It was the middle of the 1990s, and I was about 20 years old. I was seeing a girl a couple of years older than me, and we had been dating for just over a year.

I was about halfway through my visit with my girlfriend and some willing submissive Tula. We had spent most of the day in Oxford, where she was studying for her PhD. She looked as gorgeous as always, a vision of gothic beauty in a long-sleeved short dress and had straightened her normally curly long black hair.

We walked back to her flat having eaten lunch, and she headed straight to the bedroom. Pulling the dress over her head and dropping it onto the floor, she crawled onto all fours on the bed, looking back at me with a sexy smile.

Looking down at her, now clad only in black lace lingerie and stockings, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and undressed, simply saying, “You are so fucking sexy!”

As she laughed, I stepped forward and stroked her arse, giving it a playful slap then dropped to my knees behind her and pulled her panties to the side, lapping at the outer lips of her pussy with my tongue then turned over onto my back and pulled her down onto my face, again pulling her panties to the side as I lapped hungrily at her labia before darting my tongue inside her pussy.

She started to moan loudly as I sucked her clit between my lips and manipulated it with my tongue. Within a minute or two, she declared in a husky voice, “You really need to fuck me, now!”

As I slid from under her, she rolled onto her back, taking hold of her legs. I pushed them together and lifted them to the side, pulled her panties to one side and slid into her soaking pussy with ease. She moaned and held her legs up behind her knees as I thrust into her.

After a few minutes, I withdrew from her and spun her onto all fours, pulling her up to me by her hips and started to thrust deep into her from behind, reaching forward to unclip her bra; she allowed it to slide down her arms onto the bed.

Taking hold of her hair, I pulled her up to me and kissed her neck, my hands reaching round to massage and caress her large, full breasts as she sighed and moaned in pleasure. I then pushed her back down, placed my hands on her hips and started thrusting harder.

She was moaning loudly now and looked back at me, “I want you in my mouth, baby.” Her voice full of desire, she spun round on the bed and took my cock into her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair as she enthusiastically sucked my cock in and out of her lips.

But I could not resist her for long. Pulling her up to kiss her deeply, I pushed her onto her back. In my rush to finally remove her panties, I ended up pulling the suspender belt and stockings off with it as well.

She crawled naked to the top of the bed and dropped onto her elbows with her face turned sideways on the pillow, her arse thrust invitingly into the air. Kneeling behind her, I gave her a hard slap and then slid into her, driving deep inside the velvety, tight warmth of her pussy.

It did not take long for her breathing and moaning to start to rise rapidly again as I thrust into her from behind. As I felt the familiar tightness in the pit of my stomach, I grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her back towards me and arching her back. She yelped as I drove into her from behind, and as she threw her head back in orgasm, I finally released and came deep inside her.

The rest of the day was spent in domesticated bliss: dinner, cuddles, watching mindless TV, sharing a shower in which they made love and then falling asleep in each other’s arms. A little boring, mundane, almost, but blissful nonetheless.

I woke early the next morning to find that Tula was already up. Turning my legs off the bed, I pulled on socks and a T-shirt. “Oh wow, Good morning, sexy,” I said as she walked into the bedroom half-dressed, so far only wearing a matching black bra, thong and fishnet tights. She smiled and kissed me before asking,

“What do you want to do today?”

“You!”

“Oh really, sir!” she asked provocatively as she turned, wiggled her arse and slowly sat on my lap.

“Yes, Miss Brooks, but I think I will start by spanking that fantastic arse of yours because you are getting far too cheeky.”

“Yes, please, sir, I wondered when you were going to spank me again, but first.” As she spoke, she took both my hands in hers and raised them to her neck, placing my hands around her throat.

Knowing what she wanted, I gripped her throat and started to gently squeeze. As I tightened my grip, she managed to gasp and sigh in pleasure at the same time. I dropped my left hand and started to stroke her pussy over her panties; my right hand turned to continue choking her, careful to avoid her windpipe as I squeezed slowly.

As her strangled moan began to increase, I suddenly released her, pushed her off my knee and dragged her across my lap.

