Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Jennifer’s eyes locked onto mine, her lips curling into a teasing, submissive smirk. ”How should you punish me, master?” she purred, her voice dripping with a mix of defiance and longing. Her fingers traced the hem of her dress, slowly inching it up her thighs, revealing the smooth, flawless skin beneath.

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I gripped her waist and yanked her over my lap. The first slap landed hard on her bare ass, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of thunder.

Jennifer gasped, her body jolting forward, her fingers clawing at the carpet. ”Punish you?” I growled, my voice rough with command.

”By reminding you who owns this body, slave.” My hand came down again, harder this time, leaving a pink imprint on her skin. Jennifer let out a sharp cry, her breath hitching as she arched her back, pushing herself into my touch.

”Please, Master!” she whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and something darker—something that sounded like pleasure.

”Have mercy on this worthless slave!” She squirmed against my lap, her body trembling as my hand landed again, the sting radiating through her.

”Mercy?” I scoffed, my hand landing once more, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. ”You don’t deserve mercy. You’ve been a bad girl, Jennifer. And bad girls need to be taught a lesson.”

”Yes, Master!” she cried out, her voice breaking as another slap landed. ”I’ve been bad! Please, punish me more! Make me yours!” Her body trembled, her skin flushed with the heat of my touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

I could see the way her body responded, the way she pressed herself into my hand even as she begged for mercy. ”Strip,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. ”Now. And show me how sorry you are.”

Jennifer didn’t hesitate. She scrambled to her feet, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her dress.

The fabric slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her completely bare before me. Her body was a vision—smooth, shaved skin glistening under the dim light, her pussy already glistening with arousal. ”Look at me, Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling. ”Your slave is ready for her punishment.”

I stripped off my own clothes, my movements quick and deliberate, my eyes never leaving hers. My cock stood hard and throbbing, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. The air between us crackled with tension, the unspoken promise of what was to come hanging heavy in the silence.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, my breath hot against her skin as I pressed my face against her smooth, shaved pussy.

The first touch of my tongue sent a shudder through her body, her fingers tangling in my hair as she let out a desperate moan. ”Aaaaaah, Master... don’t stop,” she begged, her voice thick with need.

I didn’t stop. Instead, I shifted us into a 69 position, Jennifer’s face hovering over my cock as I buried my face between her legs once more. The moment her lips wrapped around me, I groaned, my tongue working desperately against her, tasting every inch of her slick, wet pussy.

Jennifer responded in kind, her mouth moving with a hunger that matched my own. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as my tongue traced lower, teasing the tight, puckered ring of her asshole.

”Master, please!” Jennifer moaned, her voice muffled as she took me deeper into her mouth. ”I can’t—ah!—I can’t take it!” Her body trembled, her thighs quivering as I licked and teased, my fingers digging into her flesh.

”You’ll take what I give you,” I growled, my voice rough with desire. ”And you’ll beg for more.”

Jennifer’s moans grew louder, her body arching into me as she took me deeper, her own tongue swirling around my cock with desperate need. The room filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths, the slick noises of our bodies, and the occasional sharp cry as my fingers dug into her skin.

Her body trembled beneath my touch, every gasp and moan a testament to the control I held over her. Jennifer was mine—completely, utterly, irrevocably mine.

I tightened my grip on her hip, my fingers pressing into her soft flesh. With a swift motion, I brought my hand down hard on her ass. The sharp crack echoed through the room, and Jennifer gasped, her body jolting forward.

My finger, slick with her arousal, pressed firmly against her tight asshole, teasing the entrance. ”You’re mine, Jennifer,” I growled, my voice rough with command. ”Every single inch of you.”

Jennifer let out a breathy moan, her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath. ”Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice thick with submission. ”I’m yours.”

I shifted slightly, guiding my cock toward her lips. ”Open,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.

Jennifer obeyed instantly, her lips parting as I pushed forward. She gagged slightly as I filled her throat, her breath hitching, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she hollowed her cheeks, taking me deeper. A muffled moan escaped her, vibrating around my cock as her eyes watered.

”That’s it,” I groaned, my fingers still teasing her asshole as I thrust gently, feeling her throat tighten around me. ”Take it all, slave. Show me how much you belong to me.”

Jennifer’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with the effort. I could hear her struggling to breathe, her nails digging into my thighs, but she didn’t stop. She took me deeper, her submission absolute, her body completely at my mercy.

I pulled back slightly, allowing her a moment to catch her breath. ”Breathe, Jennifer,” I murmured, my voice thick with approval. ”Such a good girl, taking me like this.”

Jennifer’s eyes met mine, filled with a mix of desperation and devotion. She couldn’t speak, her mouth too full, but her gaze said everything. She was mine, completely and utterly, and she knew it.

Her moans grew more desperate, her throat working around me as she took me deeper still. The sounds she made—soft, choked gasps and breathy whimpers—filled the room, driving me wild with need.