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Shortly after making my last post, I realised that there was a loophole in Sir's challenge. It occurred to me that the rules just said that he wasn't allowed to cum, so as long as we stopped before that happened we could still enjoy everything that leads up to that point.

I was feeling insanely happy and pleased with myself when I pointed this out to him that evening, only to be crushed again when he flat out refused to consider it. His argument was that I'm too much of a "cum hungry slut" to stop halfway through. I'd like to say I was offended, but Sir knows me too well!

I wasn't beaten though. I didn't really expect to get my own way so easily. I left Sir to watch a film while I had a bath. When I got out a little while later clean, scented and freshly shaved, I put on a little number I'd been saving for a special occasion.

It was a black lace one piece. From the front, it looked like the standard sexy lingerie you can find anywhere, but from the back it was a different story. There was a ribbon at the top which tied behind my neck, another ribbon at chest height, and a third tied loosely at the top of my thighs. Apart from those three ribbons, my rear was left completely exposed.

I walked back into the front room, and sat next to Sir, trying to act normally, as if my heart wasn't racing or my pussy wet with anticipation. He barely glanced at me, seemingly engrossed in his film, but I saw his lips twitch into a smile and knew that I'd caught his attention.

After a minute or two, I announced that I was going to get some wine and asked if he wanted a glass. Sir shook his head "No thank you".

I got up and walked across in front of him, putting an extra little sway into my hips as I made my way to the kitchen. I could practically feel Sir's eyes following my bare ass. As I made it to doorway, he called out to me. "Emily, come here."

I hurried back and stood in front of him, looking down so he couldn't see the triumph on my face. "You're deliberately tempting me aren't you?" He asked sternly.

I nodded, trembling slightly. Mostly it was from excitement, but there was just a dash of fear in there too, as I wondered if maybe I'd pushed him too far.

Sir grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, steering me to land laying face down across his lap. I felt Sir's hand trailing up my thigh and automatically spread myself for him, but his touch bypassed my pussy, instead coming to rest on my bare ass cheek.

"You're a very bad girl, you know that?" He said.

"Yes Sir" I replied, trying to keep the tremor from my voice.

"And what happens to bad girls?" He asked.

"They get punished" I answered quietly.

"What was that?"

I spoke louder. "They get punished, Sir"

I felt his hand lift from me and braced myself as best I could. SMACK! The sound of his hand striking my exposed ass seemed to echo around the room. I gasped at the sudden burning pain. Just as it started to fade, SMACK! He spanked me again. Then again and again.

After the sixth stroke, I was squirming in his lap, moaning softly and with tears in my eyes. Despite the pain, I was also even more desperate than before to feel him inside me. After waiting a moment to be sure my punishment was over, I slid myself down the sofa and placed my head in Sir's lap.

I could feel his hardness pressed against my cheek and without thinking I turned my head and kissed him through the fabric of his trousers, over and over again, my lips moving up and down the outline of his shaft.

Sir put a finger under my chin and lifted my head. "You're insatiable aren't you, my little pet?"

"Yes Sir" I agreed sorrowfully.

I hadn't noticed, but while we were talking, Sir had used his other hand to unzip his fly, his cock springing free. As his finger left my chin, my head dropped and my mouth pressed onto him. I looked up quickly , only long enough for a heartfelt "Thank you Sir", then moved straight back down and engulfed him between my lips.

I was like a starving woman at a feast. All the tricks and techniques that I was so proud of were forgotten. I just wanted to take as much of him into myself as I could, then strained to go even deeper. Even when I lifted my head to breathe I didn't dare fully release myself from his cock and immediately plunged back down again afterwards.

Before I knew it, Sir's hand gripped my hair and pulled me away. I actually whimpered as the head of his cock pulled clear of my lips with a pop, and tried to chase after it with my tongue, ignoring the pain from the inexorable pull on my hair. Sir lightly slapped my cheek - not to hurt me, but more to get me to focus again.

As I snapped out of my frenzy, I could see just how much Sir was struggling. His face was red and jaw clenched, and he was staring off into the distance as he worked to control himself. A trickle of pre-cum seeped from his cock and I had to resist the urge to lap it up, knowing that could be the final act to push him over the edge.

I sat quietly beside him as minute by minute he started to relax until he let out a quiet laugh "That was a bit close, wasn't it?"

"I'm sorry" I replied, chastened.