Looking down at her gorgeous, plump fishnet-clad arse wriggling on my lap, I aimed a series of hard slaps that started to bring a little colour to her cheeks as she squealed beneath me.

Another run of fierce slaps followed before I moved her off my lap and stood.

“Bend over the bed, Miss Brooks.”

“Yes, sir.” She sighed, her voice now weak with passion.

“Hands out in front of you, that’s it. Good girl,” I said and then aimed another spanking at her behind, areas of which were now glowing red as it pushed through the tight fishnet. After a few minutes, she was writhing uncontrollably under my slaps and yelping with each strike.

I stroked my hands over her buttocks; they were warm to the touch under the rough fishnet. I plunged my hand between her cheeks and roughly stroked her pussy as she started moaning again loudly.

“Stand up, Miss Brooks,” I ordered.

“Yes, sir,” she replied as she did.

“Take your fishnets off and get on the bed.”

“Yes, sir.” She slid the tights down her thighs, then sat on the bed to pull them over her feet, crawling back onto the bed, never taking her eyes off me.

“Now the panties, Miss Brooks. Good girl. And the bra, now tie your hair back.” She followed my instructions in the order they were given. She watched as I walked to my bag and returned to the bed with a large paddle and some rope.

I tied her hands together, then pulled her onto all fours with her hands stretched out in front of her and tied her feet together.

Picking up the large leather paddle, I stroked it over her behind, still red and with the fishnet-shaped indentations covering it. “Are you ready, Miss Brooks?”

“I am, sir,” she said, sounding nervous for the first time in a while.

“Good girl,” I said, bringing the paddle down in a large arc. She yelped and tensed as it connected with her plump behind, making a large thwack noise of leather on flesh. As the next four strikes landed, she buried her face in the duvet beneath her, trying to stifle her yelps.

Discarding the paddle, I pulled her towards me till her knees slid off the bed and she was lying flat on the duvet, spreading her cheeks with my hands. I leaned my body into her and penetrated her with my now hard cock, sliding slowly as deep into her saturated pussy as I could, then holding still.

Reaching forward, I wrapped the end of her long ponytail around my hand and used it to pull her head back from the duvet. “I want to hear you moan as I fuck you, Miss Brooks,” I ordered.

“Yes, sir. Oh god. Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck yes,” She exclaimed loudly every time I thrust deep into her with all my weight as hard as I could. My own moaning was escalating now, and I was brought into focus as she started breathing erratically and crying out, “Fuck I am going to cum, sir, I am going to cuuum.”

As it often did, hearing her climax and feeling her pussy tighten and pulsate around me pushed me over the edge, and I drove into her a final time and cried out in release.

After aiming a couple of final slaps to her arse as I rose, I untied Tula’s hands, and we lay together on the bed for a while. It was decided that we would have a lazy day in the garden as it was a nice day.

We both dressed, me in jeans and a T-shirt and Tula in black shorts and a blue plaid shirt she had stolen from me, which she tied in a knot at her waist.

We spent a couple of hours lying on a blanket in her small back garden, reading, when I declared I was going to get a drink.

After kissing her, I strode into the house, went straight out of the front door, having retrieved a scarf and rope I had prepared. I walked quietly down the side of the house and, hidden behind bushes, walked to the bottom of the garden.

The lawn below quietened my footsteps as I sneaked up behind her, my eyes fixed on her short-clad behind as she lay on her front reading. In one smooth movement, I sat on her back, and as she raised her head in shock, I wrapped the scarf around her mouth and gagged her, tying it tight behind her head. Her initial shock soon turned to wide-eyed excitement as I snarled in her ear, “Shut up bitch, you are mine now.”

She struggled beneath me as I used the white rope to tie her hands tightly together behind her back. Turning her onto her back, I pulled her to her feet and roughly lifted her into my arms. As soon as we were in the house and no longer in earshot of the neighbours, she started screaming and yelling through the gag. I always admired how committed she was during role plays.

