15 comments/ 64436 views/ 3 favorites She Told Him No Fucking... Ch. 01 By: Scotsman69 He stood fidgeting in the bus station. Even after all they had discussed online, he was intensely nervous, and he couldn't imagine what she must be feeling. Their meeting was a leap in the near-dark for both of them, and he knew it involved a great deal of trust on her part. They had only exchanged emails up till now. And for the life of him, he couldn't begin to understand how he might be considered in any way attractive by a sexy woman nearly forty years younger than himself. Ach, well, maybe he wasn't...after all, she was only looking for companionship whilst passing through the city. The rain drummed on the glass roof: it was a close muggy day, and he sensed the thunder wasn't far off. People moved about him but he was barely aware of them, so preoccupied was he with his thoughts, his aching anticipation and uncertainty. He moved to a point where he could roll a cigarette whilst still watching the stance; drew hungrily on the fag. What if she took an instant dislike to him? In the wider view of things it might hardly matter, just something else that hadn't worked out. But today it would: he was so tightly wound up in expectation of seeing her, had been for days. Eventually the blue and yellow Citylink rolled into the station, and he moved forward to watch the passengers disembark. Oh Christ, was that her? He had only seen small facepics taken on a mobile before, and she was surely attractive in them, but the blonde who had just stepped from the coach was something else. His was aware of his cock throbbing as he moved forward to greet her: 'Hi! How was your trip?' A big smile lit her face and they hugged briefly. Then stood back to inspect each other. 'You look even lovelier than I had allowed myself to imagine', he said. Her gaze swept him up and down and she was smiling even more widely. She said nothing but stepped up close and kissed him lightly on the mouth. 'Mmm', she murmured, 'I'm so glad to see you. I was half-expecting you to chicken out!' She turned to extricate her luggage from the hold of the coach and he moved to help her. Caught a flash of white lacy panties under her short skirt as she bent, a scent of her as he knelt beside her to pull an obstinate suitcase from the hold. He had found a trolley to get her kit to the car, and they finally turned to each other again in the warm rain once everything was in the boot. He couldn't help but move into her and take her in his arms, was delighted and very relieved as she sank into him. He kissed the top of her blonde head and inhaled her scent: 'I just can't tell you how wonderful it is to see you Elena.' She looked up invitingly and he bent to kiss her slightly parted lips. She responded warmly, pressing herself to him so he felt her full breasts against him, and as she squirmed her hips against his he knew she could feel his erection. 'Oh, naughty man', she said: 'I told you, I'm a good girl. What's he doing getting so excited?' He blushed, but she continued pressing into him. 'He's just telling you what a gorgeous woman you are lassie. You know that.' He kissed her again and as his arms moved around her he felt the damp patches at her oxters. 'Must have had a warm trip?' he asked. 'Warm? It was stifling in there: something wrong with the aircon. I've been sweating all day', she laughed. 'And if you think I'm damp at my oxters...' 'Mmm, have I told you how much I love the taste of a woman's sweat?' he asked. 'Sorry: better not go there!' 'Anyway' – pulling away from her reluctantly – 'what's your agenda for the rest of the day in Big G?' 'Um...' She was smiling, delicious lips slightly parted, 'Well, after that journey, I just want to check into the hotel, shower, change, maybe have a wee lie-down. But I could murder a drink before I do that. Maybe we could have a drink at the hotel, then you could come back in a couple of hours and we could go eat?' He kissed her lightly: 'Whatever is best for ma'm'selle,' and he bowed slightly. She giggled at his nonsense, leaned and kissed him. 'OK, so get me to the hotel. Fast. I need that drink!' Fifteen minutes later they were in the hotel bar, blethering away about everything and nothing. He definitely liked her, quite apart from her intense sexual attraction. He had already had insight into her intelligence and maturity through her writing, and their online chat. But he was very taken with her as a companion, as their conversation wandered and strayed. And as they chatted, he found himself gradually losing his self-consciousness about the huge age difference between them. Not least because she didn't seem to recognise it as an issue. Eventually he glanced at his watch. It was nearly six. They had been in the bar for an hour, and she'd had three long vodkas to his half-pint of Deuchar's. He could feel the warmth of her body and thigh against his, for they had slipped closer whilst they were talking. 'Hey, Elena, look at the time. Thought you needed a shower and a rest before we eat?' 'They don't seem so important now,' she whispered: 'I've just been enjoying being with you. I feel so relaxed now.' 'Maybe so,' he murmured, dipping his head so he could sniff the delicious mix of sweat and scent at her oxters. 'Want me to lick you clean, instead of having a shower?' 'Willie!' She slapped his face gently. 'I told you, I'm a good girl!' 'Yup,' he grinned: 'And I told you I'm a dirty old man!' 'Well, right now I'm a rather dirty woman,' she smiled: 'But not in the way you mean. Now, I'm off to lose my bus trip. See you back here, when? Around seven-thirty?' He stood and pulled her gently from the seat: 'Sure, I'll be here.' He bent and kissed her lightly: 'Now, off you go and freshen up.' ***** He walked back in the rain to where he had parked, senses reeling. She was just so delightful: everything he had hoped for and more. And though he knew he should expect no more than companionship from their short time together, he was inadvertently a fireball of desire. He decided though, that he was done with driving for the night: it would be pleasant to have a few drinks with their meal. He'd get the bus home later. So he drove to the nearest free parking to the city centre, at Kelvinbridge, and got the subway back into town. Bought a Herald and went into the Scotia for a pint, killing time before he went to see her again at the hotel. He sat dreaming in the pub for forty minutes, barely glancing at the paper. He couldn't help imagining what would have happened if she had taken him up on his offer to lick all the sweat from her. How she would taste as she lay naked on the bed whilst his tongue cleaned her up. Round her neck, her beautiful breasts...into her woman-scented oxters. Right under her breasts where the sweat gathers, then down her soft belly...and into her hot sweaty groin. Fuck, better stop thinking like this, he was hard as a rock now. He swallowed the rest of his pint when he saw the time on the bar clock, grabbed his paper, left. It was still pouring outside. The hotel bar held only a handful of people when he arrived, and Elena wasn't one of them. He settled with another pint and his paper, and this time forced himself to focus on it. The impact of oil prices on transport costs; the latest goings-on in the Scottish Parliament. Things he needed to know in his professional life. He got so absorbed that he wasn't aware of her till she sat down beside him and his head jerked up from the paper. 'Sorry,' he smiled. 'How are you feeling now?' 'I'd feel better if I had a drink in front of me,' she said, 'but otherwise I'm great. I was SO hot and sticky! Much better now.' He bit back a response and went to fetch her a drink, gazing at her as he stood at the bar. She was in jeans now, he noticed with a twinge of regret, and a slinky top which left no doubt about the shape of her tits. Jesus, how she was gorgeous! 