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Cat’s Meow ~ Ch. 02 ~ Bad Girls Don’t Cum

Date: 7/10/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: BareLeAWriter, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

responding to her. Feeling me against her, she laughed, reached around, grabbed my still swollen member, and pulled me to follow her under the shower spray. We were now on equal terms, and I squeezed some soap into my hands and started soaping her shoulders. As I reached her breasts, I could not help but firmly lift each one and pull her thick nipples as I massaged the soap onto them. She softly moaned, they yielded little to my fingers, and I felt my cock pulse as I squeezed them. She responded by taking some soap and rubbing it across my chest, down over my stomach and around my groin. She teased me by not touching my already firm cock. My hands were by then massaging her firm cheeks, and so I continued to her pussy, delicately trimmed with only a sexy triangle of soft brown hair over her slit. Sliding my fingers inside her firm mound, I found her inner lips still warm to my touch. I yearned for her sweet pussy and knelt, pulled her butt closer, my face against her pussy lips as the warm water streamed over my shoulders. I softly kissed her lips and slid my tongue inward to find her nub already firmly aroused. She moaned as my lips pulled her into my mouth, my tongue ran circles around her nub and her hands suddenly found my head, clasping me tightly. I reached up, clasped both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back. "Lock your fingers," I said as I pulled her hands together. "What? But, I want to feel you... Why?" she responded looking down in my eyes. "Because ... I said so...” I paused then added, “Bad girls don't cum. Now lock your fingers together." She could see from my expression that I did mean it, and after a moment of hesitation, I felt her fingers slowing locking behind her back. Satisfied, I released my clasp on her wrists, stood, and looked down in her lovely expectant face. "I would never limit you as you did with me, so you may speak, but only if you are responding to my question, and although you may freely moan, you are not allowed to do more unless I permit it…” I paused. “And remember… Bad girls don't cum." Her expression told me everything I wanted, she stood silent, waiting, a faintly puzzled smile on her lips as she watched my eyes. Then as if everything were normal, I went back to soaping her body, she stood there, realizing the restraint she was in. She was neither tied, nor bound in any way but her own. She was free to release her fingers, but understood the consequences. In a sense she was subservient to her own overwhelming passion. Satisfied, I finally asked her, "Do you understand?" She looked downward, silently nodded then responded, "Yes, Greg," she said softly. "What?" I looked down into her eyes as sternly as I could muster. "Yes...” She paused, then added, “Sir." Satisfied, I reached over and turned the water off, stepped out and then looked back, she was still looking downward. "Come here." She obediently stepped out of the shower and stood on the bathroom rug. I reached over, took a fluffy towel and ...