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I gave her ass a firm spank when she didn’t answer.

“I asked you a question, Amanda.”

“Yes, sir,” she said breathlessly. “It feels so good.”

I pried her ass cheeks apart and stared at the dripping wet pink trench between her wide-open pussy lips. She was so ready for me. Ready to have me inside of her, but I wanted to tease her a bit. Turnabout was fair play, after all.

I slipped two of my fingers easily inside of her from behind. She cried out as I gently wormed them up to the last knuckle.

“Your pussy is so warm and slippery for me.”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped.

“I bet you’re really close to coming right now, aren’t you?”

I used my free fingers to rub her swollen clit. Her cries grew sharper in pitch, more urgent as I worked her pussy over inside and out.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice quivering like a leaf in the wind.

“Well, you’re not allowed to come unless I say so. You have to ask me for permission. Do you understand?”

“Oooh,” she moaned as I slid my fingers around inside of her luscious pussy. “Yes, sir.”

I thrust my fingers in and out like a cock, worming another onein with the first two. I leaned over her and kissed the back of her neck, pleasuring her pussy with my fingers. When I nibbled her earlobe, she cried out over the deep blue sea.

“Oh fuck! Can I come yet?”

“No,” I said.

She let out a long, whimpering moan and shivered against me. She ground herself against my fingers, growing more and more desperate.

“Oh God, let me come, please,” she cried.

“Not yet.”

“You’re such a priiiiick,” she cried.

“Did you just come?”

“No,” she gasped.

“You better not have, or I’ll have to spank you.”

She let out a long, undulating moan.

“Please,” she groaned, grinding herself on my fingers. “Please let me come.”

“In a minute,” I said. “Now, when I tell you to come, I want you to say something really, really dirty. Understand?”

“Yes,” she cried.

“All right, come!”

“Oh God! Fuck my dirty pussy!”

Her body shivered and her cry pierced the calm sound of the ocean waves. Amanda half-collapsed against the railing, her legs trembling as if they struggled to bear her weight.

“Okay,” I said, honoring her request. I stood up and undid my fly, then pulled her up by the hips until she stood straight enough for my entry.