'So,' as he brought the drinks over, 'what do you fancy to eat Elena?' 'I'm flexible,' she smiled: 'How about you choose? You know this city better than I do, I haven't been for ages. What do you want to eat Willie?' 'Umm...you mean, apart from you?' 'WILLIE!' 'OK, OK!' But he didn't say he was joking. 'There's a nice place in the Merchant City I found for my daughter's graduation: Mao. It's kind of crossover Chinese and a lot of other things, and it's very good. How does that sound?' 'Mmm, sounds fine. And I'm very hungry now!' She drained her glass. 'So what are you waiting for?' He stood and drew her up, brought her to him to kiss her gently. She smelled and felt like heaven as her delicious body pressed willingly into him for the briefest touch. 'Let's get a fastblack: it's not far but it's still pouring.' He led her out to hail a passing cab. ***** 'You know Elena,' he said as they began eating, 'You are an even more attractive woman than I ever imagined when we were chatting online.' He stroked her knee briefly under the table. 'It just seems so natural being with you, I've completely lost all my self-consciousness.' She said nothing, but raised a piece of ginger beef on chopsticks and lingered, mouth in a seductive 'O', before popping it in. She held his gaze as she chewed briefly, moved her foot under the table so her calf brushed his. 'Why thank you sir,' she breathed eventually. Her hand touched his knee at the hem of his kilt. 'I'm really enjoying being with you, Willie. I think I'd like to get to know you...better.' A shiver ran down his spine: 'I'm so glad Elena,' he growled. The ease between them was edged with a delicious tension now. They sipped wine as they ate and talked, hands touching from time to time as they reached for food. Each touch sent electric sparks down him in a way he couldn't remember since he was a shy trembling teenager. Another bottle of wine came and with each sip he felt his inhibitions slipping. She was giggling a lot now, and her flirtatious chat was increasingly innuendo-laden as the wine entered her bloodstream. His cock was hard as she fondled his knee, then her hand slipped up his thigh. She leaned forward so her fingers could reach further, till – ohhh – they closed around his erection. 'Just wanted to check you were OK,' she smiled. 'Glad you seem to be!' He grunted involuntarily when he felt her fingers on him: 'Oh fuck, please stop Elena, I don't want to cum in my kilt,' he groaned. 'Mmm, that might be a waste,' she whispered, licking the fingers she had withdrawn. 'Let's get out of here.' The rain had stopped when they stepped onto the wet street. He dragged her to a dark doorway and pressed her into a corner. Pulled her to him unceremoniously, stooped to ravish her pliant mouth, fingers on her soft breasts for the first time. 'You're a dirty wee tease, Elena,' he growled. His fingers slipped to her waist and he unpopped the top of her jeans, slid his hand down inside her lacy panties. She kissed him back hungrily, parted her legs to let his hand in, and his fingers slipped into her wet slit. She groaned as his fingers slid into her moistness and his mouth moved to lick and kiss below her ear. 'Tonight Elena, you are such a good girl that I need to fuck your brains out,' he grunted, fingers slithering in her. 'The only question is, do you want it here, or in your hotel room?' She was breathing hard, but pushed him away so his fingers slipped from her cunt. 'Let's go back to the hotel,' she panted. 'But Willie, you can't fuck me, that is a no-no. I told you that already.' She smiled teasingly: 'But I'm sure we can find other ways of pleasuring each other.' He looked into her glowing eyes, said nothing. Re-fastened her jeans and took her hand demurely. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion: if she didn't want to fuck, then why had she behaved so lewdly in the restaurant? Minutes later they were back at the hotel. He looked at her, nodded to the bar quizzically. She shook her head: 'I think I've had enough for now,' she smiled. 'Sometimes I can get a bit...outa control. As you now know. And I don't want that with you.' He followed her to the lift. As she walked before him he just wanted to fuck her luscious ass right there, rip her jeans down and force himself on her, willing or not. But he bit back the unworthy thought and followed her into the lift. She turned to him as the doors slid shut, smiling ambivalently. He thought: OK, I'll follow her rules, see where they take us. He stood apart, not touching her as the lift swished them up. ***** Inside her room, she turned to him: 'Kiss me please, Willie?' He moved his head and kissed her parted lips, but otherwise didn't touch her. He had no idea what was happening in her head, but her arms went round his neck and she deepened the kiss, and his arms involuntarily closed round her. 'Elena,' he whispered as they broke for air, 'what the fuck is going on? Just what do you want of me? You know I'm near exploding for you?' 'I told you the rules, Willie. No fucking. My rules and I'm sticking to them.' He stood back and looked at her wonderingly. She had told him that, but... she'd also told him she liked to be dominated, and he wondered if this wasn't all part of some elaborate game. Wondered if she really expected him to take her, ostensibly against her will, to just fuck her into tomorrow as she screamed protests. But he had never been there in his life before, had never had sex on anything other than a totally consensual basis, and much as he wanted her, he couldn't bring himself to effectively rape her. He had seldom been so confused, and he needed a drink. His eyes flitted round the room and found the mini-bar. 'I need a drink, Elena,' he said, moving to it. 'I don't suppose you want one?' She shook her head, watching him steadily as he extracted a couple of miniatures of whisky for an exorbitant price, and glugged the first one straight down. He knew that, apart from other calming properties, it would cool his libido a bit. All the time her eyes were smiling at him quizzically. 'I said no fucking Willie. But I also said we could find other ways of pleasuring each other. Wouldn't you like to do that? She was standing pinching her nipple through the top. His flame sparked again. He put down the empty Grouse and moved to her, kissed her mouth hard, aggressively. 'I need to eat your cunt out, you cocktease slut.' He moved to pull her top off and she raised her arms to help. 'Fuck, Elena, you have the most gorgeous tits,' and, unclipping her bra, he knelt before her. He could see the wee pulses around her hard nipples and leaned in to suck and nibble each in turn. His fingers unfastened her jeans and he slid jeans and lacy panties off her legs. She parted her legs so he could see her glistening cuntlips, and with a grunt he rose and lifted her onto the bed. She lay watching, legs apart, as he carefully removed his shirt, kilt and stockings. He could see her eyes were fastened on his cock as he stood lusting for her. 