Lizzie?s Afternoon

Welcome to a young woman's bedroom, small in an off-campus house.
Lizzie is laying on her stomach on her bed, legs up and swinging back in forth to the music playing through earbuds.
She's bopping her head along and scrolling through Facebook to check up on her friends.
Lizzie is curvy with brightly colored hair, a 20-year-old model of bubbly effervescence. She's wearing a tight and thin white T-shirt that allows the black lace of her bra to be seen. A short skirt barely covers her ass, and a quick look can tell she's wearing black lacy panties that are nearly a thong.
There's a knock on her closed bedroom door, but she obviously can't hear it.
Since there is no answer, the door opens and an older man enters.
He's dressed for work, a blue suit with a white shirt, tie loose in his collar. He has a stern look on a face, until he looks down on the bed. A smile crosses his lips as he takes in the sight before him, his babygirl nearly showing all of her delightful assets. The smile moves on quickly, and he reaches out to grab one of her bare swinging feet.
He admires the glittery pink polish on her toe nails, but that admiration is brief as Lizzie jolts in surprise.
She rolls onto her side, unaware her skirt and shirt bottoms of risen up.
"Oh! You scared me, Sir! Thankfully its just you. I thought maybe someone snuck in to take advantage of me," she says sweetly while looking up at him from the bed.
An almost evil grin forms on his face.
"Who said that wasn't my intent, babygirl," he says with a chuckle, making Lizzie gasp in anticipation and slight fear. She knows he'll keep her safe, but she has no control over what he does to her mind, body, and soul. He likes to challenge her completely.
Still holding her foot, he pulls her toes to his mouth and kisses them softly, slightly tickling her and also making her crotch tingle. She gasps in pleasure as he bites on her sole and growls in need. Her pussy contracts as she groans.
"That shirt is see-through, babygirl," he notes between kisses on her feet. "Did you wear it out in public today? Teasing the world with your soft round breasts in that sexy bra?"
Lizzie lays with her eyes closed as he runs his fingers down her calf to her knee then her thighs. The pleasure of his touch abruptly ends with a SLAP on her inner thigh. The sting triggers a matching twitch in her pussy, and she almost whimpers.
"Answer me promptly when I question you," he commands.
"Yes sir, I did," she shyly but honestly responds. "I went for coffee and I had to get an oil change."
"Oh is that so? Did you like all the gazes your tits no doubt received? And this skirt, it's screaming 'fuck me.' Did you like teasing them with my pussy?" He pulls her by her legs to the edge of her bed.
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes Sir, what?" He demands as he grabs scarves off her dresser and ties one to her bed frame, then rolls her over onto her back in the bed's center.
"Yes Sir. I loved teasing them with your pussy. It made me damp to feel them watch me walk away, and know that they can't touch me without your say so," she answers as he ties her leg up, spreads her legs wide and ties her other ankle to her bed with another of her scarves.
"Good girl," he praises. "But next time wear that plug I just bought you."
She blushes at the thought. He chuckles as she pulls her arms up and uses two more scarves to secure her hands to opposite bed posts.
"Ah, I love to make your cheeks red. You look particularly fuckable when you're embarrassed." Now that she is contained, her pussy wet through her lacy panties, he can see her dripping. He walks to the other side of the bed; he wants to play with her senses, so he removes his tie and places it around her head as a blindfold.
"I'll be back for you when I'm ready," he almost growls in her ear, making her whimper with need.
She's wet, almost panting and such a beautiful sight ? his delightful Baby Girl tied spread-eagled to her bed, blindfolded and almost thrumming with sexual tension. He admires the view of her helpless form and smiles. She hears him leave her room and start the shower. She knows his normal after work routine and wonders when he'll come claim her.
Sir takes his time in the shower, scrubbing the day's cares away like so much dirt. He pays special attention to his cock and ass, both of which will be served to Lizzie whether she wants it or not. He knows she'll squirm and attempt avoid his commands, but also knows she loves his demands.
He dries himself and dons a soft robe she keeps for him, tying the sash loosely. His cockhead threatens to peek through the robe front. It would not bother him if it does. He knows if Lizzie saw it when he re-enters her room, she'd lick her lips and salivate like the dog she is.
He pours himself a whiskey. While a shower washes away the outside world, the splash of sharp liquor turns up the fire that has been building inside him ever since he glimpsed his precious babygirl in giresun seks hikayeleri her room.
