Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled I Love…..”.  Dear Sir, Discard your inhibition.Cast your boundaries aside.Immerse yourself in pleasure’s infinite variety..Embrace your carnal hunger..Dive into your insatiable greed..Take what you want.. Give what I need.

Are you ready? It’s time to begin.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Love Salty Vixen. Let’s Begin…

“I love sucking your cock,” I said, as you grasped my hair and forced my lips away from your throbbing member.

“Do you?” You asked, a smile in your voice. I was drunk with Southern Comfort, drunk with love, drunk with submission.

“Yes, My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir.”

You forced my face to your balls again and I sucked hard, drunk with the taste of you.

“What else do you love?” You asked after a moment, watching me, knelt between your knees and working you with my tongue. You pulled my hair again so that I was facing up at you and waited for an answer. I didn’t even have to think.

“I love it when you throat fuck me.” My nails scratched up your thighs. “I love it when you cum in my ass.”

“And which do you love more?”

This time, I paused. I knew the truth, but I didn’t know if it was what you wanted to hear.

“Well?”

“Sir, I can’t pick one of the other. I love them both so much.”

“That’s my little slut.” You stood and dragged by my wrist into the bedroom, forcing me on all fours on the bed, over your rock-hard cock. I was hungry for you and licked my lips, waiting for your permission.

You spanked me, hard, and my ass stung like fire. You pushed my head down, pulling back quickly, again and again, forcing me to throat fuck you. I gasped as you continued to spank me, hard, and I nibbled at your cock with more bite than I usually do, which made you groan out loud with pain and pleasure.

“Spread your legs wider,” you commanded, and when I did, you slapped my pussy, hard. I yelped and tears filled my eyes, but my cunt grew wetter and wetter. “Don’t stop sucking, slut,” you said.

As I deep throated your cock, you began to play with my ass hole, alternating spanking and forcing your fingers into me. More than a few times, I cried out, and I felt myself aching to orgasm. You stopped slapping and rubbed me tenderly for a moment. “Does my little slut have to orgasm?”

“Yes, Sir,” I panted, and you spanked my pussy again, even harder than before, plunging fingers into me.

“Cum,” you growled, low and primal.

I screamed to an orgasm, and you pushed my open mouth onto your cock again, silencing my cries. You filled my throat and I gagged. Releasing my head, you spanked me again.

“Spread your ass open.” You rolled out from under me and plunged your cock, slick from my saliva, into my ass. I buried my face in a pillow, screaming, as you fucked me hard, and I felt you cum into me. You groaned with pleasure, your pumps dying down, and, breathing heavily, we sunk into one another, tangled and sweaty and exhausted and wonderful. Your cum dripped from my ass and mine had made your fingers sticky, but for the moment, we didn’t care. We just held one another, in love.