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The Yellow Dress”Yes, Sir.” Your voice sounds hollow in your ears, trying to hear through the ringing in them. Your cheek still stings from the slap and the sound of it seems to echo in the large, white room of the apartment. Sun pours in through the sliding glass doors of the terrace, but your eyes are looking down, so you only see the rich red carpet on the living room floor, my leather shoes, and my dark pants legs. “That’s better.” My voice is stern. “When I address you, the proper response is what?””Yes, Sir.” Tears well up in your eyes and start to trickle down your cheek.”Why are you crying?”You hesitate. You form an answer in your mouth, but when your lips open you only say, “Yes, Sir.”I smile and take your face in my hands. Bending close to you, I kiss the tears, licking them away with the tip of my tongue. “Good,” I smile, looking into your eyes. “But you can answer direct questions.” I take a handkerchief from my breast pocket and dab at your moist cheek.”You hurt me.” Your voice is small. I raise my hand, drawing it back, as if to strike. “Sir!” you quickly add. My hand slowly reaches behind your head, pulling your face close to mine. I take your lips into mine and kiss you deeply. After a moment, I break the kiss. “Of course I hurt you. Your insolence hurt me, so I corrected you. And you learned quickly. You did learn, didn’t you?” My eyes look straight into yours. You can see deeply into the pupils, as if into a mysterious cave, one from which there is no return.”Yes, Sir.””Do you mean that?””Did you like the lesson?”You pause a second. “No, Sir.” Another pause. “Yes, Sir.” Another pause. “Sir, I am not sure. I’m confused.”You watch my eyes watching you. My face is calm. “If you stay, you give me rights over you. I will correct you as I see fit. I will also make love to you as I see fit. If you want to stay, those are the rules. If you can’t abide by that, you can leave without any ill feelings. But you can not come back. Decide now. Go out the door, or…” I turn away, walk over to a soft chair and sit down. “Come over here and kneel down in front of me.”You stand still for a moment, thinking as fast as you can. Moments pass in silence. You walk to the door, reach out and turn the lock. Then you turn and walk to the chair, where you kneel down on your knees right in front of me. My hand comes up again. The muscles in your face reflexively tense, but you do not flinch. My hand gently reaches out and lightly taps your cheek. Reaching down to a table beside the chair, I pick up a strange looking knife. The blade is bent into a U, like a flat hook with a rounded tip. With my other hand I reach out and grip bahis siteleri your shirt at the neckline. The blade hooks onto the hem and is pulled down, slicing your shirt open. Then the tiny straps are clipped away. Your top floats in a small arc to one side, leaving your bare nipples stiffening in the air. My hands reach down to your shorts, grabbing them by the waist and lifting them into the air. The inseam digs into your pussy, forcing you to stand. The shorts are also cut away, the sharp blade slicing through the fabric from front, to crotch, down the inseam to the right, and then trough the inseam on the right. The rag that’s left floats off to find the other rag. You’re naked now, save for panties. Two swift tugs with the knife and they are gone, too.I pick up a small, white shirt box from the table and hold it out to you. Inside, you find some shiny, yellow cloth. “Hold it up,” I tell you. You take it out with one hand while I take the box from you. “Put it on.””Yes, Sir.” The material is light and smooth, and slides over you like liquid. “Look in the mirror.” Turning to the large mirror on the wall by the door, you see yourself in one of the smallest dress you’ve ever seen. In spite of the two wide straps that go over your shoulder, your chest is exposed by the deep v that plunges between your breasts, almost to your navel. It ends just below the tops of the thighs. You can feel your back open to the air, the edge of the fabric lightly touching the top of your butt. “Twirl around.” As you twirl, you see the end of the dress lift outwards, exposing your pussy and ass.”Come,” I say, as I walk towards the front door. Your eyes are wide in the mirror. I open a closet by the door and take out a long, white sweater. I turn to you, holding it open. Relaxing, you come to me and let me slide the sleeves onto your arms. It covers you from neck to knees. As you’re pulling the sweater closed in front of you, I ask, “Ready?” “Yes, Sir,” you say with a quick nod of your head.”Oh, I almost forgot,” I say casually. Suddenly my arm is over your head, you’re bent over my leg, the sweater is over your back, and my hand is crashing down on your ass. Four quick times it slaps hard against your bottom, and, just as suddenly, you’re standing on your feet again. “That’s for that saucy little display of turning the lock, first. That wasn’t in your instructions.” Then I kiss you hard on the mouth. In the elevator you hold the sweater close around you. It’s too heavy for the weather, and other people are looking at you with curious looks. We’re the only ones who exit the elevator in the garage. As we turn a corner, I suddenly push canlı bahis you up against a wall and pull open the sweater. My hand goes between