Waiting

You sent me a message.

bowed down 3You told me to get ready: to take off all my clothes; to open the front door; to wait, ready in my lounge room, on my hands and knees with my face to the floor and my ass in the air, towards the front door; and to stuff my cunt with the largest dildo that I owned.

I excitedly groomed myself as directed.

And I waited.

In my eagerness to be ready, I was early. So I waited.

I knew that you intended to come in and leave the door open. I knew that you intended to come in and, if you so wished, to use me then and there. I knew that you intended to come in and, if you so wished, to fuck my asshole.

So I waited.

I was becoming anxious and panicky: not because you weren’t here yet but because I had never had a cock in my ass before. My last boyfriend had put his finger in my ass. I had experimented alone with a small butt plug and a lot of lube. I had experimented alone with a larger butt plug and a lot of lube. I had experimented alone with an even larger butt plug and a lot of lube. But I had never had a cock in my ass before.

So I waited.

 

5 thoughts on “Waiting

  1. So, waiting is had for you Pandora, maybe Sir is doing it to humiliate you and wait for someone else to come in and fuck your now dripping pussy. Just maybe.

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