Enough time has elapsed, and he walks surely to her room. Opening her door, Sir is not only greeted with the beautiful sight of her struggles in sexual frustration on her bed, but the sweet, delicious aroma her body exudes ? her shampoo, body lotion and, most importantly, that young, pink pussy that so enraptures him.
"Sir," Lizzie asks as she hears the door open. "Is that you? Have you returned to set me free?"
"Yes, my sweet pet," he responds, closing the door behind him. "Free of the confines of those rags of temptation you seem all to eager to parade around in."
He walks silently to the side of the bed and watches as she tries to find him by sound. Her bright hair is still in pony tails. Her makeup highlights her wicked youth. Her chest heaves as she waits for him, her plump breasts pushing the limits of the black lace bra that contain them with each breath drawn in. Her shirt, featuring a childlike image of a unicorn in a raised stance, is near transparent, allowing him to see nearly every single aspect of the lace, and her nipples as they stand erect underneath the clothes.
Sir reaches out a hand and touches her forehead. Lizzie's writhing stops as she acknowledges his presence and touch. He slowly traces the finger down her nose and drops it to her lips. Lizzie immediately opens her lips to capture Sir's digit, and begins to suck it like a miniature cock. He grins and enjoys the sensation, the hunger she displays, then withdraws it with a pop to continue the journey.
His finger traces her jaw line from her chin to below her ear, then slides softly along her neck. It tickles and she involuntarily giggles.
SLAP! His other hand strikes her bare thigh, causing her to wince and moan.
"What did I say about giggling when I touch you, Lizzie," he demands.
"Not to, sir," she whimpers. "I'm sorry. It just tickled me."
"You had best learn to control yourself, or you will find the controls I place upon you are much less pleasant," he says, bending down to growl in her ear.
"Yes, sir. I'll be a good girl."
The finger resumes its journey, touring her collar bone to the front of her neck, and then down the V-neck of her thin shirt, cleaving between her breasts. Sir hooks his finger into the neckline and begins pulling. The pull lifts her body up until the shirt gives way, ripping apart down the front from neck to hem, opening up her sweet curvy body below him.
"Oh sir, that was my favorite uni shirt," she whimpers.
SLAP! The contact of his hand on her thigh stings sharper, and she cries out in pain ... and excitement.
"Must you talk back, Lizzie?" It is not a question. She knows it is the antithesis of a question. It is a command she has failed to follow, again. She knows there will be punishment.
SLAP! His hand strikes her other inner thigh, so now both have a reddish glow to them. She winces and moans at the pain, and feels some of her womanly juices trickle from her pussy, soddening her delicate panties.
Sir's finger returns to its quest, dancing in the cleft of her breasts, toying with the front fastener of her bra. His eyes linger there, on her breasts, watching them rise and fall. How he loves those breasts. Large and capped with nipples like pink pebbles, they form a tantalizing valley when encased just right, and spread so beautifully when released.
His thumb and finger do minor work, and the clasp is undone, causing the lacy cups to explode off her breasts, exposing those female miracles to him.
He admires them fondly tracing his finger around them slowly working inward to her perky nipples. They shoot up as he grabs them between his fingers, and she moans in pleasure. He pulls them slightly and twists, making her arch her back in exquisite pain and ecstasy.
His cock is hardening now but he wants it to grow hard in her throat... Slowly going further and further inside her wet little mouth.
He's at the head of the bed looking down on her.
"Open wide, babygirl." Her head is bent back; she opens for him happily ready to taste his cock. This is the best position to get into her young throat, and he wants to get further then ever today. For that he must get his slut nice and horny. She's so eager to please it will be fun to not to tell her his goal today. Just take it from her bound body. His perfect little fuck doll. He can't wait to cum deep in her throat. She always complains of the gag reflex and pulls away slightly as he cums, but not today. Today she will take his load like it's air she needs to breathe.
But not yet; this is just to build him up make him hard and thick, and to get her throat to start opening for him. He reaches down and removes her blindfold, and revels in the sight of her green eyes looking up at him with fear and desire.
Sir begins sliding his cock into her mouth, an inch at first before pulling back out, then two inches, then reversed, then three. So on and so on the cycle goes, each thrust pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her tender throat. Her eyes go wide as she inhales his cock, then close as his balls drag across her face.