'Touch your cunt for me Elena,' he commanded. His cock quivered as she obediently drew her knees up and let her legs fall wide, and one hand moved to her cunt. Her fingers parted the labia wide so he could see all the beauty of her sex, and as her hand began to move, he too slowly began masturbating for her. Her eyes widened as his cock hardened and he sensed her breath quicken. Then it was too much and he had to taste her, bury himself in her scent. He knelt at the foot of the bed and licked her feet, swallowing her toes. She had told him once that she wasn't much into foreplay, but he was going to tease hell out of her till she was screaming for his mouth. He spent a long time on each foot, licking every inch, before he started up her legs. She was touching herself again as his mouth moved wetly on her, and he felt her writhe slightly under her own touch. But he was going to take his time over this, though he could scent her arousal now as he neared her knees and his cock was twitching hard, needing her. She was moaning gently as his tongue moved up her soft inner thighs, and oh-so-slowly into her groin. She removed her hand as his mouth moved round her outer labia, sucking, licking, kissing: 'Ohhh Elena, I can smell your sweet cunt now, my wee slut. You smell so delicious, my cock is aching for you...' But he didn't touch her core, just licked languidly round it till he looked up at her. 'Need to taste your ass now Elena,' he growled, and suddenly flipped her over. He grabbed a couple of pillows and lifted her hips to slide them under her, so her ass was raised for him. 'Pull your knees up and wide apart so I can eat you, slut,' he commanded. Slowly she did so and her rich ass rose before him. 'Now,' he grunted, 'Practice what you preach. Be a very good girl and pull your bum apart so Willie can see and taste you there.' Her hands went to her ass and as she pulled the cheeks wide her wee star appeared. He licked down the crack, inhaling her dirty earthy aroma, and his tongue flicked round the star. He probed into it and felt her relax so his tongue could enter her there, and he fully savoured the anal taste and scent of her. He lingered awhile, tongue delving as deep as it could. Her hand was sliding under her thigh to play with her cunt. 'Stop that, you dirty slut!' He slapped her ass hard and she jerked in surprise. 'The only way you're getting off tonight is if I allow you; if I make you. Do I need to tie your hands to stop you?' She whimpered no. 'Good. Now get on your hands and knees, I need to feel your tits dangling, need to play with them.' This was an exercise in control now and he found to his surprise that he was really turned on by it. As she rose on her hands and knees he rubbed his aching cock in her asscrack and his hands moved forward to fondle her dangling tits. Fuck, this sweet slut was sex incarnate. He licked the back of her neck up into the hairline as his cock moved between her fleshy asscheeks and his fingers diddled her swinging tits, twisting and pulling the nipples now. 'How're you feeling?' he grunted. She twisted her head round: 'Please Willie, eat my cunt out now, I need you so much...' 'I need you to suck my cock first, sweet slut.' He turned her over onto her back and crouched over her breasts, putting a pillow behind her head so his cock was jerking in her face. Her tongue reached out to touch him and he twitched hard. Christ, a bit more self-control here, Willie. He pressed forward and her full lips opened. She sucked him into her mouth and he gasped at the wonder of her, her intense effect on him. He started thrusting, just to make her work at it, but he didn't want to explode in her mouth. At least, not yet. He withdrew and turned round. 'I really need to taste your sex now Elena. I've wanted to do this for months, imagined doing it so often when I've jerked off for you.' She moaned and spread her legs wide as he bent over her, his ass in her face now. He preferred to lick out a woman like this, rather than from between her legs. It was easier on his neck, and it allowed much fuller access. A pillow went under her ass. 'Mmm slut, you have such a pretty pussy.' His lips traced round her outer labia again, not touching her inner sensitivity. She was so engorged, both her outer and inner lips were puffed wide open like petals of an especially erotic orchid, and her clit was visible, peeking from beneath its protection. He moved a little so he could lick and bite at her soft inner thighs again and she moaned with a wee squirm. 'Fuck Elena, your cunt is just so gorgeous. You stink of sex, but I daren't taste you till I have myself under control. I've ejaculated at just the taste of a woman's cunt before and I don't want to do that right now. Be a darling and pinch my cock hard at the base, just to calm me down a wee bit. Please?' 'Promise you'll lick me out if I do that, Willie? Christ man, I can't take this teasing, I need to cum so fucking hard...' She Told Him No Fucking... Ch. 01 'I promise lassie. Ohh, fuck woman, I didn't say cut off the blood supply!', as her fingers expertly pressed hard into the base of the tube under his erection. He blushed as he heard her giggle at the result of her skill. 'That's what you asked for? Yes, sweet Willie? NOW fucking eat me, you bastard!' He finally allowed his mouth to sink onto her gaping labia, sucking and biting gently up each outer lip so his lips were brushing into her wetness. 'Oh fuck you smell so delicious, my wee slut,' he breathed. He raised his head momentarily so he could wet a couple of fingers, pressed that hand round beneath her till his slimy finger was gently probing her anus. Only then did he allow his tongue to begin to flick over her inner lips, and when she jerked in response, his finger slid into her anus. 'Willie, please...suck my clit man, she's trembling for your mouth...ahhh' and his lips finally pursed round her clit. He sucked softly at first, moving his finger in her anus, but as her panting grew louder he finally gave in to his own needs as well as hers. He opened his mouth wide now and slabbered his lips over hers, tongue lashing her clit as he smothered himself in the welcome of her sweet cunt. 'Christ woman, you cannot know how rich your cuntscent is – or how incredibly sexy you taste,' he mumbled into her. His other hand moved to her cunt as the first still probed her anus, and he slid two fingers deep into her vagina, gently biting and tugging on her clit as he did so. She was writhing hard under him and panting loudly. 'Ohhh Elena baby, how I love your taste and cuntscent. I need to feel you cum for me now.' 'Uhh,' she gasped as her hips rose to seek his mouth, 'just do me as you wish...my cunt belongs to your mouth right now..ahhh...' His cock was rubbing against her face now, dripping precum, and she licked it tentatively. 'No lass,' he said, 'let's focus on your pleasure for now' and her head dropped back on the pillow as he intensified his attention to her clit, long fingers probing in her for her g-spot. She tensed and jerked hard under him and he knew he'd found it, and as he fingerfucked her and nibbled her clit she began a low keening. Her hips began bucking uncontrollably under him. 'Ohhh doll...so fucking good...' and her words became lost in a long moan as she finally, exquisitely, exploded onto his face. He stayed with her as she finally squirmed to collapse, her sweet breasts heaving as he savoured her sexhoney. He slowly moved round to cuddle her, fingers and mouth stroking her skin with care and delight as she lay panting in his arms, and he kissed her gently. 'Christ, I loved feeling you swept away my sweet. I can't tell you how deliciously exciting it was for me. Or how good your sweet cum tasted.' She smiled dreamily in his eyes, saying nothing. But his dripping cock was pressed against her soft belly, twitching urgently. Her hand slid down to enfold it and she smiled again, lewdly. 'Feels like you need a wee bit attention now doll,' she murmured silkily. What would give you most pleasure, my fingers or my mouth?' 'Your sweet ass, Elena my slut.' It was out before he could think about it, but he didn't get the slap he tensed to expect. She kissed him hard as her hand slid firmly on his cock a couple of strokes. Then she languidly turned over onto her belly and, shoving a couple of pillows under her hips, pulled her asscheeks wide with her fingers. 