Let my Lips Kiss You

The character called "little one" is based on myself -- I'm 51. "Sir" is a lovely fantasy.
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"Your little one's lips
Want so badly to
Kiss you, Sir," she
Pleaded in a
Small voice as she
Caressed her sensitive cleft.

With her head bowed meekly,
She gently fingered her
Dewy lips,
Wet and slick with nectar,
Hanging down like
Petals on a flower --
Hot, throbbing, swollen petals,
Full of longing and lust,
Aching to kiss her
Lover's glorious, thick cock.

"Come here, little one,"
Sir demanded sternly as he
Grabbed her shoulders and
Pulled her against his chest,
Capturing his possession in
His strong arms.

He cupped her
Ass cheeks in his
Large hands,
Squeezing,
Exploring,
Feeling tight muscles
Beneath soft flesh,
Pressing her delicate curves against
His hardness.

"Now bend over and
Grab your ankles,"
Sir commanded coldly.
"You've been a
Bad girl."

"Yes, Sir," she quavered as she
Spread her legs and
Reached for her ankles, her
Taut ass high in the air, her
Pussy on full display behind her.

She felt and heard the
Whistle of air
Before Sir's crop
Smacked each cheek;
He struck her again and again,
Leaving stinging, hot flesh.

Then she screamed as she
Felt his leather crop
Strike her soft, wet lips,
Over and over as her
Small body shook.

Her ass and pussy,
Hot and tender to touch,
Could hardly bear the strikes,
Yet mixed with pain was such
Pleasure that she felt dreamily elated,
As if she were floating.

Cleansing tears began
Pouring down her face when a
Rush of repentant sorrow
Flooded her soul.

"I've been bad, Sir," she wailed.
"Please forgive your little one."
And she crumpled to the ground.

Sir kissed her wet face and
Lifted her up tenderly,
Carrying her in his
Protective arms.

She clasped her hands behind
His neck and
Wrapped her legs around
His waist and
Felt contented in
Sir's embrace,
Like a wee child sheltered
Safely from the world.

Her arousal grew as her
Tender pussy rubbed against
His veiny, hard cock, her
Lips kissing it softly as she
Swayed gently in his arms.

She wiggled her hips until his
Large, smooth, plum head
Nestled against her tunnel, and she
Sighed deeply,
Slowly exhaling until she had
No breath left in her lungs.

Sir and little one held still,
Not breathing,
Gazing into each other's eyes, her
Sex burning hot and wet with
Aching anticipation and
Hunger for
Him.

Then Sir thrust his hardness
Up into his little one, and she
Gasped as he slid inside the
Moist, soft secret place he
Owned and knew so well.

Her labia embraced his cock,
Stretched tightly around its large girth,
Kissing and caressing it,
As his shaft slid up and down
Between her slippery lips,
Kissing the length from its head
All the way to her lover's
Wonderful, hanging, engorged balls,
so
Full of
Life-giving seed.

Swaying,
Moaning,
Whimpering,
She cried out passionately.
"Oh, fuck, Sir, oh, fuuuck!"

Sir suddenly laid his little one on the
Bed with her
Legs spread wide and
Grabbed her hands; he
Held her arms above her head, and
With a growl he
Thrust into her with all his
Masculine strength.

He groaned loudly, and
His little one whimpered
Almost continuously with deep longing,
Their fucking sounds blending together
As they made the
Most beautiful music.

Their sounds crescendoed until
Reaching a fever pitch and finally
They both came --
He ejaculated his
Hot seed deep inside her as she
Squeezed his shaft,
Tightly hugging it,
Stretched to the limit,
So satisfied, so full,
Forgiven and joyfully kissing
Sir's cock with her lips.