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The voucher (part 3)Anja walked to the stairs on legs that felt a little wobbly. Last night had been fun, but full of red wine, and she rarely drank. There had been no more sex, even though she had been kind of in the mood for more. When they had reached the bedroom, she had fallen asleep almost at once. Now she was wearing the t-shirt he had been sleeping in, and a very light make-up. Her short, blonde hair was still wet from the shower. She was also wearing her comfy slippers. She hated having cold feet.Paul was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She had to stand on her toes in order to kiss him. Then she hurried downstairs, to do some more laundry. It was almost a brunch. Paul had taken the time to scramble eggs and fry bacon; the yoghurt was topped with a fresh strawberry and while they ate, they chatted as they would have been doing on their daily commutes. She did most of the talking…“You…education will commerce as soon as we are done here..” he said when she was drinking her second glass of orange juice. “Oh…okay” she said, the put the glass down and sat very straight on her chair, without even thinking about doing that. All he had to do, was say the one sentence. Then he went from being something resembling a boyfriend to being a mix of her teacher and employer. One little sentence that made her heart beat a little faster. She folded her hands around her mug of tea. She glanced at the watch above the door. Ten past 9. She could not remember the last time she had been up this early on a Saturday morning. “Can I say something?“Yes, of cause, Anja….“Well…just remember that I am…not the most….experienced woman my age…“You said so last night…They had eye contact for a few seconds, then she looked at a point next to his right ear. “Last night was…the kinkiest i´ve ever done…“You just need to learn that when you are with the right man, it is absolutely okay to be a kinky slut…She gasped softly.“I…shall try to find my…inner slut, Paul” she said with a voice that didn´t sound quite normal. He moved his chair back from the table and put both his calf’s up on the tabletop. “Come here, Anja…She rose so quickly she knocked her chair over. Trying to find out weather to put it back up or to do as he had asked. She did the later. “First rule around here” he said, pulling out in the t-shirt,” is that you either look like a classy lady or a…harlot…“Okay, Paul…Then he tied the t-shirt into a knot, just below her navel. “Second rule is that I provide all meals and you do the pendik escort cleaning up…“Okay, Paul…She began to clear the table while he was checking something on his phone. She was not sure that he was even watching her, even though she was practically naked. When she had filled the dishwasher, she wiped the table. He was still ignoring her. She leaned her behind against the kitchen counter, folded her arms below her bosom and her legs at the ankles. “I´ve been thinking…It is okay if you want to call me…a…whore…She said quietly. “Good…“At least as long as it´s part of my…training, Paul..“Good…His eyes were still on the phone. Her´s was upstairs, charging on the bed stand. She looked over her shoulder, at the window. A light rain was falling outside. “Turn around, Anja…” he finally said, tapping on the phone a few times more, while she spun around. Then she placed her elbows on the counter. Her heart had begun to beat faster now. She heard the sound of his chair being moved on the tiled floor. “Can you part your legs for me, please?…he asked, but she knew that it was not really a question. Without hesitation she moved her legs as much as she could. Should she start calling his “sir” or something like that?She had never been in a similar situation. “Ahh” she gasped and nearly jumped as he gently put both his warm hands on her hips. “Such a lovely body….Anja lifted her head from the counter top, put both her hands under her chin. Her head was almost up against the wall. “You just need the right…training…That also made her gasp. She could hear his phone pinging with an incoming mail or text message. Some of the rules apparently only applied to her. “So that you can…service your man at any time…No one had ever talked to her in that way or that tone. Yet, she knew that it was part their play, of her education. “I can make you the perfect mistress, Anja….She could hear that he opened one of the drawers. That surprised her. Was he going to start cooking now?Something cold and hard was gently being pressed against her ass hole. It slowly slid inside her. It could be the handle of a fork or a knife. Some kind of cutlery. “Do you want to become the perfect mistress, Anja?“Yes,” she said softly. “You need to do better, if you want to convince me….She took a deep breath of air. She knew that he was making sure that she was still okay with what he was doing. “I still want you to teach me everything, Paul..“Are you sure?“Yes…i need…this…education” kağıthane escort she said, a little short of breath, “all my friends have tried things that I had to google…She paused when he bend down and kissed the back of her neck.