24 comments/ 134316 views/ 65 favorites Becoming His By: haremgirl Thanks for all the supportive comments. I've been so busy there's been no time for writing lately, but I managed to squeeze out this short story. I hope you like it. * Lisa's brow crinkled as she picked over the tray of apples. It wasn't the burning issue of which red delicious apple to add to her basket that occupied her thoughts, it was her love life. Or lack of a love life to be more specific. Attracting men wasn't her problem. Thankfully, she had been blessed with gorgeous looks. She wasn't bitchy about it, but she figured she might as well play up her assets. With that thought in mind, Lisa had accumulated a closet full of clothes that suited her body. The halter style summer dress she was wearing was a typical example. It lovingly cupped her breasts, hugged her midriff and flowed to mid thigh, showcasing her body to perfection. Her breasts had always been a major attraction, and encased as they were in delicate mint green silk, they were the epitome of feminine perfection, both generous and firm. The support cups that were sewn into the dress had failed to subdue her nipples, and their outline was clearly visible. When combined with her translucent green eyes, trim waist, curvy hips, well-toned ass and seemingly endless legs, she never failed to turn heads. She wore her shoulder length auburn hair casually pulled up and secured by a clip. The style showed off the delicate lines of her neck and jaw, and the only makeup she wore was a touch of lipstick and a hint of mascara. With her looks, Lisa was used to all the come-on lines. Want to have dinner sometime? I would love to serve you breakfast in bed. You look like you could use a 'real' man, want to go back to my place? Don't I know you from somewhere? Lisa had heard them all, and she generally responded with a flirty smile and a gentle refusal. She wasn't interested in a fast fling, and she was pretty choosy about her sexual partners. Her looks were both an asset and a liability. They certainly helped her earn great tips as a waitress, but when it came to romance, they could be a definite hindrance. Some men didn't approach her romantically at all. They assumed that she wouldn't think they were attractive enough for her. The men who did approach her were usually the cocksure, egotistical types that were more interested in their own good looks than in her. That narrowed the field of prospective men considerably. Not that Lisa had ever lacked for male companionship. She had been in several relationships, but her interest always waned fairly quickly. The men in her life had always left her feeling bored and cold. She wanted a strong man, someone who would take charge, someone who could hold her interest and make her feel... "Excuse me." Lisa jumped slightly as she turned to face the man who had spoken to her in such a deep, purring voice. He had short, black hair that made her fingers fairly itch to rake through it. His eyes were dark and brooding, the kind that surveyed everything around him with calm, assessing confidence. At that moment, they were assessing her. His perfectly apportioned nose, sculpted cheekbones and sensuous lips were the stuff of feminine fantasy. He was lean but muscular, and in his faded jeans and casual shirt, he seemed to dwarf her own five foot seven inch frame. He was mouthwatering. When she spoke, her voice came out as a breathless whisper. "Yes?" He made no secret of the fact that he was sizing her up. In fact, her skin fairly tingled everywhere his eyes touched her. She felt her nipples crinkle into even tighter buds beneath his lengthy stare, and when his eyes roamed down the rest of her body, moisture began to seep onto the crotch of her panties. His expression was impassive, and she found herself wondering whether she appealed to him or not. For some mysterious reason, Lisa blushed. She hoped for an instant that he wouldn't notice, but when he quirked one dark brow, she knew that he had. "I didn't mean to startle you," he said with a grin. "It's just that I think you would be perfect for a job I have coming up." Lisa had to suppress a disappointed groan. Why couldn't a man like him try out one of his pickup lines on her rather than offering her a job? Still, she couldn't help but be intrigued. Lisa cleared her throat. "A job? What kind of job?" He reached into his back pocket and extracted a business card. When he handed it to her, his fingers barely brushed hers, but it seemed like an electrical current passed between them. Lisa had to stifle a shudder of sexual awareness. "I'm a photographer, and I have a shoot this weekend. I think you would be perfect for it." "You want me to model for you?" she asked with amazement. "Exactly. As you can see from my card, you would be required to do most of the shoot in the nude." Lisa's eyes widened as her eyes dropped to his card. 