your legs and squeezes your lips, rubbing them back and forth. A gasp escapes your throat. Somehow my cock is out of my pants, shoving itself up, into your pussy. It shoves deep, up into your body, pumping in and out. Your mouth is open, like your pussy. “Oh, oh, oh,” you chant, in time with the thrusts. And suddenly I pull away. Before regain your senses, I’m tucked back in and guiding you towards a small, orange coupe. Opening the door, I take your sweater off of your body and toss it onto the rear seat. Looking around, I place your hands on the roof of the car and move your feet back until you are leaning dramatically over. There, in the garage, I spank your ass with my hand until it glows red and hot, which doesn’t take that long. My finger slides into your pussy and churns there a moment, like a long fleshy spike. Your arms are shaking. Your eyes have closed and your breath is ragged. You’ve not made a single sound, lest some unseen person suddenly materialize and come over to see what is going on.”Open your eyes.” In front of you I am holding a bright red piece of plastic. It looks like a dildo, but it’s wider in the middle, with a disk-like handle on the end. It’s a butt plug. It’s shiny, as if it were already lubed. ‘When did he have a chance to do that,’ you wonder as it disappears behind your back. It slides into your ass with firm nudge to get the wide ridge past your sphincter. The disk on the end keeps it from sliding up into your body. With a graceful sweep, you’re lifted up and swept into the passenger seat of the car.The sun is bright and the windows are down as the quick little car speeds along the highway. It’s taken no time at all to be out of the city and onto the open road. You sit in the passenger seat, feeling the wind buffet your face, your hair pulled back in a ponytail to keep the wind out of your face. After a few miles, the traffic is still fairly heavy, but is thin enough that everyone can speed along. “Unzip my pants.” You look at me, unsure if you heard me correctly. I’m looking down the road, apparently concentrating on my driving. Your hands reach out and unzip me. “Take it out.” You reach in and take out my cock. “Get it hard, again.” You start to move your hands up and down on it, feeling it getting stiffer. Reaching out with the hand closest to you, I pull your head down onto my cock. “Open,” I say. You can’t quite get close enough to take me in your mouth. “Get up on your seat,” I say. “On your knees.” Gently you get on your hands and güvenilir bahis knees in the front seat, and put your face down on my cock. The wind whips the tiny little bit of dress around your waist. You’re naked ass pointing out the window, the little red button of plastic shining like a little beacon. As you suck my hard penis into your mouth you hear cars revving past the window. Men’s voices yell out. Horns honk, both cars and trucks. You concentrate on the cock in your mouth. It is hard and pulsing. You feel it getting thicker under your tongue. “Finger yourself.” With one hand steadying you, the other one reaching between your legs, your fingers rub your clit, gently at first, but then rougher, and faster. Your ass clutches at the plug in your butt. The pressure of it pushes against your pussy from behind. Your breathing around my cock is getting ragged. You can feel my body shifting on the seat, churning. You’re still sucking the cock when you sense the car pulling off the road and sliding to a stop. My hands are on your head, pumping my cock into your lovely face, and then pressing it hard into my lap. Cum spurts into your mouth. “Swallow it,” I tell you. “Just suck it down.” Obediently, you suck down my cum, as if it were milk through an extra large straw. As the last of it goes down your throat, my seat drops back and I pull you up over my body. Swiftly you sink your pussy onto my semi-hard cock. Grinding your desperate pussy onto it, it hardens again, and finally slips into you. Lifting you vertically over my lap, I squeeze your nipple through the yellow dress, then reach inside to take them into my fingers. Bending my face to your chest, I clamp my teeth onto your pointy little nips and bite down hard. The pain is blinding, and, as the lights flash inside of your closed eyes, you feel the climax pop inside of you. Breathing hard, you collapse onto me. Then you hear it. Cars and trucks have followed us off of the highway and the drivers are out of their vehicles, standing around our car, and men and a few women are cheering and applauding. I’m sucking on your nipples, suckling them in my lips while I stroke your back. After a moment of cuddling, someone calls out, “Hey, when do we get a turn?” Men take up the call, and in moments there is a loud chant. “Our turn. Our turn. Our turn. Our turn. Our turn.” I roll you into your seat as mine comes up. “Sorry, boys. Today is demonstration, only. Keep your eyes peeled, though. Next time we might be open for customers!” I gun the car forward as men jump aside. In seconds we’re roaring down the road. Some of the cars try to follow, but we soon lose them. Once we’re tooling down another highway, I pull your face into my lap and say, “Suck me.” Soon you are on your knees, again, with your naked ass in the breeze, the little red plug winking for anyone to see, and my cock filling your mouth.
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