[majinman]

As soon as you get off the plane and reach me, I yank your thong up, so everyone can see. It makes you uncomfortable, it makes sure everyone that sees and knows what you're here for, and it turns me on. Once we get to the parking lot, your hands get cuffed behind your back, forcing out those delicious tits straining that see-through shirt. As we get to my car, you turn around, and beg for a spanking. You had naughty thoughts on the plane, and need to be punished. I oblige, reddening your ass for you. I parked away from lights, near the back of the lot, but your yelping is clearly audible, as well as the crack of my hand against your delicious ass. The yelps earned you a few more. I switch your cuffs to the front so you can sit in the car and instruct you to take your bra off. You earn a slap and two more spanks for that. You should know better. For the entire ride home, my fingers are buried in your pussy. You writhe in pleasure, your tits flopping out of your shirt after a few minutes in your struggles. We arrive at my apartment with you a sweaty mess, and my car seat wet. I march you into my apartment building, tits exposed for all to see, pants sliding down, exposing more and more of your sexy ass. In the elevator, I kiss you for the first time, biting your lip hard enough to make you moan again in pleasure. On my floor, you walk all the way down the hall to my floor, spreading your legs to try and keep pants up that are almost halfway down your ass, exposing a red handprint. Once we're in my apartment, your pants fall all the way off and you immediately try to drop to your knees. You're very hungry for cock; it was a long flight, and the ride to my place didn't really help. I haul you up by your hair and drag you to the balcony. I've always wanted a bj on the balcony, in the moonlight. After several minutes of you throating my dick, you look up to me and beg for me to free your hands, to better service me. A hard slap rings out, my hand imprinted on your face, and you redouble your efforts on my dick. After another few minutes, I pull you back by your hair, slap you again, and tell you to sit there. Stepping out of my pants and boxers, I go back into my apartment for a moment while you sit there, sweaty and panting with the exertion you're giving to servicing my dick with your mouth. I come back out, looking grim. "Because you couldn't behave yourself on the plane, and because you were wearing a bra, you need to be bound tighter." I pull you up by your hair, spin you around so your titties are facing the world, and, leaving the handcuffs on, bind you at the elbows behind your back, as well. Pulling your head back by the hair, I kiss and bite your neck, while pinching and kneading a nipple. You writhe, your hands desperately trying to grab at my cock as it pokes your back and ass. Trying to grab to play with, or jerk off, or just to hold, as the hand playing with your nipples traces down your body to begin fingering you. Two fingers, then three, flashing in to and out of your juicy-wet pussy. You cum almost immediately from all the pent-up excitement.