'Hot Shots' was printed in bold; 'Specializing in the exotic, erotic and pornographic' was printed in smaller type beneath. There was a silhouette drawing of a nude woman on one edge, and his name, Jake Winters was printed above his phone number. "I'm going to do an erotic shoot of a submissive woman, and you are exactly the type of woman I have in mind. The images would only be used in a private collection, so you wouldn't have to worry about having your pictures plastered all over the internet or in magazines." Lisa was stunned. She had never considered modeling, much less doing so in the nude. She searched his face but didn't see any hint of teasing. "Are you serious? I don't even know you." "I assure you, my offer is legitimate. You would sign a contract and collect a fee of one thousand dollars, which I think is quite generous for an afternoon of your time." Lisa had to hide her shock at the amount he had mentioned. As a struggling college student, a thousand dollars was more than she made in a month. "Well I'm not sure. I mean I've never considered doing something like this before." He subjected her body to another thorough inspection. "Believe me, I can see you have all the attributes I'm looking for. You would be perfect for the job." His eyes returned to meet hers and he gave her another knee-weakening grin. "I tell you what, think about my offer for a couple of days, and if you are interested, give me a call. I need to know by Wednesday, so if I don't hear from you by then, I will find someone else." "Fine," Lisa said curtly. She felt inexplicably miffed that he wasn't trying very hard to convince her. "Nice to have met you," he said with a nod. He sauntered away without a backward glance, and Lisa watched him disappear out of the store. She stood motionless for several minutes, holding his card and replaying their conversation in her mind. She felt both flattered and annoyed. Could she trust him? Did he really just want to take her picture? What if he intended to do much more? She would be pretty much at his mercy if that was the case. Surprisingly, the thought of being at his mercy didn't frighten her, it thrilled her. Without even trying, he had aroused her interest like no man ever had. If she was honest with herself, she had to admit that she would be receptive to any sexual demands he might have in mind for her, so she really had nothing to lose did she? Lisa finished her shopping and walked the few blocks to her apartment, while her mind explored the possibilities he had introduced. She ate a quick supper, poured herself a glass of red wine and headed to the bathroom. A good long soak was what she needed. She began filling the tub and dribbled a generous stream of bath foam under the faucet. While the water was running, she lit several candles and popped in a CD with sensuous jazz. She undressed quickly, but when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she paused to consider her reflection. Could she really pose in the nude for a total stranger, knowing that her images would be for someone's private enjoyment? The concept seemed even more intimate than posing for some smut magazine. It wasn't that she was a prude, she had just never thought about doing something like that. After all, she wasn't the emaciated model type. Nude modeling had never been a possibility before. Lisa climbed into the tub and sank beneath the bubbles, using her foot to turn off the taps. She rested one leg along the edge of the tub, and without conscious thought, she slid one hand down between her thighs. She leaned back and closed her eyes as a clear image of Jake Winters crystallized in her mind. She fantasized that he was the one touching her so intimately, as her other hand explored her breasts. In no time at all, she climaxed, and she luxuriated in the steamy water as she felt her tension easing, though it didn't go away entirely. She glanced at the phone, sitting on the rim of the tub. She already knew that she would accept his offer, but it would be too revealing to call so soon after she had met him. It was only Sunday. She would wait until Wednesday morning. Then, it would seem that she had needed more time to make her decision. ********* Resisting the urge to call Jake before Wednesday turned out to be maddeningly difficult. Lisa thought about him nearly non-stop. She woke up in the middle of the night feeling restless and aroused. She thought about him on the bus, while sitting in class, when she was at work. She had masturbated more times since Sunday evening than she usually did in an entire month, yet she couldn't completely find relief for her sexual tension. By the time Wednesday morning rolled around, she was a nervous wreck. She dialed his number with shaking fingers and held her breath as she waited for him to answer. When she heard his velvety, deep voice, her heart began to pound. "Jake here." "Uh yes, hello. This is Lisa Parsons. I'm the woman you met in the supermarket." There was a short pause before he answered. "Yes?" His tone made it evident that he didn't remember her. He certainly wasn't making this any easier! "You offered me a job, to model for a shoot you have this coming weekend." There was another short pause, during which Lisa felt a blush climbing her cheeks. Surely he must remember her. The thought that he could dismiss her from his mind so completely made her want to screech with indignation. "Oh yeah, right. If you want the job, it's yours." "That's why I'm calling. I've decided I would like to do it." "Fine. I'll need you on Saturday from ten in the morning to about three or four in the afternoon." "Alright, that would be fine," Lisa replied. "Jot down this address," he said, waiting for her to say she was