"Don't be." He answered with a grin. "But next time, I'm setting the pace"

His words triggered my pussy to remind me that she was still feeling neglected, and I told Sir that I hoped next time would be soon. He laughed at that. "Oh don't worry, it will be"

And it was.

The film finished around half an hour later and Sir stood up, reaching down to help me to my feet. "Bedroom, now" he ordered me.

I practically raced through the doorway and stood waiting beside the bed for Sir to catch up and tell me how he wanted me.

"On the bed, on your knees" he commanded.

I hopped up and knelt in the position I'd been taught, knees spread wide, back straight and my hands resting palm up on my thighs. Sir walked slowly around the bed as if inspecting me. I felt myself straining to improve my posture under his examination, my knees spreading further, my back getting straighter. I tensed my stomach and ass muscles, striving to look the best I could for him.

"Very good, Emily" He said. I felt warmth flood through me at his praise.

Sir stood in front of me and slowly stripped, pausing to fold each item as he removed it. I knew he was taking his time on purpose, teasingly making me wait. I followed every movement with my eyes, working hard not to break my position in case he changed his mind and made me wait longer.

Eventually he was fully naked and I could admire his lean body, the scattering of hair across his chest, and most importantly his hard cock standing to attention and waiting for me. "Enjoying the view?" He asked with a smile.

I deliberately licked my lips before I answered. "Yes Sir"

He chuckled at that. "Get on your hands and knees you cute little slut"

I obeyed quickly, turning to present my ass to him and arching my back.

I felt his finger slide between my lower lips and turned my head in time to watch him put it in his mouth to taste my juices that he'd collected. "Such a wet little thing, aren't you?"

I was embarrassed how readily my body responded to him, but I couldn't deny the evidence. "Yes Sir, I am" I answered.

Sir stood behind me and placed the head of his cock against my entrance. Without thinking, I pushed back to capture him but Sir pulled away. "Naughty naughty" he scolded. "I'm setting the pace, remember?"

I pouted, but didnt answer as I adjusted my position. Again I felt the head of his cock pressed teasingly against me. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me as I struggled to hold still. Five seconds, ten. I couldn't take it any more. "Please" I whimpered. "Please fuck me"

I could feel his hands grasping my hips. Another two seconds, three, four. I opened my mouth to beg again, but instead let out a loud moan as I felt him drive into me, inch by agonisingly slow inch until he filled me completely. Just as slowly, Sir pulled back again and held me in place with just the tip connecting us.

I couldn't hold myself still and rocked my hips back against him, but Sir moved with me, maintaining that fragile link. I whimpered with need and felt Sir's hands grip me tighter. With a single hard thrust, he buried himself in me as I cried out.

This time the tease was almost unbearable. I could feel the hot hardness of his cock filling me, yet he stayed there unmoving, his hands holding me tightly in place. I did the only thing I could think of, tensing and relaxing my inner muscles to generate friction, just the slightest sensation of movement.

I could hear Sir laughing, feel it through our connected bodies, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. It wasn't what I wanted or needed from him, but I was grateful just to be able to feel him inside me again.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I felt Sir pull back. Just as as I thought he would leave my pussy he slammed forward again. Mercifully, he didn't make me wait this time, but again he pulled back slowly and thrust hard into me.

Over and over he drove into me, each thrust coming quicker than the one before. My arms collapsed beneath me and I buried my face into the sheets, ass high in the air, surrendering myself to him.

I could feel the orgasm building in my body, my moans of pleasure degenerating to a mindless babble. "Please...Don't Stop....Yes....Please...Don't Stop don't stop don't stop"

Moments before my climax, Sir pulled his cock from my pussy, but it was replaced instantly by his fingers. I didn't know how many and I didn't care. All that I knew was that it felt so good, and I was so close...

His tongue flicked over my tight ass hole, sending a sudden burst of unexpected sensation through me. I screamed something as my legs gave way beneath me. It might have been a word, his name or something more primal. It didn't matter, I was awash with pleasure as if every nerve had lit up at once, the orgasm driving every thought from my brain, apart from a searing YESSSSS!

I recovered to find myself sitting in Sir's lap one strong arm wrapped around me while the other held a glass of water to my lips. My mouth was dry and my throat sore, so I gratefully swallowed it. Finally able to speak again, I turned my head to look into his eyes and spoke from my heart. "Thank you, Sir"