She stood there leaning on the dressing table with both hands. I stood there and watched her. My dick got hard, and I was trying to come out of the to...el. She looked at me.Selena: Don’t just stand there. Come here and comb your hair.I couldn’t say anything. I slowly went towards her. Her hips were slowly moving as if inviting me. I went and stood behind her. My hard dick was just inches away from her ass. I got nervous.Me: Where’s the comb?Selena: It’s on the table, honey. Can’t you see it?She. I was still blindfolded so I couldn’t see what you were doing; all I could tell was you had a ranging hard-on that was digging into my stomach –I couldn’t wait to taste it. I felt the first strike of the cane hit my buttocks. I screamed out in pain. You hit me again and then stopped after I screamed once again. “My dear sub, what’s the matter, you wanted to be taught a lesson, am I not doing that? Oh and we must start again because you haven’t counted. I want you to say I’m sorry for. .. " and she didn't complete whatever she planned to say as I directed my knob between the soft, swollen lower lips. "Haannhhh," she sighed as I entered the snug, wet well, thrilling to the feel of her velvety cuntflesh surrounding my tool. "Unngh!" she grunted with a hot outrush of breath when the head of my cock bumped her cervix and, with a firm lunge, I embedded the last inch of thick cock into the depths of her vagina."Darling... Oohhh sweetheart," I moaned with delight, "That feels so. Finally, I was 21 and old enough to legally buy alcohol. And once the first vodka burn passed down my throat and I really got an eyeful of cleavage in push-up bras from the various hotties around me, it was an easy matter to get my adrenaline (and thus my effect) racing.Only a few minutes after I'd arrived, arousal levels had significantly gone up in the female population of this bar. And I decided to head for the girl I thought would be the easiest. I liked a challenge, but this was a serious.