Anna Marie’s Devoted Service: Anything for Sir
The moment Sir steps through the door, Anna Marie drops to her knees. No words are needed—her training runs deep. Eyes lowered, hands clasped behind her back, she waits, heart racing, already wet between her thighs just from the sound of his boots on the hardwood. “Good girl,” he says, voice low and commanding. Those two words make her shiver with need.
“Crawl to me.” She obeys instantly, palms and knees moving smoothly across the floor until she reaches his feet. He tips her chin up with one finger. “Undress me. Slowly. Worship every inch you uncover.” Her trembling fingers work the buttons of his shirt, pressing soft kisses to each new patch of skin revealed—chest, stomach, the sharp line of his hip. When she reaches his belt, she pauses, waiting for permission. “Continue,” he growls. She unbuckles it reverently, pulls the leather free, then eases his pants down, nuzzling the thick bulge still trapped in his boxers. A soft whimper escapes her when she finally frees his cock—hard, heavy, already leaking at the tip.
“Open.” She parts her lips wide, tongue flat, ready. Sir slides in slow at first, letting her taste him, then deeper until he hits the back of her throat. Anna Marie gags softly but doesn’t pull away—never pulls away. She relaxes her throat, takes him all the way, nose pressed to his pelvis, eyes watering as she holds him there. “That’s my perfect little cocksucker,” he praises, fingers threading through her hair. He begins to fuck her mouth—steady, deep thrusts that make drool spill down her chin, coating her breasts. She moans around him, the vibration making him groan.
When he’s close, he pulls out, stroking himself over her upturned face. “Beg for it.” Her voice is hoarse, desperate: “Please, Sir… come on my face. Mark your property. I need it so bad.” He erupts—thick ropes painting her cheeks, lips, tongue. She keeps her mouth open, catching what she can, swallowing gratefully. “Clean me,” he orders. She licks every drop from his softening cock, then from her own fingers, eyes locked on his the entire time.
But Sir isn’t finished. He leads her to the bedroom on her leash, positions her on all fours across the bed. “Ass up. Present yourself.” She arches perfectly, spreading her knees, offering both holes. He inspects her first—fingers sliding through her soaked folds, then pressing into her tight ass. “So wet already. Such a needy slut for me.” She whimpers, pushing back against his hand. “Please, Sir… use me. Any hole. All of them. I’m yours.”
He chooses her pussy first—slamming in deep with one brutal thrust. Anna Marie cries out, gripping the sheets, but she pushes back to meet every stroke. He fucks her hard, handprint blooming red on her ass with each slap. “Come for me,” he commands. She shatters instantly, pussy clenching around him, squirting onto the sheets as she sobs his title over and over. He doesn’t stop—pulls out, presses against her ass, pushes in slow. She gasps, body stretching to take him, then moans brokenly as he fills her completely.
He takes her ass with the same relentless rhythm, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. “Again,” he orders. She comes a second time, ass spasming around his cock, milking him until he can’t hold back. He buries himself deep and floods her, groaning as he pumps rope after rope inside her. When he finally pulls out, cum leaks from her gaping hole. Anna Marie stays in position, trembling, waiting.
Sir strokes her hair gently now. “Clean me again, baby.” She turns, licking him clean with soft, devoted strokes of her tongue. Then he pulls her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. “You did so well for me,” he murmurs. She nuzzles closer, whispering, “Anything for you, Sir. Always.”
Her service never ends. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.