'I suppose it's not strictly fucking,' she giggled, 'more buggery. Bugger me Willie. There's some lube on the table, I brought it for my vibrator.' He was totally electrified: he just had not been expecting this, and his cock had gone rigid at her words. He played with the lube round and into her anus and greased his cock. 'Buggery coming up, my sweet surprising slut,' he whispered, kissing her ear, down into her neck. He knew she was completely relaxed and bothered no more with niceties and teasing. His cockhead slithered to her rosebud and he pushed in hard, sliding deep into her in one move. She jerked and sighed deeply under him and he started thrusting hard and mercilessly, seeking only his own release now. Her ass was velvet and welcoming and her hand went to her clit as he hammered into her: 'Fuck, Willie, you're making me cum again doll... you dirty bastard, spray my bowels... ohhh...' As the orgasm swept her he thrust twice, deeper than before as her ass rose to meet him, and his balls tightened as the electricity ran the length of him: 'Oh fuck Elena, I love your sweet arse...' and he went rigid as the explosion shook him, jerking his cum uncontrollably deep in her anus... He slumped on her back, heartrate still astronomical as he kissed her neck: 'There are no words Elena my sweet...' Later when he finally slid out of her, she slithered round in their mutual sweatsheen and they kissed long and deep, murmuring to each other as sleep closed on them... She Told Him No Fucking... Ch. 02 Author's note: This is my first venture into exploring a dom/sub relationship. It is not autobiographical, just pure imagination. I would welcome helpful comments from those more experienced with this lifestyle and genre. ***** He blinked awake to the noise of the city stirring. He was cuddled into Elena's back, his cock hard in her asscrack. He licked her neck languidly, hands moving to fondle her breasts. His cock grew harder as he felt her nipples engorge and for a moment he was tempted to thrust into her sweet arse again. Christ, she had been the most sensational ass-fuck. OK, he smiled, remembering her rules -- buggery. Whatever. He relished the memory of his cock sliding into her welcoming anus, hardened further at the thought. Twisted his head to see her travel clock: six-thirty. He moved to turn her gently on her back and kissed her full mouth softly: 'Good morning, my sweet.' His hand slipped down to fondle between her parted legs and her eyes flickered open. She returned his kiss: 'What a lovely way to wake up, Willie. Good morning to you.' His fingers slipped into her moist cunt and he sucked her nipples in turn. 'I can hardly believe I'm here with you Elena,' he whispered. She smiled: 'Well I can confirm that you are.' Her fingers closed round his cock, then she bent to lick it: 'Taste test confirms it. You're not somebody else,' she giggled. 'So glad it's not an illusion. Now I need a taste of you before I get you something nice.' He turned down and she widened her legs to allow him full access to herself. Fuck, she smelled and tasted even better now, with the sweat of the night's sleep on her. He licked and savoured her till she began moving her hips to his ministrations, then he slowly withdrew and re-surfaced. 'If you start doing that I will have to fuck your cunt, sweetie, rules or no. So what would you prefer, tea or coffee?' 'Bugger the rules Willie. Fuck me hard.' He looked into her eyes and saw only pure lust there. 'How do you want me?' 'Deep in my cunt, you silly man,' and she threw back the bedclothes, drew up her knees, and parted her legs wide as she fingered her clit. With a deep groan he mounted her, cock sliding in and probing her deep. 'Oh my sweet Elena, he panted,' thrusting hard. 'Afraid I want you so much this is going to be a quickie but' -- he thrust two pillows under her -- 'need to get you right so I can get in deep.' He kissed her mouth as they fucked urgently. She was moaning now as he nibbled hard on her nipples, their thrusts rising to each other as he felt his cocktip hitting her cervix. He adjusted his position a little, and when she jerked hard he knew he'd got it right. 'Ohh, my wee fuckslut, your cunt is so beautiful...ahhh,' as he felt her muscles gather round him, sucking him in. Sweat was pouring from them as they twined and kissed and he felt her urgency now, the power rising within her. He timed his thrusts to her movements and they rose together, grimacing in joy as their bodies sought mutual release. 'Just fuck me hard now Willie, no gentleness please,' she gasped: 'Just need to cum so bad...' and he increased the speed of his thrusts till he knew he was on the edge. And knew from her deep shuddering that she was too. 'You're my feral fuckbaby, I need to cum deep in your dirty cunt...' 'Yesss,' she grunted, 'oh fucking yesssss' and as she shook and writhed uncontrollably under him his body arced and his thick spunk pumped deep into her. She screamed then as his cum surged in her and they clung hard to each other as their bodies sang high and tight in their mutual ecstasy. Slowly they shuddered now, fused together in satiation as her hips sank onto the mattress and they panted in each other's arms. 'Elena my sweet, no rules were broken. That wasn't a fuck, that was something else entirely,' he smiled at her, licking her face. He was till hard in her and she was twitching deliciously, her muscles spasming round his cock. He thrust softly now and she moaned, 'No more sweetie, it's just too intense.' His arms went round her back and he squeezed her to him, kissing her with affection. 'Oh Elena, you are the most amazing woman...' ***** After they had showered together, he told her his problem. He had no clean clothes, would have to go home to get them. He hadn't anticipated staying all night with her. She giggled at his discomfiture: 'Silly man,' she whispered: 'If you can cope with wearing the same clothes for the day, I can. And I think I just might get to like the smell of your sweat.' 'OK,' he said, reluctance dwindling. 'I really don't want to spend a minute of our day away from you. Don't even want you to go to the toilet on your own my sweet. I want to watch you pee.' 'I'm not at all sure about that,' she whispered. 'Now, let's get dressed and get some breakfast, silly, then we can start our day.' They dressed each other in turn, and he couldn't help but lick into her cunt again briefly before he drew her panties up for her and fondled her sweet arse as he kissed her. As they sat at breakfast, he checked with her: 'You still want to go to Deep Sea World?' 'Oooh yes,' she said, with an entrancing, almost girlish enthusiasm. 'OK, let's go, as soon as you're ready? But first, we have one wee surprise shopping stop, here in town. Then we go get the car.' 'Oooh, I like surprises,' she giggled. 'Hope it's something nice for me?' He blushed slightly. He had no idea if she would like what he had in mind, but he was going to go for it. She stood from the table and grinned at him: 'So come on, old man! I can't wait to see my surprise.' They fetched their jackets and hailed a cab. He had sort-of planned this surprise before he had met her, in optimistic anticipation that just maybe she would want him. So he had come prepared for the best. When the taxi dropped them by Sauchiehall Street, he handed her out of the cab, then turned her to face him and kissed her. 'This is a very special surprise Elena,' he smiled. 'So special and secret that I have to ask you to trust me, and wear this.' He slipped an old black British Airways eye-mask over her head and adjusted it so her eyes were properly covered. 'Will you trust me Elena?' He could see she was uncertain. A muscle started to twitch nervously on her face and he kissed it tenderly. 