Vignettes

A long kiss, tasting slightly of the beer you just had with your friends is accompanied by you saying "I want you to remember this. Think about me while I'm gone. Think about my cock in your mouth."

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"What are you doing?"

You lightly hold my breast, fondling my nipple.

"This, dear, is a flick." With you making the hand movement to accompany that statement, I make a little "oh" shape with my lips.

"This is a tweak." You gently twist my nipple in your fingers.

"And this is a pinch."

I gasp. The feeling goes straight down through my body and I try to get away.

"You just remember, who is in charge of you."

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"Spread your legs wider. I know you can, you little slut. You like it, go on."

I try to follow instructions, but it is difficult, being over his lap like this. I wonder what's coming next, knowing I don't have long to find out.

"Dearest, I can smell you from here. Is this turning you on?" You pause to listen to my response. "What was that? I can't seem to hear you."

I bury my head in the pillows, blushing like mad, as you know full well how I feel about this. I try to get by with a muffled "Mhm," but you're having none of it.

You grab my hair. "What was that, little lady?"

"Yes, sir," I respond.

"That's a good girl."