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Chapter 5

Peter clears is throat. His hard cock in hand. You see that he is much bigger than me. Not longer, but thicker. He comes over and flips you on to your stomach.

He reaches for something. You soon realize it was the lube as the cold of it hitting your skin makes you shiver. You hear another squirt and feel him stroking his cock to spread it out.

He brings himself to kneel above your ass. He puts his weight on you and you feel his cock slide into your pussy, the extra girth stretching you almost to the point of pain. He slowly begins to stroke in and out. Any pain is quickly replaced with pleasure. You are filled completely and his head is grazing your g-spot with each thrust. You tilt your hips forward slightly to get a better angle and he starts thrusting a little harder. It is slamming into your g-spot. Every time he thrusts you feel an orgasm building in you. I know how much you love prone bone, but I know there is something missing.

“Choke this bitch, Petrer,” I say as I grab your chin and pull it up so our eyes meet. “She likes it rough in this position.”

“Please, no,“ you half heartedly protest. “Don’t you dare do that.”

His big hand is on your throat quickly and firmly. He is squeezing perhaps too hard, but as he slams his cock home again you feel the pressure vary. You are looking in my eyes as you let out a guttural groan. A few more thrusts and you start to grin. I recognize the telltale sign that you are about to have a huge, earth-shaking orgasm. Peter pulls almost all the way out. You cry out feeling empty. He then slams it home. Your whole body tenses and you cum so hard. You shake and grab the hand on your throat. You squeeze a little letting him know he can go harder.

He continues pounding you like this. You feel a second orgasm coming.

“Fuck yes, Peter,” you scream. “I’m coming again. Don’t stop!”

He stops thrusting and you whine.

“You’re not in charge here, cunt.” He says as he grabs your hair and pulls it, making you gasp. “Your job is to make me cum.”

He resumes slamming his cock into you. You are getting close again. You try to squeeze him with your muscles to add pressure to make him cum faster, but all it does is make you cum hard. Your body reflexively tries to relax, but he is pulling your hair and choking you so you can’t.

“I’m sorry I am such a hungry slut. I can’t help coming on your amazing cock,” you cry out, already feeling the third building inside you. “I deserve to be punished.”

I look in your eyes. There is a fire and a hunger that I’ve only seen once or twice before. I grab your face.

“You should be punished, not for cumming. You should be punished for not making Peter cum faster,” I say. “Fix your mistake and then I will handle you.”

You start rocking your hips to his rhythm trying to add friction and pressure. It is working as he starts to moan. The problem is that is is working for you too. You cum for a third time on his cock, but stifle your moans. He pulls out and shoots his load first on your ass then starts to spray up your nightgown.

“Clean him off,” I order.

You roll over and dutifully clean his cock with your little slut mouth.

“That isn’t much of a punishment,” you say. “That is too delicious.”

“Well, you’re right. I had this planned all along,” I agree. “Now, put this on and be prepared to feel the punishment a naughty little slut should get.”

I hand you a satin blindfold. As you slide it over your eyes, you feel how snug it is. You can’t see a thing. That nervous feeling starts to creep back into your stomach.

“Keith planned this part?” you think and that somehow adds to the nerves.

“I know babe, don’t worry,” I say as I lean in and kiss you softly on the lips. “But also, Rule 2 doesn’t apply anymore.”