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My stomach lurches as I read her text:This is Felicia, you fucking cheater. Yes, I know you are married. Unless you want me to tell your wife, meet me tonight at my apartment, to fulfill the fantasies of my choosing. Then, I will free you. Maybe.I keep reading and rereading her text as if it will somehow suddenly change. I am profusely perspiring. This can’t be happening. How the fuck did she get my phone number? Of all the women in the bar last night, I pick up the blackmailing bitch. Okay. Think this through. The sex was good last night. I hadn’t planned on seeing her again, but how bad could it be, right? It’s not worth calling her bluff and possibly ruining my marriage. But, blackmail never ends!My wife and I have our issues, but I don’t want a divorce. I still love her and we have a long history together. I just feel rejected by her and went looking for someone to meet my sexual needs and make me feel wanted again. I didn’t think anyone would get hurt. I guess that is the point – I didn’t think. My cock was doing all the thinking. Sigh.I text back:What time? And one night and then we are done.~~~I phone my wife to tell her I will be working late again. She sounds a little concerned but doesn’t question me further. I pack up my briefcase and head to her apartment. I am annoyed as fuck at her blackmail attempt, but can’t help feeling a little excited at having sex again. She is a beautiful woman, with long dark hair and a gorgeous body. Last night she wore this arousing red glossy lipstick. She had a very sexy mouth and I couldn’t help but think about the talents it might possess. And we ended up fucking like animals in the back seat of my car.On my way to her apartment, I adjust my growing cock in my pants as I relive last night. It was pretty damn hot. We were in the booth in the corner of the bar for a long time talking and flirting, before she suggested we go to my car. Oh God, I hadn’t had sex in my car since I was a teenager. Man, I was hot for her!She istanbul travesti said she wanted us in the backseat and as soon as I shut the door, her hand was on my cock. We mashed our mouths together and hands roamed everywhere in lustful heat. Her breasts were large and soft, with these amazing big nipples and very responsive to my touching. It was just nice to have a woman respond pleasurably to my touches again. Made me feel like a man, you know? Her ass was her best feature though. She wanted me to fuck her doggie style and I loved the magnificent view.She raised her skirt, proudly presenting her perfectly rounded mounds – no panties. Perching her ass up high, she allowed me back access to her wet, juicy cunt. Her vaginal lips had several pierced rings. They shook as she wiggled her ass making soft sounds.She wanted a rough fuck too. I can’t remember the last time I pounded a pussy that hard. She kept yelling, “Harder! Faster!” when I already felt like I was splitting her in two. Her pussy had to be sore today but yet she wanted me again tonight. She is obviously a tough woman. So, I am still annoyed by her text but nonetheless aroused at the thought of fucking her again. However, she scratched my back like a cat in heat.As I arrive at her apartment, my annoyance has completely disappeared and only pure lust remains. One more fuck won’t hurt anything. Then, hopefully, she would do as she said and peacefully move on. I don’t want a messy long-term affair.~~~Well, I am lying face-down on her bed naked. My wrists and ankles are tied to restraints attached to her head and footboard. I have zero wiggle-room. Needless to say, things have not gone as I expected. The last hour is a blur as I struggle to comprehend my situation. This is not the same woman I fucked last night as she walks around the bed dressed in her black stockings and garter belt, continuing to demean me and make threats. My only thoughts are escaping.I am growing a little istanbul travesti more concerned with each passing minute. She can’t reach my cock in this position. I can’t fuck her in this position. What in the hell does she have planned now? My question is soon answered as she returns from her dresser grinning and cutting the air with a wicked-looking black leather riding crop. Snap! She pops it against the inside of her palm with a loud cracking sound. Okay. Now I am very concerned.”What are you doing? You are not going to hit me with that!”Snap!Quick as lightning, she strikes my naked ass cheek with the crop … and it stings … like really badly. I am pretty good with pain, but this is a special kind of pain. “Fuck!” I howl.Snap! Snap! Snap!”Fuck me, that hurt!”She bends down with her face inches from mine and hisses, “Do not speak again unless Mistress orders you to speak! Say, ‘Yes, Mistress.'”Seeing no other choice, I respond through gritted teeth, “Yes, Mistress,” while screaming, Bitch! in my head. I am feeling a tad bit afraid, but refuse to let her see my fear. “Tell Mistress how long you have been married?””What? Why?” I answer angrily.Snap!”Damn it, woman!” I bark, desperately trying to raise up off the bed.”Call me Mistress and answer!” she commands.”Twenty-one years,” I sputter, giving in to her.She leans her wicked mouth close to my ear and whispers, “I will now give you twenty-one strikes because you are a dirty cheater. Consider these from your wife!” She moves away only to pause and return saying, “And you will get one extra stroke for each time you cry out.”Snap!Snap!Snap!Damn! My ass is on fire and I always thought I was pretty tough – until now. This shit hurts and it is taking everything in me not to yell, but my tears wet the bed with fears of what is next.She continues striking my ass with her crop. I lose count, trying to focus on something besides the tremendous aching in my ass. Then, she sits up by istanbul travesti my face, draping one leg over my head with the other stretched out on the bed. Her pussy is less than an inch from my mouth. “Eat me out,” she orders. I don’t respond quick enough, so, Snap!.Fuck, woman! This shit hurts!Obeying her command is proving a little difficult as I have never tried to lick a woman’s pussy while tied face-down on a bed. My head is turned to the side, cheek pressed into the mattress, and my tongue shoots out and starts licking her wet lips up and down. She moves forward mashing her pussy against my face, almost smothering me. I keep licking and sucking and am thankful for the reprieve from spanking. I hate to say it, but her scent arouses me. Her bare pussy tastes good – really good. I feel my cock betraying my anger at this situation and hardening against the mattress. She continues to buck her cunt against my face. Her juices smear all over my face until I resemble a glazed donut. Reaching down to her lips, she parts them for my tongue. I probe her leaking pussy, with her moaning and groaning, and optimistically believe my tongue talents are convincing her to take this evening into a different direction.”Tease my clit with your cheating tongue. Rock my cunt all night long, bitch.”Snap!”Make me cum now!”Or not.I turn up my tongue torture and give her all I’ve got – tasting, licking, sucking with all my might. Her legs quiver around me and I can tell by the increase in juices flowing into my mouth she is about to cum. One last push with my tongue against her clit and she is gone. Now it is her turn to holler.”Fuck! Fuck! That’s good,” she yells. “So good.”Her cum covers my face as she presses against me, fulling releasing her orgasm. She falls over for a few minutes panting before she slowly climbs back off the bed. “Good boy,” she says, breathing deeply. She stares at me for a few minutes and I think she might be reconsidering her actions. Then, raises her arm and Snap!I suck in my breath and bite my tongue hard. I know she had to draw blood on my ass with that one. Pain now spreads across my entire backside and I can’t imagine taking much more of this. I try to press my hips into the mattress to escape the crop. It doesn’t work. Damn it to hell!