I carried her into the kitchen and roughly sat her down on a chair. Kneeling, I tied her ankles together with more of the white rope as she continued to complain and struggle above me.

“Listen bitch. If you keep screaming, I will have to hurt you. You are getting fucked whether you like it or not, so just shut up!” I snapped, clamping my hand over her mouth as I started to undo the shirt, finally pulling it open to expose her large, naked breasts beneath.

Pulling her to her feet, I undid her shorts and pushed them roughly down to her bound ankles, exposing the baby pink panties she wore beneath. She struggled and cried out as I roughly grasped her breasts and then shoved my hand down the front of her panties. The only part of her that was not perfectly playing the part of unwilling victim was her pussy, which was already saturating her panties.

I paused to remove my T-shirt, then tore her panties down to her ankles, turned her roughly and forced her to bend over the kitchen table beside us. Aiming one hard slap at her arse, I snapped, “Don’t move bitch, your body is mine.”

She stopped moving, but as I undid my jeans and pushed them along with my boxers down to my knees, I could hear her whimpering through the gag, “No, please stop, please stop!”

“Shut up bitch, I will let you go when you are full of my cum.” I said harshly as I stepped forward, pulled her cheeks apart with my hands and slid my hard cock deep into her soaking pussy, grabbing her waist to pull her onto me as I thrust mercilessly inside her as she continued to protest.

As I fucked her hard from behind she carried on trying to fight me, her bound hands clawing back at my stomach as I used all my weight to drive into her, taking her bound wrists in my hand I lifted her arms high behind her back making her powerless to stop me, slamming into her faster and harder as I felt the familiar tightness in my stomach, her character slipped for the first time as she could not help herself moaning loudly as I thrust relentlessly into her, using her body for my own pleasure.

She threw her head back and screamed through the gag as she bucked beneath me uncontrollably; the orgasm wracked her body. I slammed into her buttocks a final time as I flooded the inside of her pussy.

“See, that wasn’t too bad, was it bitch? Don’t move until I have left, understand,” I snarled. She nodded, as I pulled up my trousers, untied her wrists and walked out of the room, leaving her still bent over the dinner table with her panties around her still bound ankles and my cum dripping down her thighs.

I watched from the hallway. She stayed lying on the table for a while, processing what had just happened. Finally, she stood, pulled up her panties and shorts, sat on the chair and untied her ankles. She walked up the stairs still wearing the gag, but I could see the smile on her face.

I made a drink, and after twenty minutes, Tula came downstairs. She kissed me deeply and told me she loved me, but did not say a word about what had happened. We passed the rest of the day watching TV and relaxing. Ate dinner, and then she went upstairs.

Fifteen minutes later, she appeared in heels, knee-high socks, an extremely short black and white tartan skirt and a black vest top. She had done heavy dark makeup, and her hair was pulled into two tight buns on either side of her head. She sat on the sofa opposite the chair I was sitting on. “Don’t move, sir. It is time I thanked you for what you did for me earlier, and I know you like to watch,” she said with a large smile.

“Ok, Miss Brooks, but I am not promising I will stay here long; you look incredible.”

“We will have to see how tempting I can be, sir,” she said seductively as she raised one high-heeled foot onto the sofa, opening her legs wide and dropping her hand to stroke over the top of the black sheer panties she wore beneath, before inserting her hand in the top of her panties to continue stroking herself. As I watched, her eyes glazed over, and her mouth hung open as she sighed gently.

I leaned forward in my chair, watching intently as she continued to stroke her most intimate area, her left hand caressing her large breasts, then pushing the straps of her vest top off her shoulders. She had now moved her panties to the side and was stroking her vulva and deftly inserting two fingers inside herself.

“Take your panties off, Miss Brooks; they are spoiling my view,” I ordered.

“Yes, sir,” She said and stood, turned her back to me, hooked her thumbs into the lace material, and slowly forced them over her plump arse and hips, then allowed them to drop to the floor.

