You’re standing by the bed, bent over, your arms straight, your weight resting on your hands. Your legs are spread. I’m behind you. You’re naked.

When I told you to bed over, you didn’t know what I was going to do. You felt my arm tighten around your stomach and hold you against me, felt the roughness of my jeans against your ass, and my bare chest pressed against your back as I leaned forward to kiss your shoulder. And then my hand between your legs, my fingers opening you and exploring you while my arm around you held you tightly.

Your legs began to tremble then, while I was slowly thrusting my fingers into you, slowly circling your clitoris, lightly stroking you. The pressure of my palm felt good against the mound of your pussy, and was almost enough to lift you on to your toes when I thrust my fingers in and pulled you hard back against me.

When I let you go but told you to stay still, you wondered what would come next. You felt my foot roughly push your legs wider, and suddenly you felt more vulnerable, your pussy and your ass exposed to me. Then, again, my hand reaching around you and my fingers slipping into your pussy–but this time, you feel my other hand on your bottom, spreading you, and one finger slowly circling your ass, begin to enter you, and now you know what’s going to happen.

“Be still, Kitten,” I tell you again, and you gasp “yes, Sir” and grasp the sheets tightly in your hand as you feel the head of my cock pressing against your ass. I’ve never taken you this way standing up, and you’re afraid. You know I’ll be careful, but you’re still afraid.

“You remember what to say if it’s too much, too fast, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer. You feel my grip tighten on your hips, and then the pressure and pain of my cock entering you so slowly, so very slowly. You moan and gasp for air, feel me pause, and then my fingers dig into you again as I slowly pull you back against me, driving my cock deeper into you. My other hand is still between your legs, my fingers still in your pussy, and the slow rhythmic thrusting in and out of your pussy matches the more gentle thrusting into your ass.

Your legs begin to bend, and you feel a sharp slap across your bottom. “Keep standing, Kitten. You can’t kneel yet. You’re going to stand here until you come, with my cock deep in your ass. Understand, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer, but I can see that it’s hard for you to support yourself right now, and I bend my legs slightly to press them against the backs of your thighs and take a little weight off of yours. I don’t know if you notice. I won’t let you collapse. I’ll tell you to make yourself come in just a few minutes. And then I’ll let you rest.

But now I’m enjoying this too much, my fingers in your pussy and my cock sliding slowly deeper into your ass–and I’m proud of the way you’re taking it so well.