Learning about Basketball

First story , all comments and advice welcome!

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"Face down, ass up," you say. You sound confident for someone who hasn't done this before, and I know I'm already wet.

"Are you sure about this, Justin?" You slap my ass hard, and I let out a yelp.

"It's 'sir' to you, slut."

"Yes, sir," I pout, as you take your belt and wrap it around my wrists.

"Not too tight, right?" you ask, and I nod.

"Yes s-" I'm cut off as you grab my panties and roughly yank them down to around my knees. I can't help but moan as you trace your finger up my slit, and I can hear the smirk in your voice.

"Christ, I've barely touched you and you're soaked. Who's a horny little girl?"

I'm glad you can't see me blush, and I keep quiet. You spank me again, harder.

"Answer me when I talk to you, slut." You take my panties off completely, and I feel so exposed.

"I am, sir."

"You are... what?"

"I'm a horny little girl, sir." My face is red against the cool sheets.

"I can't hear you."

"Aye aye, captain!"

I don't think you appreciate my spongebob jokes. I think I'm hilarious. Regardless, you shove my panties in my mouth, and I try to growl at you in protest.

You focus again on my soaking pussy, shoving two fingers in, and my indignation is out the window. I fucking love it when you stretch me out, and I'm already moaning around the panties in my mouth. I can taste my own juices on them, and the humiliation only turns me on more.

In just a few minutes, I'm ready to cum. I start whimpering loudly, trying to beg and hoping you'll give me permission.

"Aww, does someone need to cum?"

Yes!

You pull your fingers out.

"Too bad."

What? I let out a muffled yelp of surprise. I was so close!

You walk over to the chair next to the bed and sit. Then you pull out your laptop, and place it on the bed next to me, starting it up. I whimper. There's no way you could be this mean. You look over at me.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

I whimper louder. You literally know what's wrong.

"Oh. Did you wanna see too?" You tilt the laptop slightly so I can see the screen. There's a basketball game going. I'm infuriated. You could've at least chosen a good sport- I don't know anything about basketball.

"You know what's going on, right?" You slowly start explaining the rules of the game, and as you do, your hand wanders back to my pussy. You start gently rubbing my clit in little circles. The tone of your voice is so condescending, and I hate how it turns me on more. Soon I'm humping back at your hand, desperate for more stimulation. Your focus is on the game though, which adds to the humiliation.

After someone scores or something (I'm really not paying attention) there's a break for ads, and you casually walk behind me.

I hear you unzip your pants. As i try to see what you're doing, I feel the tip of your hard cock rubbing up and down my pussy. A pickle commercial is on. If my mind wasn't occupied I'd probably laugh at that.

You slowly push in, and I can't help but gasp and bite down on the fabric in my mouth. You're so fucking big.

I whimper, trying to beg you to be gentle, and I think you get it, which I'm grateful for. normally I'd want it hard and fast, but you're genuinely the biggest I've ever had. You bottom out, and I'm so full. It's my favorite feeling in the whole world. You give me a few seconds to adjust, before slowly withdrawing almost all the way out.

You torture me with a few more deep, slow thrusts, and it's so fucking good. All too quickly, the game is back on, and you leisurely withdraw, pulling your pants back up. You sit down.

I whine as loudly as I can, letting you know that I am not pleased with the situation. You look at me. I give you my best puppy dog eyes. You look back at the screen.

This is not how this is supposed to go.

I watch the tall men dribble the ball and score the goal or whatever. You're really into it, which is nice I guess. I mostly want you really into me.

Another commercial break. The first one is for the new kia soul. What an ugly car. As I'm thinking this, you're behind me again, and shove yourself in me much less gently this time. My nerves are on fire. Every little movement brings me closer and I start moaning. It's muffled, but you can tell from the way I'm clenching down on you that i'm close again already.

"Do you wanna cum, sweetheart?" I nod vigorously. You pull out again and flip me over. Climbing on top of me, you pull the panties out of my mouth.

"Beg for it."

"Please sir, please I-"

You start fucking my face. Normally this is one of my favorite things, but you've edged me close to tears and I just want to cum so bad.

I think you use my mouth through the whole period or quarter or whatever the fuck it's called. Your attention is mostly on the game, and my attention is mostly on trying to breathe.

You reach behind and gather up my juices on two fingers. As you pull out of my mouth, you wipe them all over my face.

"Good girl."

Despite everything, I still wiggle at the praise. Then I remember I'm supposed to be upset.

"You're being so mean, sir," I say, in my saddest voice.

"What's wrong?" you ask, smirking. "Did you want something?"

"I need to cum so bad. Please?"

"You do? Why didn't you just say so?" In a flash you're back between my legs. One of your hands is rubbing my clit, the other is pinching one of my nipples hard, and it's almost instantaneous.

"Please please please please," I don't care that I'm begging, or that it's almost unintelligible, I've just been on edge for almost an hour and

"You can cum."

It's what i've been waiting for. I explode hard, and there's stars, and probably rainbows and unicorns too. All of that build up might have totally been worth this, even if you'd never get me to admit it.

The orgasm lasts a long time, and you're prolonging it, still fucking me hard. I start to come down. Except you're still fucking me hard.

The first one was a build up. The second one was a surprise party. I swear there's confetti. You're still thrusting through the second time I cum. Then the third.

"Justin, can I have a second? Sir?" I get out my plea in between moans.

You don't even acknowledge it. The stimulation is a lot, and everything is blurring together. The fourth and fifth orgasm are fireworks. The sixth is a molotov cocktail. I start to run out of metaphors.

I'm too sensitive and try to wriggle away, but I'm still tied up.

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" You simply grab me by the ankles and slam back into me.

"It's too much, sir," I manage to get out.

"I thought you needed to cum so bad, baby. I just wanna make sure you get enough since you were waiting so long."

"You're so considerate," I say, in between your hard thrusts.

"See, you're still a mouthy little brat. That means I haven't fucked your brains out yet."

You keep going. and going. and going.

And i'm begging but at one point you shove the panties back in my mouth and flip me over again and I'm just a set of holes for you to fuck as long and hard as you want, no matter how sensitive I get.

Finally, you pull out, and I can feel your huge load spurting out over my ass.

"What a good girl," you say. I'm limp, but still manage to wiggle at the praise.

"Ready for round two?"

What?

You position yourself against me, and I can tell you're already hard again.

There's no way.

You shove yourself back in me.

I need to look up when basketball season ends.

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