“Good girl. Now carry on,” I said, my voice full of desire. She sat again, opened her legs wide and continued to stroke herself. Unable to resist any longer, I stood. Slowly walked across the room and leaned over the back of the sofa, first squeezing and caressing her breasts, then leaning lower to place my hand over hers as she continued to sigh deeply as she stroked herself.

“Something is missing. Stay there,” I said and walked upstairs, returning a minute later with her black ball gag in my hand to find her still playing with herself. Her eyes widened as I again walked behind her with the ball gag and said, “Open wide, Miss Brooks.”

She did so, and I forced the ball into her mouth and did up the buckle behind her head. I leaned over her and stroked her pussy, feeling how soaked it was from her attentions.

I pushed her vest top further down to expose her breasts and said, “Carry on, Miss Brooks.” As she again stroked her pussy I slowly walked around to the front of the sofa and stood to her side. I undid my black jeans and pushed them down to my knees.

My hard cock sprang forward as soon as it was free. She immediately moved to the edge of the sofa, taking me in her right hand and slowly pumping me back and forth as she continued to torment her pussy with her left hand. She was sighing and moaning deeply through the gag now.

I watched the display of dual masturbation below me as I slowly undid my shirt and slid it down my arms. Before finally removing my trousers, without a word, I sat, now naked, on the sofa.

Pulled her onto her feet and pulled her backwards to sit on my lap, her legs on either side of mine. She reached between her legs, took hold of my cock and with a large sigh lowered herself down my length.

I built up a quick rhythm and dropped my right hand between her legs to manipulate her clitoris as she moaned louder and louder through the ball gag.

It did not take long for her to orgasm, almost screaming through the gag as her whole body twitched and spasmed on top of me. She collapsed on top of me briefly as her orgasm subsided.

I reached in front of her and pulled her vest top over her head. As she started to bounce up and down on top of me again, I carefully undid the ball gag behind her head.

I didn’t need to tell her what I wanted, and as soon as the gag was out of her mouth, she lifted herself off me, knelt on the sofa beside me and immediately took my cock into her mouth. As she worked me in and out of her tight lips, I leaned over and pulled her skirt up, exposing her arse, and started to steadily spank her.

As the spanking got harder, she started to wince and writhe under me. She was sucking my dick as hard as she could, trying to bring me to climax to end the spanking. She came up off me, partially for breath and partially to exclaim in pain.

I placed my free hand on the back of her head and forced myself to the back of her throat again and again till finally, with a low guttural moan, I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed with a loud gulp and collapsed on my lap, gasping for breath.

After we had finally calmed down, I stroked her behind and said, “Sorry if I got a little carried away, Miss Brooks.”

“Don’t be, sir. I love how turned on I can get you.”

We relaxed for the rest of the day and then decided we were hungry, but neither of us wanted to cook, so we decided to go out in search of sustenance. Oxford did not have much in the way of fast food outlets in those days, but we found a small independent fast food place and sat at a table to eat our food.

Tula had tied her hair back and was wearing a simple black dress and cardigan. As we sat chatting and eating our food, my eyes dropped between the two small tables pushed together, and I smiled.

“I can see straight up your dress from here,” I whispered.

“Oh, really,” she said and slowly uncrossed her legs with a cheeky smile. She must have been relatively certain no one else could see due to the angle, and her eyes darted from me to the door to the shop behind me as she gently stroked herself over her panties.

I watched captivated as she lifted her behind and shuffled her panties down her hips, slid them from under her dress, and allowed them to drop to her ankle. Finally lifting them into her hand on the end of one of her feet.

She held them up in the air for a second on the end of her finger and then dropped the deep red satin panties on the table next to my fries. I snatched them up and slipped them into my pocket.

Through the gap in the table, I could just see the delicate slit of her smooth pussy in the shadows beneath the edge of her dress as she again slowly opened her legs wider.

Her hand dropped and started to gently stroke her outer lips. Her eyes never left mine, and I watched as her mouth hung open slightly too far; the only hint of her excitement was her chest, which was now rising and falling faster as she tried to retain any moans or signs of her stimulation.

She licked her lips and said simply, “You really, really need to take me home and fuck me now!”

We left very quickly.

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