“I shall be your..student and your…well, whore, at least until tomorrow night. Paul.“Even if I…demand things…“Look, how can I stay that I don´t like it if I haven´t tried it? She interrupted, a little impatient. It was easy, since she didn´t have to look at him. He lifted the t-shirt, began kissing her lower back, then her wide hips. “I have tried an immature young man, now I want to try…a dirty old man…He parted her buttocks which made her silent for a few seconds. Kissed the top of the crack, then the insides of her wide hemispheres. “Go on…tell me more about your expectations, Anja…“Well..uhh…His tongue was around her anus. Actually licking her arse. She had seen it on video. She had also just come out of the shower, her hair was still damp. “A..man with a dirty mind…a man that keep on surprising me….And makes me do things I would never do on my own…Her voice was trembling a little with excitement. “I…except you to try…everything I have to…offer…Because I can not get out of this…agreement until tomorrow night…“Do you expect me to be a gentle lover, Anja?“Not all the time!…She could sense that he was doing something with his hand. Like opening a can or a tube containing some kind of lubricant or oil. Then the cutlery fell to the floor with a loud metallic sound. “AHH…“It´s just a fingertip, Anja…“It´s cold…He reached up towards her head, but grabbed one of her hands, lead it downwards and backwards. “I´m gonna concentrate on your rear for now…you can take care of your own things if you want to, Anja…She turned her head and her upper body towards him. Nodded.Then moaned as he put a second finger up her rear. His cock was much larger than two of his fingers. She reached behind her, held her buttocks as wide apart as possible for him. Lay flat across the counter top, her head turned to the side. “Are you sure it will…fit?“Yes…if you are not…squeamish…She gasped. Was there a new roughness in his voice or was she imagining it?His fingers were fucking her rear. Then she heard him opening his jeans. She held her breath for a few seconds. Was he also putting on a condom?“And..we agreed that you need more…education…The fingers slipped out of her. She nodded, her maltepe escort cheek sticking a little to the counter top. Then she frowned. He was doing it!“aaAH..Her moan grew louder as he slowly but persistent pressed his cock against her pour untried ass. “Does it hurt?“YES!“Want me to stop, Anja?She hesitated. Two of her best friends, Camilla and Mie, had both done it and lived to tell about it. “Damn, you´re tight…He was deep inside her. Not fucking her, just being there. He took her hands now. Suddenly he was holding both her wrists in one of his large fists. She realized that she was quite helpless now. She had to trust him. “It hurts” she said softly.“You are my..property now…That made her gasp too. She knew that he could go ahead and just fuck her ass regardless of what she did. Slowly he moved back, almost slipping out of her. “But perhaps you would prefer to spend your Saturday morning doing something else…like cleaning or going to the supermarket…The cock slipped out of her. “No!“No?“I want to learn…aaaaH”Paul penetrated her. A bit faster. She lifted both her feet off the floor. She was helpless, but she somehow still felt safe. “Fuck me” she said with her teeth clenched. Which he did. Slow at first while the pain grew fainter and fainter. Several times his cock slipped out of her rear, but he was quick to penetrate her again. At one point he slackened the grip he had of her wrists. “NO! Don´t “she said“Ha! You like that…“I…i´m your little whore..He pressed his hand between her body and the counter. Began fingering her pussy. She knew he would make her come. But of cause he decided to stop before it came to that. As the cock slid out of her ass, he took a step back.“On your knees, bitch…She gasped as he pulled her of the counter. She landed on the floor with a thud. Her mouth was wide open and she held her hands towards him. They had eye contact. He tore the condom off and held her wrists tight. She took his cock in her mouth. His other hand was on the back of her head, pushing it deep into her mouth, almost making her gag. Showing her who was in charge. “Now…make me come, slut…She looked up at him, as she began to suck him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy. His hand was still on her head, but much looser now. He came surprisingly fast. His ejaculation seemed to go on forever. He let go of her hands, so she held him around his thighs, not letting him go until his cock began to loose its stiffness in her mouth.“Thank you Paul” she said as she got to her feet again. Then she kissed him on the cheek and rushed up to the bathroom. When she came back, Paul was cutting a dish towel into long, thin strips of fabric. “I think you need to be tied up, Anja…She gasped. Now she really was in the deep end.“But..my laundry?“I´ll take care of that…Now, turn around…Which she did.
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