'You know I could never cause you any harm Elena, don't you?' She nodded hesitantly. 'Good. So trust me, my sweet.' And he took her hand gently and led her through the morning crowds into a nearby shop. It was scented and hushed and her nervousness faded a little. 'Now I need to talk to the salesgirl. But since it's a secret, I need to whisper to her. I'm right here, just trust me lassie.' She nodded mutely and gripped his hand firmly so he couldn't leave her. She sensed a female presence, a quite erotic scent, and heard Willie whispering to the woman. A slight female giggle, then the sound of feet moving away. His mouth feathered hers: 'You will be able to see in a minute, my sweet, but she just needs to try you for size first. Here she comes.' A sultry voice which Elena recognised as Scots-Asian spoke as the erotic scent enveloped her: 'Now madame, master says we need to try this for size before you're allowed to see. Would you stand still for me a minute please? Just whilst we try it on you? Elena nodded, and scented fine leather as the woman lifted her hair and wrapped something soft round her neck. Her face must have showed panic as Willie spoke soothingly: 'Baby, there is nothing to worry about. You have no idea how deeply I care for you.' Elena reached up and felt the woman's hands softly securing the buckles on a studded collar. She shivered, fear and excitement in equal measure. Willie and the saleswoman exchanged whispers, and the woman giggled softly, sexily. Willie's hands steered Elena round a bit and when he raised the blind from her eyes she was gazing into a mirror. She was wearing a soft black studded leather collar. The surrounding shop was full of provocative lingerie and sextoys. Willie was looking into her eyes over one shoulder, an attractive young Asian woman over the other. A smile slowly spread over Elena'a face as she looked at herself, then at Willie's eyes, in the mirror. He was desperately hoping that his judgement had been right, and she saw the uncertainty waver over his face. She turned and kissed him deeply, excited and very turned on. 'Thank you baby,' she whispered in his ear. He returned her kiss, ignoring the smiling saleswoman who was looking on with interest. 'This is a very special collar,' he whispered. 'There are rules attached to it. Would you like to know what they are, my sweet slut?' She nodded, her excitement growing. He whispered again: 'Want me to tell you in front of Neelam, or should I wait till we're private?' 'Private Willie, please?' 'Of course sweetheart.' He paid and they turned from a smiling Neelam. 'Want to have a look round whilst we're here Elena,' he asked softly. She grunted inarticulately. 'OK, I'll just follow you wherever fancy takes you. It's Ann Summers of course. But I just need a wee word with Neelam first.' She looked round in a desultory manner, but he sensed her heart wasn't in it and gently nudged her towards the door. As they emerged onto Sauchiehall Street he steered her toward the subway, smiling. She noticed he was now carrying an Ann Summers bag. She stopped in the street and looked at him, fear and excitement in her face. 'So, what are the rules?' she asked nervously. He kissed her softly: 'Nothing for you to worry about Elena. If YOU choose to wear the collar, and you didn't choose to wear it now so I'm taking it off you,' -- he unbuckled it and slipped it into her bag -- 'If you choose to wear it Elena, you will be my obedient slut and you will do or submit to whatever I want you to. There might be some pain but I promise I will never harm you, but I will have my way with you. MY way. But only you can choose to wear it.' 'Two more details. First, if you do choose to wear it, you will remove your panties. I will require your cunt and ass to be available to me at all times. Simple enough? Do you understand?' She nodded. 'And second, you will need to choose a safe word. Collar or not, as soon as you utter that safe word, I will stop whatever I am doing with you.' 'But if you never choose to wear it Elena, I will remain your friend... and whatever else you want me to be at any time. And I will only pursue what you tell me YOU want. OK?' She was shivering slightly as the implications of what he had said sank in. 'Let me think about it Willie? This is all a wee bit of a shock to my system. Now let's go get your car.' ***** Just over an hour from Glasgow, the car drew into the carpark at Deep Sea World, literally in the shadow of the immense century-old Forth Bridge. It was eleven, and they headed for coffee before exploring the aquarium. Neither had mentioned the collar as they had chatted through the journey. Once they had coffee and freshly-baked scones before them, Kat hesitantly drew it from her bag and almost unconsciously fondled it as it lay between them on the table. She was still a wee bit scared, but she was a lot more excited. Her nipples were hard and she caught the faintest whiff of her own arousal. 'Willie, this collar?' He looked her in the eyes and saw they were hazed with lust. 'Thank you for buying me it, it's so beautiful. I...I accept the rules. I've never done anything like this in my life but...but I know I can trust you. I hope...hope you enjoy your slave, when she...chooses to adopt that role. Oh, and my safe word is 'Sade.' His cock jerked erect. He moved round the table and knelt beside her, drew her into a deep gentle kiss. 'I'm so glad you can trust me with this Elena. I will not abuse your trust, and I believe this sweet symbol will bring us both enormous pleasure. His hand slid up her short skirt and he felt the wetness flooding her groin. 'Christ Elena, I want to pleasure you so much right now.' He sighed and withdrew his fingers, licking them. 'But I think we have other wet things to deal with first?' He smiled broadly and returned to his seat. Elena slipped the collar back into her bag and it wasn't mentioned again. But both knew it hung between them, an unknown future promise. After coffee they visited the aquarium. A long travellator moved them slowly into a glass underwater tube, and as they descended deeper, a variety of fish began appearing in the seawater around them. Then there were sharks and rays, and they stepped off the moving pavement to watch as the ancient predators swooped only feet away from them in the half-light. Elena shivered a little and Willie drew her to him, fondling her breasts through her thin top as they watched teeth that could take their bodies apart. Her nipples were hard and he drew her tight to his chest till his lips found hers. To his surprise they were slack with desire. He looked at her with a question: 'Do they...turn you on Elena?' he whispered. 'Mm...don't know. But something is turning me on,' she husked in her throat. On a weekday morning there were no other visitors and his hand slipped up her thigh, under her short skirt. He gently stroked the deliciousness of her inner thigh and she moaned and shuffled her legs apart. She jerked when his fingers touched the wetness of her panties, spread tight over her engorged labia. 'Ohh baby,' he growled, 'let me make you cum right here?' He looked in her eyes and saw the assent of lust. Slid his fingers under the panties and was amazed at how sopping wet she was. Stroked her throbbing clit till she was moaning and pressing into him. Her hand moved under his kilt and she touched his cock gently before grasping it firmly. 'I want you in me Willie. Right here, right now.' He knelt to remove her wet panties and slip them in his sporran, then bent her backwards against a rock as she shuffled her legs wide apart and his cock slid into her. Shadows of gliding sharks passed over them in the half-light as they grunted their mutual need. She pulled him tightly into her, sighing deeply, and he was finding his stroke when a child's voice rang out: 'LOOK mum! Sharks!' 