The Teddy Text Trouble - Sex Stories

The Teddy Text Trouble

She was at home waiting for HIM to come home from work. She was wearing a new lace teddy that hugged her curves just right. It showed off her ample breasts, hugged her tight waist and well lose across her hips, showing her ass when she moved the slightest bit.

She knew she was supposed to leave him alone when he was at work. His job was very important and he had to focus, but she was lonely, bored, and horny home alone. She sauntered into the bedroom and admired herself in the full-length mirror. She was happy with what she saw as she ran her hands along her body starting my cupping her breasts and moving down to her hips. She was blessed with an hourglass figure any woman would kill for. Her outfit was missing something. She walked to her closet and grabbed a pair of black stiletto heels, slipped them on and braved her phone on the way back to her mirror. She snapped a few sexy pictures and sent them to him. She locked her phone with a devious grin knowing he would see the photos and not be able to think of anything else.

She hadn’t heard anything back when an hour later she heard the door open. He was home and she felt herself get wet with excitement ready for him. When he walked in he wasn’t wearing the smile she had hoped. He was angry.

“You know I cannot be bothered at work, but you still send sexy pictures like a little slut. Do you want me to make a mistake?”

She realized her mistake as she processed his anger. “I’m sorry, I was just lonely and wanted you to come home to me” she replied.

“So you risked my job because you’re a horny girl that can’t control herself until I get home?”

She knew was in was in for a hell of a punishment tonight when he pulled a dining room chair into the middle of the living room.

“Get your ass over her across my knee, if you’re going to act like a naughty slut, I’m going to punish you like a naughty slut.”

She crossed the room to his side, dripping wet as she realized what was about to happen. When she stood next to him he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down across his lap. With her ass in the air and her hands on the floor, he started to spank her with his bare hand. Her lace thong offered no protection from his blows. He spent ten minutes alternating smacks on her firm and now red ass.

“Naughty girls don’t get to wear panties,” he told her as he grabbed her thong around her hips and peeled it down her legs. He dropped them on the floor in front of her.

“Spread for legs for me, I want to see how wet you are.”

She complied, moving her legs apart and he reached between them and slipped one then two fingers inside her. Moving them in and out slowly then faster making her moan. She couldn’t handle it, she needed a sweet release but she knew he wouldn’t let her cum yet.

“You’re a naughty girl, getting excited by your punishment. Stand up, bend over and grab the seat of the chair.”

She did has he asked her legs shaking when she tried to stand. She bent over and grabbed ...