her tight little hole.

I grabbed a paddle from the drawer and started spanking My slut’s ass. She moaned with each strike, her ass getting redder and redder. I could see her pussy getting wetter and wetter.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked, spanking her harder.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, moaning louder.

I reached down and started fingering her pussy, feeling how wet she was. She moaned and pushed back against my hand. I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm.

“Don’t cum yet,” I ordered, pulling my fingers out of her pussy. My slut whimpered, but obeyed.

I grabbed a condom from the drawer and rolled it on. I positioned myself behind My slut and slowly pushed myself inside her. She moaned as I filled her up, her pussy gripping me tightly.

I started thrusting in and out of her, harder and harder. She moaned with each thrust, her pussy getting wetter and wetter. I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm.

“I’m going to cum,” she moaned, her pussy tightening around me.

“Not yet,” I ordered, pulling out of her. My slut whimpered, but obeyed.

I pushed her down onto the couch and spread her legs wide. I started licking her pussy, tasting her sweet juices. She moaned and squirmed, her pussy getting wetter and wetter.

I reached down and started fingering her ass, feeling how tight it was. She moaned and pushed back against my fingers. I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm.

“I’m going to cum,” she moaned, her pussy tightening around my fingers.

“Not yet,” I ordered, pulling my fingers out of her ass. My slut whimpered, but obeyed.

I stood up and positioned myself in front of her. She opened her mouth and took my dick inside, sucking and licking it. She moaned as she tasted her own juices on my dick. I grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting in and out of her mouth. She moaned and swallowed every drop of my cum.

I pulled out of her mouth and collapsed onto the couch, exhausted. My slut cuddled up next to me, her head on my chest. We sat there in silence, enjoying the afterglow of our intense session.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, looking up at me with a smile.

“No, thank you,” I replied, kissing the top of her head. I couldn’t wait to do it again.