She crawls over and begs you to slap and spit on her

You expect Caroline to start gathering her clothes and getting dressed. You don't really even notice at first that she's slipping her panties off, down her thick thighs, and long legs.

When you do notice, you freeze, staying seated right where you are.

She starts to crawl over, slowly, on all fours.

Your mind races. Is she serious? Is she really doing this? After all you've just said? After all this time? You realize that this requires not only total commitment from her, but total commitment from you as well.

You know you're willing. You have to be.

Her piercing eyes stare up at you as she finally reaches her destination at your feet. She sits back on her heels, kneeling before you.

She takes a deep breath.

"Please sir, slap me and spit on me."

You don't do anything. For months now you've been telling her she would have to beg, and you intend on making her.

She doesn't realize this. And a look of confusion washes over her face. This respectable older woman suddenly seems very much at your desire. "Please!" she says, "Please. do it! Slap me. hard. Spit on me. Make me submit."

You just sit.

"I want it!" She says, bouncing with anticipation, her breasts jiggling. "I want everything that you say. I want more."

You sit.

"You have to!" she insists. "You have to claim me!" And suddenly, you see it in her eyes, she realizes she's getting a little too demanding for someone begging to be a submissive. She lowers her head. "I mean... slap me and spit on me whenever you like sir. I exist to please you. Do with me what you want, when you want."

And finally you act. You reach over and grab her long hair, pulling her head back. She gasps in delight. And you spit on her face. Your spittle lands right in her left eye. She lets out a little moan as the wetness hits her skin. Then you slap her hard across the cheek. She smiles.

"When I do this to you, it means you've pleased me." You say. "If I am gentle to you, you are being punished. Do you understand?"

Her small smile grows. "Yes sir." Then she sits down on her ass and takes a deep breath. "I think... I think despite my success in life, I've just grown bored. There's nothing more for me in the real world. And nothing has ever made me feel as turned on as...."

You reach for her, grab her hair again, slide your thick cock from your boxers and thrust her face onto your member, pushing it deep into her throat.

At first she's shocked, but quickly she eases into it, first bobbing on your member, letting it fuck her throat, spittle sliding out from the corners of her mouth down your shaft, then holding her head still, and letting you thrust yourself into her.

You feel her throat tighten. She starts to gag, her body shudders and wretches. You know what that means. Time to thrust harder.

She starts to make a noise a "gah. gah. gah. gah" ask your cock hits her tonsils, letting you have your way with her body. She's learning. She's understanding. You can feel her whole body tense and flex as your cock fucks her throat.

And finally you pull your member from her mouth, and shoot your jizz all across her face.

It's a beautiful sight, her pretty face covered in your jizz... a total sweaty mess. She sits back panting.

"Sucking, fucking, swallowing, lick, and saying 'yes' that's what your mouth is for. Understand" You say.

She nods, realizing she'd been talking too much. Understanding.

"Good." You say, "Now I have a request. And I think I know what your answer will be."