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A dirty Treat

I never know what Mr H plans when we play, he has control of that, but this time he pulled out all the stops, spanking and anal, all the things I love.

A spanking.

He tucked my hair behind my left ear and his hand trailed down my neck to my breast and pinched my nipple. I gasped at the unexpected pain and I looked up at him.  His other hand reached for my other nipple and he squeezed that one too – hard.  The pain was exquisite, as he tugged on my nipples my pussy reacted, my clit swelled, I could feel it, and my heart skipped. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me tenderly, his lips soft on mine, before moving to kiss along my chin towards my ear .  One hand cupped my chin turning my head to one side, he trailed kisses down my neck to the sensitive curve where my neck meets my shoulder. He sank his teeth into my skin, just the way I like it.


His other hand spanked my backside, and I jumped.  The sound bounced off the walls as the sting of his hand on my skin sank in.

Smack. Smack. Smack

Three more times he spanked the same cheek, the sound echoed in my head and my backside stung from the heat.  He didn’t stop kissing and biting my neck, despite my body reacting to each blow.  My head started to spin,as the endorphins rushed through my body.   He let go of my chin and I swayed against his body, his hard cock pressed into my stomach, which turned me on even more.  He turned my head to the other side and bit my neck again as he began to spank the other cheek.

Smack, smack, smack, smack.

My legs buckled momentarily on the last blow and he held my body up.  I was drifting already, willing to do anything if he asked it of me.  My pussy throbbed; I wanted him inside me.  He turned me around so he could hold me back against his body, keeping me upright with a hand around my neck.  I could feel his cock and wanted desperately to stroke his length but, he gripped me tightly, and turned slightly so he could spank me again, and again, and again. I didn’t count of the number of times he spanked me, lost as I was in the moment.

Abruptly he stopped and guided me towards the bed, my legs were uncooperative, they had turned to jelly.  He bent me over the bed firmly with his hand in the middle of my back, and gently he stroked down my spine and over bottom.  “Are you OK?” he murmured.

“Yes,” I sighed in response.

He spanked me again, harder than before.  Two, three, four times more.  Alternating so both sides received his attention. The sting increased as each blow landed, my bum cheeks burned, the fire increased  and knowing I couldn’t take much more I cried out, “yellow!” He paused, stroking me again letting the sting subside.  After a short time he asked me again “are you OK?” And, I responded “yes.”

The sting of the flogger took me by surprise.  I knew he planned to use them but it was unexpected and my bum was already sensitive.  I cried out when it became too much and he asked me again if I was OK.  I responded “yes,” and he continued.

When he stopped again I thought he would help me onto the bed and begin after care.  Instead I heard a drawer open.  Unable to fight my mind, as the endorphins flooded through my body, I let it drift away.  Vague sounds registered.  A wrapper being opened.  A snap – gloves? Bathed in happy chemicals I was not entirely aware of what was going on around me until he parted my bum cheeks and covered my bum hole in lubricant.  Several things clicked into place at once.  Not gloves, a condom.

I felt the tip of him against my hole, and a familiar heat spread though my body, a pulse in my cunt wanton and desperate for him.  I wanted him so badly, and I willed my body to relax and take him in.  He eased his cock into me, and the initial discomfort made me cry out again.  But he continued pushing into me, and I felt him fill me, his hips pressed against my bottom telling me he was all the way in.  He withdrew and plunged into me again.  Another moan escaped my lips.

“You like that,” he said as he withdrew a little, “don’t you,” he pushed in again, “my anal slut?” he said the final word timed to the sound of his body hitting mine.  He spanked my backside.  In and out, again and again.  He fucked me and as he did he continued to speak.

“You like being fucked in the arse, don’t you? If your friends could see you now what would they say? Look at you taking it up the arse and loving it.  You are an anal slut aren’t you? You dirty girl. My dirty girl.  Loving me fucking your arse.”

My orgasm came hard and fast.  His words sent my body over the edge quickly and my legs shook with the force of it.  After, my body relaxed and limp on the bed, he withdrew and removed the condom.  He returned to me and thrust into my cunt, he fucked me then hard and fast until he came.

After we lay on the bed, my cunt twitching from the fucking and the orgasm, my mind free and relaxed.

I thanked him and he squeezed me to him and replied “you asked for a dirty treat.”

I thanked him again, because it had definitely been that, a very dirty, and hot, treat.

Sweetgirl x

Sweet Autumn Rose  


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  1. Hot story, brought back some nice memories of a girlfriend long ago that craved that. Nice Black Friday Gift, btw, you look fab.

  2. Thank you, and for once this one is real ❤❤

  3. Oh my, this is incredibly hot and had me keeping my breath from beginning to end. Wow!

    Rebel xox

  4. This was really hot and although it was written as a story, I had a feeling that it was real. 🙂

  5. quinnrhodes says:

    Reading this really was a dirty treat – hot and delicious!

  6. That was incredibly hot! Love anal and the dirty talk makes it even better.

  7. Very nice image! I love when a spanking turns into something more. 🙂

  8. Spanking and anal. That’s a great evening. And a great story and image too.

  9. Great work Sweet!

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