Eventually, inevitably, he pauses, his cock lodged most firmly in her throat. He feels it quiver around his shaft, tickle the head. Saliva spills from the edges of her mouth and she struggles as best she can, restricted from breathing anything but his masculine essence.
Sir withdraws from her quickly, and Lizzie gasps, sucking in the air she so desperately needed, her eyes filled with tears. Her tears are not from the act alone. They represent the pleasure she provides him by offering her entire body up to him willingly. They are tears of pride for what she can do to and for him.
But her respite is brief, and Sir plunges his cock back into her gullet.
"Take it all, Baby Girl," he growls as she gulps in surprise. "Take the only cock you barely deserve to have."
He reaches down to grasp her erect nipples, pulling and twisting them as if to accentuate his point. Her body bucks, her back arches, and her mouth seals around his cock. Her eyes close in pain and ecstasy.
Sir begins thrusting forcefully now, sawing in and out of her wet mouth. Her pink Baby Girl lipstick is smeared, her little girl eye shadow and mascara is carried away by tears. Faster and faster he pumps. It is coming, she knows. Her wonderful prize for being a good baby slut is coming.
Sir relinquishes her nipples only to grasp her head and hold it still. With a roar and final push, he thrusts his cock as deep as it has ever gone and unleashes a torrent of his hot seed straight down her throat. Lizzie feels his balls jerk and surge from where the rest on her nose. Her eyes are closed as she concentrates on receiving all he can give her.
"Take it, my pretty little slut," he commands. "Swallow all of my cum! Feel it flow into you."
The surge lifts, and Sir slowly pulls his still-hard cock from her throat, letting the head linger on her lips as the last dribbles of cum escape him. Grasping the shaft, he wipes his cock head on her lips, letting the cum mix with her spit and roll into her mouth as she gasps for precious air.
"What do you say to me, Baby Girl," he asks, watching her lick and suckle at his cock, trying to capture all of him.
She opens her eyes and stares up at his grinning, satisfied face.
"Thank you, Sir," she croaks. "Thank you for feeding me so well."
"You are welcome, my precious," he says. "You deserve only the best.
"But we're just getting started. There is so much more I want to give you and so much more I am going to take from you."
She licks his cock head once more. "Yes sir," she says, forcing herself to keep her grin hidden. "I'm your little whore, ready to do anything you want."
Sir steps away from the bed to look down at her fully. Lizzie is on her back, arms and legs restrained by the copious scarves she keeps in her room. Her favorite T-shirt is ripped apart, her bra unfastened to let her tits heave with her breath. Her pink mini-skirt has ridden up around her waist, exposing her now sopping wet black lace panties.
From hooded eyes, she watches him admire her, and she aches with a passion only he can arouse in her. Lizzie's eyes follow him as he steps around the side of the bed and his hands reach for the skirt snap and zipper. Sir looks at her as his fingers undo the top snap, then begin the slowly pull the zipper down. The skirt peels away and she lifts her ass as he pulls the skirt from underneath her.
Discarding the skirt, Sir sits on the side of the bed and begins to trace the top of her panties with his finger. As his finger crosses her belly, Lizzie squirms.
"That tickles, sir," she says, then gasps as his hand abruptly smacks her thigh.
"Does that tickle," he asks sternly.
"No sir."
His fingers resume their tracing, this time sweeping along her thighs the feel the lace edge that sweep upward to her hips. He can feel the heat emanating from her pussy and smell her distinctive aroma. A finger comes down her panty from top to bottom, running along the cleft formed under the lace by her plump lips.
"Oh Baby Girl. Your panties are so wet," he says, letting his finger slide up and down the camel toe she displays. So wet indeed. He can see a small stain on her sheets where her juices have escaped her sweet pussy.
His fingers begin to trace the lips and cleft harder. Lizzie's eyes close from the delicate torment as his fingers craze her clit and sensitive area. She moans and shifts her ass as if to help guide his finger to the very right spot.
So captivated by his touch she has become that she fails to a soft metallic click. Entranced by the actions of his fingers, she barely senses a sliver of cold metal sliding along one hip. She feels an odd pulling, then realizes Sir has cut one hip of her panties with a knife he'd secreted in his robe.
Deftly, he switches hands and slips the knife blade along the other hip, separating the lace panties there as well. Grasping the panty top in front of him, he pulls the dampened lace cloth from her hips and body.
