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by Andy Deepthought69
Anya knelt, still and quiet. She wore suspenders, stockings and a blindfold.
A deep male voice from behind her said.
“Be a good girl. Don’t move or make a sound”
She heard footsteps as he walked slowly around her, his footsteps echoing on the hard wooden floor. A hand touched her shoulder lightly before sliding lower to cup her tender flesh. His fingers strayed to the swollen tip and pinched it hard. Anya knew better than to make a sound and suppressed the gasp that tried to escape her lips.
“Excellent” he whispered in her ear.
The footsteps receded and she strained to hear where he was. The sound of a door a few minutes later suggested he had left… but for how long? Anya knew better than to relax. The floor was cold and hard on her knees but she wouldn’t move, not this time.
She heard the door again. No footsteps yet though. She waited, still and silent. Was that breathing she could hear? She wasn’t sure and strained her senses, listening hard, inclining her head slightly to the left.
A line of hot pain appeared across her naked rear accompanied by the unmistakable crack of a cane on her flesh.
“I said not to move”
The pain flared again as the cane lashed across her once more.
“I also said not to make any noise”
Again the cane slapped against her, raising a fresh welt. This time she remained impassive. The cane bit once more. Four bright red stripes evident across her alabaster flesh.
“Good girl. That’s much better. Now, open your mouth.”
Anya did as instructed and opened her mouth. She felt the cane gently touch her tender flesh. It traced a line up her back and onto her shoulder before slowly moving down her body. The tip of the cane paused in the middle of her chest before descending across her smooth flat stomach and tracing the outline of the hair that had been there only yesterday.
The cane passed lightly over her wetness before easing down her inner thigh then up the other before burying itself inside her. The cane was pulled slowly forwards, its length pressing against her most sensitive part as it slid through her, sending electricity racing through her nervous system.
She still knelt immobile, mouth wide open, her senses heightened by the blindfold induced darkness. The pleasure was almost too much for her to bear.
As the cane disappeared her senses strained to work out what was coming next.
She felt something lightly touch her lips, the scent was unmistakable and it was all she could do not to move. He moved so the tip circled her mouth, passing over her lips, tracing the outline of her mouth, teasing her.
“Very good” he said “I hope you’re ready to suck”
A different scent assailed her nose but before she registered the fact her mouth was filled with the long, firm shaft and she tried not to gag as he thrust a banana into her expectant mouth. She hesitated briefly before wrapping her lips around the fruit and sucking it hard.
“Good girl” He said “Now, let’s get rid of the fruit and do it properly shall we. And yes, this time you really can swallow”
With that he threw the fruit aside and thrust himself into her mouth. She took it hungrily, deep into her throat and did her best to remain still as he thrust again and again into her until with a final spasm he filled her mouth with thick creamy fluid.
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