'Ohhh fuck, she groaned,' and they sprang apart, adjusting their clothing. Then he embraced her again, his erection hard on her belly through their clothes: 'Darling, that was so cruel,' he whispered. Two pre-school children moved past them, followed by a cheery mum. She smiled at them as she passed: 'Hi! Isn't it exciting!' 'Isn't it just,' Willie grunted: 'One of the most exciting places I have ever been.' The mother smiled again as Elena suppressed a burst of giggles. When they were out of sight Willie lifted her chin and kissed her again, then drew back to look in her still lust-hazed eyes. His brows rose in a question but she shook her head: 'No my sexy man, I'm too scared of being caught now. But she was right: it was an incredibly exciting moment! I've never been so sexually deflated in my life.' Their exploration of the underwater world continued for a while. The interruption had stilled their lust for now and they were entirely focussed on what they were watching. Eventually they rose into daylight again. 'That was some experience,' she whispered to him. 'Mm -- the sharks, or the other bit?' he responded. She giggled: 'All of it, silly,' she said. 'But I really didn't like the coitus interruptus bit.' 'No,' he agreed. 'I've never been left hanging like that in my life...well, maybe once. It's left my bell-end all swollen and uncomfortable.' 'Poor dear,' she whispered, kissing him. 'My cunt's all achy and swollen too. We'll have to fix things for each other soon, can't spend the rest of the day like this? But meantime dear Willie, I'm a hungry girl in the normal sense too. Can we get some lunch please?' The café area overlooked the flooded quarry which held the aquarium, and they sat satisfying their hunger over beers whilst watching ducks and seabirds on the water. 'So lass, what are you up for after lunch?' he asked. 'Hey, I don't know! What is there to see?' She licked her lips deliberately as she gazed the question at him and a wee shiver of anticipation ran over him. 'Oh, lots of things. Dunfermline Abbey, where Robert Bruce is buried. [Bruce was the Scots hero-king who finally swept the English from the land at Bannockburn in 1314.] Um...Inchcolm Priory, on an island in the firth. Aberdour Castle. St Briget's, a ruined medieval church right by the shore of the firth. Haven't been there before. Or, on a more wordly level, Edinburgh's less than thirty minutes drive. Anything there you might fancy?' She looked at him intensely. She knew of his interest in ancient buildings. 'How about the ruined kirk you mentioned? It might be nice to explore somewhere together, where neither of us have been before?' 'Elena, you're so sweet,' he smiled. 'That's a lovely idea, that we share something new together. It's not far, but I'll need to check on the map in the car: I only know it's down some back-roads on the shore near Dalgety Bay.' She rose with a broad smile on her face: 'Need to visit the Girls' room. And NO! You may not come and watch me pee!' He blushed as he remembered his crude words in the hotel. He had never even thought of such a thing in his life before, but now his cock was hard again as he thought of her crouched on the toilet pissing. ***** He gasped when she emerged from the toilet. She was wearing the collar. His cock was rigid, and he patted his sporran reassuringly, remembering her panties were there, soaking in her cuntjuice. He rose to kiss her: 'Ohh Elena! Are you sure, my sweet? You know what this means?' 'Willie, I think I understand fully what it means. I am your slave now, to use and abuse as pleasure takes you. But please remember: I told you I have fantasised about this in the past, as I know you have too. But I have never been in such a relationship in my life. Please take care of me darling. I trust you totally.' 'I adore you for your trust, sweet Elena. I have never been there either: it was only through talking to you over the months that I became curious to explore it. My concern is to explore the boundaries of our pleasure together. There is not a bone in me wants to damage you.' He kissed her again and they moved out to the car. Both knew a huge gulf had been crossed between them. Both were trembling with a new excitement. Inside the car he slipped the mask over her eyes, then reached for her, his hands up her top abruptly, twisting her hard nipples. 'Your bra has to come off now,' he commanded, lifting the clingy top off, and releasing her breasts from the lacy bra. She gasped at her indecent situation, sitting in public view in the carpark, topless. But her nipples remained hard as he reached to the back seat and removed something. She felt acute pain as he attached the clamps to her engorged nipples. Her top remained on the floor at her feet. He started the car. She opened her mouth through the pain to protest, but bit back her words. She had chosen to bring this about. He didn't speak as he drove, and she couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. In the absence of a command from him, she didn't even touch him, though it would have been reassuring to feel his warmth as the throbbing pain in her breasts slowly merged into the edge of -- what? -- not pleasure exactly. But something that made her cunt wet. She shivered in her darkness, and he stopped the car. Leaned over to kiss her as his hand moved roughly up her thigh. Fingers abruptly probed her cunt: she could feel the wet patch on the short skirt below her bum. 'You are my good slaveslut Elena,' he whispered hoarsely. 'You're doing very well for me. Remember how much I care for you my dear.' He withdrew abruptly and started the car again, leaving her clit and nipples throbbing, a warm wanting ache suffusing her lower body. She Told Him No Fucking... Ch. 02 The car stopped after another ten minutes and he came round to open her door. 'Here,' he said, slipping her into her bulky Goretex. 'I don't think passers-by need to see you with clamps hanging off your tits. At least, not yet.' He drew her to him and kissed her. She remained in darkness, just a fringe of sunlight at the edges of the mask. His fingers dipped again to touch her cunt roughly. 'God, I love it when I feel your wetness Elena.' She was aching for him now, but knew not to touch him, do anything, unless he instructed her. She could hear children playing as he led her over grass for a few minutes. Finally he told her to sit, and removed the mask. She blinked in the glaring sunlight and found herself on a rock on a beach, looking into the sun at a far wooded shore, a couple of miles away. Willie stood before her, his kilt lifted so she could see him masturbating, his cock swollen and red. 'How are you feeling, slut?' he demanded. 'My body is afire for you, master,' she muttered hesitantly. In truth, the clamps were biting into her nipples again, and the pain had dried her cunt. He knelt before her and thrust a hand under her splayed skirt. She winced as fingers probed her dryness. He slapped her face, hard: 'Don't lie to me bitch. I asked you how you were feeling? The truth, please?' She winced from the stinging blow to her face, the abrasions where he had invaded her dryness, the acute pain in her nipples. 'I...I'm sore, master.' It came out as a whimper. He stooped to lift her from the rock, laid her out lovingly on grass. Lay beside her and, kissing her gently, removed the clamps from her nipples. 'Good, baby. This is your reward for the truth.' He gently feathered her face with kisses as his arms went round her to cuddle her to him and she felt incredibly soothed by his loving attention. 'Thank you master,' she whispered. 'I promise I won't try to lie to you again. You are so good to me.' 