She is now displayed in all sweet glory. Her pussy ? his delicious cunt ? is bare, moist and pink, the outer lips of her labia open to reveal more of her sweet feminine glory. The lips are slick with her juices, as is her sweet puckered asshole.
Sir admires the sight. He slides a finger between the lips, marveling at the heat her soft body generates. The finger tip travels up, then flicks her clit.
"Oh!" She exclaims. She repeats the sound louder as Sir's hand comes down on her cunt with a slap. Her body quivers at the sensation.
"Baby Girl," he says. "Let's find out how really sweet and juicy you are."
He decides to start with her toes and lick and kiss his way up.. He hopes she'll squirm just enough that he can slap her thighs again before tasting them; the more pleasure and pain she alternates between the more her scent fills the room.
Her cute toenails make him smile as he sucks each individual toe knowing it makes her tickle and almost cum at the same time. She begins to giggle and watches as she bites her lip and furrows her brow in concentration.
"Ahhh, that's my good girl," he growls and rewards her with a love tap to her wet mound, right above her clit for maximum pleasure.
"Mmmmm yes sir, I love to be your good girl," she says with such truth he smiles again. She's learned so much since she met him; he feels so much pride for her, and her total submission.
He continues kissing, licking and nibbling his way up her ankle and behind her calf. He goes to nibble on the underside of her knee and she jumps.
SLAP! Her inner thighs are stinging but its such a nice burn she groans in need; straining against her bonds.
He makes it to her tender thighs and lightly blows on them and gives light kisses and caresses; a wonderful reprieve from the stinging.
"Oh Sir!" She says in an almost euphoric tone. He feels he can now move on to her pussy, and starts by blowing onto it, making her pussy tighten as her clit begins to harden.
He takes a deep breath and smiles; the only thing he can smell... Her sopping, juicy, young cunt and he can't wait to taste it. He lowers his head to her cleft and firmly kisses it. She moans "Yes Sir" and presses her clit up to him more, pulling against her ties. She's eager to feel his tongue.
He grins and pulls away; she wimpers in need.
"What is it you want Baby Girl? Tell me!"
SLAP! He gives ger clit a good smack, making her wince and crave his tongue more.
"Promptly my slut or face my wrath"
"You Sir! I want you in every way but right now I really want you to eat my pussy and let me taste myself on your lips."
"Good girl," he praises, then dives into her pussy, grabbing under her thighs to push into her more. He loves her texture, taste and smell. Loves to make her clit hard and proceeds to suckle and nibble her tender bud as she buckles her legs in pleasure.
"Oh Sir! Oh oh oh oh god may I cum?!?"
"Not yet," he says and stops his clitoral assault for a minute. Sticking a finger deep in her pussy, he finds her gspot and begins to tickle it; he wants to make her cum early so he can punish her for doing so. She turns into a slip and slide when she gets a little punished. Her young pussy so quick to cum. He knows when she waits she cums harder. So hard she'll spasm and lose control of her body.
He can feel her muscles tightening around his finger. She's close. He wants her out of control and rushes down to pull on her nub with his teeth. She gushes and instantly he sees the worry on her face.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she pants. "I don't know how I came so quickly! I know I'm supposed to ask."
He pulls his finger from her soaking pussy and plunges into her mouth. "Taste your cunt, my slut," he commands, and she greedily sucks her juices off him
He unties her legs and massages them like he always does. But she knows he's not done. She knows he will spank her for cumming without asking. She hears him step away from the bed.
"Turn around, on your knees, face down"
"Will you undo my arms, sir?"
"NO!" He smiles at her look of confusion. He has already moved her arm ties to the same post. "You have just enough slack to turn over. Your arms will lay flat and your head will rest on them."
"Yes Sir, as you wish," Lizzie whispers as she slowly turns.
He leaves the room to get some supplies, from the kitchen today. He loves to fuck and tease her with various household things so she blushes when she uses them to clean and cook.
Lizzie crouches there, arms twisted and tied before her, back arched, ass up, knees bent. She feels juices dripping from her still wet pussy, seeping from his oral attack and her excitement about what might come next. She brings her legs together in an effort to rub her pussy lips and build the tension.
She listens for his footsteps on the other side of the door. What would he bring? All her normal toys are in her room.