House Slut - S01 E44

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House Slut - S01 E44

Read Story:SEASON 1 EPISODE 44

Tegan took her foot off his cock and used his discarded shirt to wipe the lube off her toes before standing up, tossing it aside. She walked around behind him and pushed on his back forcing him to lean forward. She kept pushing, her foot planted on his back until his head touched the carpet, his butt up on the air. Tegan ran the crop down his back to his ass crack then lightly tapped him on the tailbone.

“You’ve taken great pleasure at my expense, my poor abused holes might never be the same. I’m going to give you a parting gift to remember me by when you’re lying with Yeong.” Tegan drew back then struck, lashing the crop across his upturned ass cheeks. She refrained from doing it too hard but her effort still produced a surprisingly loud snapping sound and Brandon let out a yelp of surprise and pain. Covering for her surprise Tegan forced the commanding tone back into her voice.

“Count it, worm. We’re doing ten strokes.”

“Uh… one?” Brandon responded.

“One what?”

“One, Mistress?”

“That’s right, worm. And don’t forget again.” She raised the crop and struck him again. She tried to maintain the same power as she had on the first blow, feeling it was sufficient for her purposes.

“Two, Mistress.” Brandon responded, with less of a yelp in his voice this time. This was almost going too easily. She struck again.

“Three, Mistress.”

By the tenth stroke Brandon’s cheeks were a glowing sea of red welts and she nearly took pity on him, but resolved to see it through. She snapped the crop against his battered ass one last time, throwing a bit of extra zing into it.

“Ten, Mistress!” Brandon exclaimed with a groan. She wasn’t sure if he was enjoying it or hating it until she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him upright again, his cock still swollen, an angry red colour as the cockring kept him hard. She assumed if he was truly turned off non cockring could keep him that way.

“Good, you’ve done very well.” She ran the crop down his chest to his groin and used the tip to toy with his cock some more.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You much be aching with the need to release.” She caressed his balls with the crop, making him flinch, and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Tell me how much you need it.”

“Please Mistress Tegan, I need it. I’m going to explode.”

“How badly do you need it?”

“Please Mistress, I’ll do anything.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Ok B, I’ll make you a deal. This one last time you can cum wherever you want. Pink any of your nasty, filthy favourite places to cum inside me, or on my skin..” She set down the crop and knelt next to him, taking his dick in her hand and gently stroking him. He was rock hard and she could feel his pulse pounding in the palm of her hand. “Just one catch.”

“Please Mistress.”

“You have to clean it up this time. With your mouth.” She could see the hesitation immediately transform his face. She gave his cock a squeeze reminding him what was at stake. This might be the last time he ever got to have her and she’d been edging him and teasing him for at least an hour, which had to be messing with his thoughts. “Choose wisely, slave. Is that a price you’re willing to pay?”

“I don’t know Mistress.”

“I’ve swallowed dozens of your loads, and you get hard thinking about me sucking your spunk out of your girlfriend, not to mention all the times you’ve gone pussy to mouth on me… but if it’s too much for you… we can just end the game here.” Tegan released his cock from her hand and stood up, her voice airily dismissive. “I’ll just go get dressed before I untie you.”

“Wait!” Brandon exclaimed.

“Wait what?” Tegan asked bemusedly.

“Wait… Mistress.” He sighed.

“So the game is still on?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Then you’ve decided.”

“I want to fuck your pussy, Mistress.”

“Oh really?” Tegan playfully teased him. “And why is that?”

“Because I want to be inside you one last time and if I have to uh…”

“Eat your own cum?” Tegan interjected.

“…do that, then I would also want to taste your pussy at the same time, Mistress.” Brandon finished, timidly.

“A sensible compromise, for slave. Now beg for it, you little worm.” Tegan ordered took him by the shoulders and pushed him back onto his ass so he was seated on the floor, propping himself up on his elbows with his restrained hands. She stood astride him. “Tell me what’s going to happen.”

“You’re going to let me fuck your pussy Mistress.”

“Yes, for the last time.” Tegan gently lowered herself to her knees, her cunt poised just above his twitching cock. “And then what?”

“I’m… I’m going to clean it with my mouth, Mistress.”

“Very good.” Tegan spread her lips with her fingers and sank onto him, lowering herself onto his aching length. She was sodden inside, the anticipation and the exercise of her control over him had her nearly as ready to go as Brandon was. She was under no illusion Brandon would last long enough to enable her to come as well but that was ok. She wasted no time, rocking her hips as she raised and lowered herself on him. She added a gentle rotation to her hips as she rode his cock, feeling it push against her walls like an iron rod.

“Misstress?” Brandon panted.

“What is it, slave?” Tegan demanded breathlessly, continuing to slide her wet tunnel up and down his shaft.

“Can you take the blindfold off, please? So I can see you?”

“No, slave. Right now I am not for you to look at for your own enjoyment.” She sat down on him hard, using the heat of her vagina to make the point. “I’m letting you have my cunt, that is more than you deserve.”

“Sorry Mistress.” Brandon groaned.

“All will be forgiven, slave. When you fill my cunt then lick it clean.” Tegan leaned back bracing her hands on Brandon’s thighs then began to move her hips with an uncommon vigor. She didn’t normally ride on top – mostly her housemates were content to be on top, perhaps for the feeling of power it gave them. When they wanted her to ride it was a more casual affair. But now Tegan dictated the terms of their encounter and she was going to drain every last drop from Brandon’s swollen balls. She was getting off on the idea of him being made to eat her out her creamy snatch after blowing the biggest load of his life.