'That's better baby,' he crooned. He parted her Goretex fully to reveal her swollen breasts, bent to kiss her angry red nipples. She winced as his lips touched the pain, then relaxed as the soft wet warmth of his mouth soothed her. 'How's that now, slut?' he whispered. 'Uhh...better. Thank you, master.' He moved and his head was up her skirt, nudging her legs apart. Christ, she was dry right enough, he thought, as his lips feathered her inner thighs. She lifted her skirt so he could see her parted lips. Not a hint of moisture: maybe he'd overdone it. 'Pull your cunt wide for me, slut,' he commanded, and her two hands held her labia apart obediently. She shuddered as his wet lips met her dry ones and he began a long languid caress of her cunt, tongue and lips feathering everywhere, coaxing her back to arousal. Christ, he loved the taste and scent of her. She sighed as she felt her moisture returning under his sensual ministrations, and his head rose. He looked in her eyes. 'How are you now Kat,' he asked, deep concern in his voice. 'Much better, thank you master. But....' 'But what, my sweet whore?' She shuddered at the word, was aware her cunt had unaccountably flooded at the sound of it: 'When I went to the toilet in the café...after I had fastened the collar on...I remembered you saying you wanted to watch me pee. So I didn't go then. I...I need to pee now, master. I want...want you to watch me spray piss from my urethra.' She blushed deeply. She had never thought such a dirty thing before. She was quivering with excitement at the thought of exposing herself to him in this most private way. He raised his head and glanced around. There was nobody in sight, although there were distant sounds of children playing. 'Good wee slut,' he said, and she glowed. He unfastened and removed her skirt, then pulled her up to slip the Goretex from her. Her delicate skin formed goosebumps as she shivered naked in the slight breeze. 'So piss for me Elena,' he breathed. She stumbled upright, then crouched to pee. Looked a question at him as he crawled round to get the best view, flat on the ground with his head beneath her knees, looking intently at her damp slightly parted labia. He nodded almost imperceptibly. She held her labia wide so he could see everything. He watched entranced as the stream began trickling, then gushing, from her. His cock was uncomfortably hard as he lay on it, crushing it into his kilt. He moved so he could raise the kilt and touch himself. Her stream dwindled to a trickle and he reached into his sporran for her damp panties. 'Stay there Elena,' he commanded. He reached and roughly wiped her dry with her own underwear. 'Thank you. You truly are a filthy slut. Remain there.' He stood and lifted his kilt aside. Pointed his erection between her feet. It was sore trying to bend it, but eventually his stream trickled, finally became a torrent. But his erection was insistent and the stream arced up inexorably till it was bathing her gaping cunt. She gasped but stifled her surprise as his piss warmed her clit, ran down between her inner labia. Gradually the stream slowed, till he shook his prick dry. Unbidden, she picked her soaking panties from the grass and lovingly wiped his cock, then dried her cunt again with them. 'You may stand now, and put on your jacket if you wish,' he growled. 'You are a most satisfactory slave, Elenaslut.' They both still trembled with excitement at the forbidden act they had performed together. 'Master?' He grunted assent. 'Master, that was so dirtily exciting for your slavegirl. I loved you pissing on me.' He grunted again: 'Now, whore, time to desecrate this old kirk.' He stuffed her wee skirt into the sporran with her urine-soaked panties, led her by the hand over the grass. ***** The ruined kirk was a contrast of sunshine and shadow as they entered it. A camera-clad couple nodded to them as they passed in the nave, loud transatlantic voices trailing behind them as they left. They were now alone in the ruin. Wordlessly, he turned her to him and removed her jacket. Fumbled in his sporran, produced the nipple-clamps. Fastened them tightly on her so she gasped in pain. Attached a dangling chain between them. Slipped her mask on again. She was trembling in real fear now, but she knew she had to trust him. She was his to play with as he chose. She shivered. 'My dirty wee whore,' he growled, slapping her arse hard. The glow on her abused ass merged with the pleasure-pain suffusing her being. There were some ancient stone stairs in a corner leading to an upper level. He took her hand firmly and led her up them. The upper ante-room was bathed in warm sunlight, the remaining walls sheltering it from the breeze. An embrasure faced south in the wall, long devoid of window-glass or frame. He looked around. Christ, he needed to pleasure himself in his slavegirl now. She stood shivering nervously by him and he barked: 'Open your legs, slut. I need to know if you're ready for me.' She gasped, pain surging in waves in her tortured tits as he tugged the chain sharply. 'I said open your legs, cunt.' She shuffled to spread herself for her master, felt his cold touch at her cunt. Shuddered as he probed her wetness roughly. 'You'll do. You're like a bitch in heat.' In her darkness she felt him push her roughly. Felt rough stone against her belly as he half-bent her forward at the waist. 'Now slut, your upper body is framed in a window. A teenage boy is looking up at you from outside, watching the chain dangle between the clamps on your huge tits. He looks very interested. Now part your legs for me, my cock needs release in his slave.' She shuffled her legs apart and he slapped her asscheeks viciously: 'Wider, bitch.' He roughly pulled her legs apart till her thighs were sore at the position. 'The boy's jeans are round his knees. He has some cock on him. He's going to wank for you.' Willie's voice grated cruelly. 'Shout to him, slut. Tell him you're about to get fucked from behind. Tell him you want to suck him off.' She felt Willie's hard cock violate her cunt. She couldn't speak. The cock withdrew abruptly and she yelped as he thrashed her ass with his long hands. 'I-Said-Shout-To-Him, bitch! Do as you're told or I'll thrash you to a pulp!' She remained silent. She couldn't cope with this, the idea of attracting the boy. Then she sighed as she remembered. 'Sade.' His hands stroked the back of her neck lovingly, and she sighed with relief as she felt him move to take the clamps off. Screwed her eyes tight shut against the glare as he gently removed the mask. As she allowed her eyes to open gradually there was no teenage boy on the grass below. She turned to him, furious, as she fussed to remove the collar, refusing his help. 'I put the fucking thing on, so I'll remove it,' she spat. She realised she was naked before him and grabbed the Goretex to cover her nakedness. 'You bastard Willie.' Her full breasts quivered as uncontrollable sobs wracked her body. He drew her into his arms gently as she cried against him, beating his chest as he stroked her hair soothingly. He knew he had been out of order, but there was no way he was going to tell her so. And he was still hungry for her, needed to spend his lust inside her voluptuous form. His hands slid under the rough jacket so he could fondle her abused nipples, finger her moist cunt. Despite herself she felt her yearning rise as the feeling in her tits drifted from tingling pain to something else. His fingers slicked in her sex and she sensed herself growing wetter as her tortured desire for him grew. She didn't need to move her fingers under his kilt to know that he needed her urgently: he was moaning in her arms now. Suddenly she knew what she had to do. She knelt before him now, her senses alive to his strangled gasp as she unbuckled his kilt. His hot pole stood before her, bleeding precum. She flicked the head hard with her fingers and heard his gasp of pain with deep satisfaction. Her fingers tightened viciously round the base, choking life from him so he sagged, then drooped, before her eyes. He barely knew what was happening to him, so fast and total had the role-reversal been. She stood now on a sill in the embrasure, so he was looking up into her hard face, pain and confusion in his eyes. She buckled the collar round his neck and it was so tight his face went red. 'Now, you bastard,' she growled, 'it's my turn to use you. Remove the rest of your clothes and lie down. There!' She pointed to a patch of rough gravel in the centre of the ruined room. He opened his mouth to protest and she slapped his face as hard as she could. He looked at her in pure shock, then started removing his clothes. 'Good. Now down on your back, there,' she commanded. She was entranced that he seemed to accept that the rules of the collar applied equally to him, and watched in satisfaction as he winced in pain, lowering his back onto the wicked gravel. She stood straddling him, playing with her cunt as he looked up into it, and she noticed with satisfaction that his cock was rising again despite his obviously acute discomfort, and her abuse of it a moment ago. Then she giggled wickedly, moved to collect the clamps. She kissed his mouth lewdly as she crouched over him, her engorged nipples dangling to touch his straining cock. He shuddered in real pain now as she attached the clamps to his small nipples. 'Do you know why I'm doing this, slaveshit?' He nodded in his pain: 'I...I think so mistress.' 'Why?' 'Because I, err...you, thought I had betrayed your trust?' 'Fucking right, bastard, you did. I trusted you totally. I have never trusted anybody like that in my life before. And you told me lies. Told me there was a boy watching me, wanking. You abused my trust. Now I'm going to abuse you, so you learn never to do that with me again. If I ever even allow you near me again, that is.' She turned to face his feet and sat abruptly on his face. He screamed as the cruel gravel bit deep in the back of his skull and neck and she twisted her cunt on his face till she felt it spread over his mouth and nose. Through the searing pain he realised she was smothering him with her sex-stinking wetness. He started struggling but she bent forward and sank her teeth into his erection. He stilled instantly. Her teeth relaxed their grip on his cock and she squirmed her wet cunt on his face till she could hear and feel his tortured breathing. Incredibly, his rod was still visibly throbbing and growing before her eyes, and she realised with surprise that she had found some weird kink in his sexual makeup. He was responding sexually to her humiliation of him. She bent down and sank her mouth on his cock, and was deeply excited to feel it throb and quiver in her throat. She sat up to pull her bag over beside herself and withdrew a hair-scrunch. Then bent to the easy task of bringing him as near orgasm as she could without allowing him release. He was writhing hard under her now, seeking relief from the sharp gravel tearing his back, as well as sexual release. She continued sucking forcibly on his cock till his hips started arcing. Then she hastily wound the hair-scrunch round the base of his erect cock. It throbbed vertically and without release as she lifted her weight off him. There were tears of pain in his eyes as she pulled the upper half of his body up, then slid his crumpled kilt over the gravel before pushing him down again. She crouched over him masturbating in his face as he groaned his injured back into some ease on the soft woollen fabric. Then, looking him in the face through lust-glazed eyes, she lowered her wet cunt onto his helpless erection. 'I hope this is the ultimate torture my sweet Willie,' she smiled. 'I'm going to fuck you to my orgasm, and you will not be able to cum until I decide you can. But right now, you are just a bit of meat to give me my pleasure.' And she crouched over him so her pendulous breasts swung in his face, and began fucking his throbbing imprisoned cock. It didn't take long. She was so excited by the forbidden weirdness of the situation. It was a strange raw unthinking fuck for her; only a tiny corner of her emotions were involved as she drove herself toward orgasm using his body as a live dildo. She needed no fantasy to help her, as she sometimes did when a man was fucking her. This was pure primal fuck, and every thrust on him drove her higher and harder...he -- she was panting hard now -- he was truly her sexslave...ohhh purefuck...the tortured look on his face as he sought impossible release, bucking helplessly under her...fuck it was sooo fucking...AHHHH She screamed as the torrent of release shook her body, her hips pumping on his cock as she spasmed around him...ohhh fuck -- another spasm -- jesus...she had never been anywhere like this, totalfuck...a final huge spasm. Gradually her movements became less urgent and she sank onto him, kissing her thanks all over his agonised face, her cunt still clenching him sometimes, but more gently. 'Thank you Willie. That was the most incredible orgasm I have ever been through.' Her fingers stroked his body lovingly, till she raised herself from him and delved to his throbbing erection to remove the constricting elastic. She grovelled before him, her face in her arms and her ass in his face. 'Now bugger me Willie. Hard. Now.' His cock was throbbing sore from the constriction as the blood rushed fully back into it. He had to wait a few minutes, licking her sweet arse out. When he was ready, he almost exploded as his cockhead touched her anus, but he managed to hold back. She pulled her asscheeks obscenely so her anus gaped and with an animal grunt his hot wetness sank into her. Ohhh fuck...one stroke was enough. He exploded into her bowels with a pent-up frustration he had never felt before, pumped into her as her assmuscles tightened round him, till soon he was totally spent. He deflated onto her back. 'Elena darling, I love you. I am yours forever.' She sighed. She knew it wasn't true but wondered at him saying it nonetheless. He was truly a beautiful but strange man. ***** She was relieved when she looked at the state of his back as she removed the collar from him. The gravel and the pressure of her body had scratched it, but one deeper wound apart, that was all. She pressed him forward so she could kiss it all over, and he winced as her wet lips laved the wound. She glanced at her watch: after three-thirty. They were both absolutely drained from the day, and she needed to tend his back so the wound wouldn't get infected. He sat, allowing her to take control, then she helped him on with his clothes before making herself publicly presentable. 'I think we should head back to Glasgow now, Willie?' She kissed him and he nodded. 'Are you OK to drive doll, or should I?' 'No, I'll be fine after a coffee,' he smiled. 'Besides, you're not on my insurance. But thanks for the thought.' They gathered their remaining things from the ruins of the room and, hand-in-hand, moved down the stairs and back to the car. They grabbed Costas at a service station and she could see he was recovering, as she was. In the car she enfolded him in a long kiss. Amazed, she felt need surge in her again, and she drew his fingers to her dampening cunt, then searched up his kilt to feel him stiffening. Their embrace turned into a teenage fumbling and panting session till they eventually drew apart. Lust glazed eyes which showed surprise at their mutual resilience. She smiled deeply at him as she drew the collar from her bag and fastened it on her neck again.