ready. He gave her the address, and she read it back to him. "Good. Show up well rested and make sure you shave your legs and armpits the night before. Wear your hair and makeup just like you had it the other day." "Do I need to shave anywhere else," Lisa asked, feeling her blush deepen. "I mean, I...I don't normally shave my...ah...you know, my privates." There was a brief pause, during which Lisa could have sworn he was grinning. "You mean your pussy?" he asked with a chuckle. "There's no need to be shy about it, I'll be seeing you in the altogether soon enough. Don't worry about shaving your pussy, Lisa. I'll take a look at it, and if it needs any trimming, I'll let you know." Lisa had a hard time answering. She was mortified by this casual conversation about her body. "Um, alright. Should I wear anything special?" "It doesn't matter. I have a wardrobe of things you can wear for the shoot. Any other questions?" "No, I don't think so. I guess I will see you Saturday." "Fine. Call me if you have any other questions. If not, I'll see you then." He hung up, and Lisa stood looking at the receiver. He certainly wasn't like any of the men she had known before. She wasn't used to being dismissed. ********* The days crawled by until Saturday morning. Lisa arrived at the address Jake had given her. The building was an old factory that had been renovated and turned into several upscale lofts. She climbed the stairs to the fourth floor and arrived breathless and nervous at unit 405. She rang the bell and ran a hand anxiously over her skirt. She had taken special pains with her appearance that morning, and she hoped she looked casual but appealing. She wore a coral blouse in light cotton that buttoned up the front and a short denim skirt. Beneath, she had donned an expensive white lace bra and matching thong panties. As usual, her nipples insisted on making their presence known, and they pressed blatantly against her blouse. She was about to knock again when Jake opened the door. He was wearing nothing but a faded pair of jeans, and his wet hair and the towel around his neck made it obvious he had just come out of the shower. He inspected her thoroughly, pausing so long to look at her breasts that she had to stifle the urge to squirm. "Come in," he said, opening the door wider for her to pass. "Are you early, or am I late?" Lisa averted her gaze from his muscular chest as she entered and he closed the door behind her. "I'm a few minutes early," she said shrugging. "I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get here. I hope that's alright." "No problem," he mumbled through a yawn, gesturing for her to follow him into the kitchen. "It will give you a chance to look over the contract while I get me some coffee." Lisa took in her surroundings as she trailed behind him. The floors were maple hardwood, and one entire wall was large paned windows. The interior walls were red brick. The ceilings were at least twenty feet, and she could see where stairs led up to a loft bedroom. Strategically placed halogen lights hung down from the ceiling, but there was no need for them with the abundant light streaming in from the windows. The space was beautifully decorated, with elegant flair and a masculine tone. The living spaces were open, and the kitchen, dining room, and living room flowed into each other. Lisa noticed that all the fixtures and appliances were modern and tasteful. She took a seat on one of the barstools he indicated and set her purse on the counter. Jake went to a filing cabinet that she glimpsed in a nearby office off the kitchen. He rifled through a drawer and pulled out two copies of a two page contract and handed them to her. "Have a read through these and let me know if you have any questions," he said. He headed for the cupboard and reached for a mug. "Do you want some coffee?" he asked, looking at her from over one muscular shoulder. "No thanks," Lisa said, dragging her eyes down to the paper. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than his rippling back, but she made the effort. She scanned the contents of the document, surprised that it was easy to read, with none of the legal mumbo-jumbo she had seen in other contracts. It was very straight forward. By signing, she agreed to pose nude for a fee, the images would become the property of a private collector, and they could not be shown in any public venue. However, one particular paragraph caught her attention. "What does this mean, exactly?" she asked, pointing to the section in question. Jake came to stand behind her, resting one hand on either side of her on the counter. His bare chest pressed against her back as he glanced over her shoulder. She felt caged by his muscular arms, and her breasts tingled. He met her gaze, and his eyes delved into the depths of hers. "My methods are quite unorthodox, Lisa. Most photographers don't physically touch their models. They simply direct them to assume certain poses. I find that to get the effect I want in erotic photography I need freedom to touch and manipulate your body. I need to be able to arouse you, and your arousal will come through in the photos. By signing the contract, you are basically turning your body over to me during the shoot. I intend to touch you as intimately as I see fit in order to accomplish that goal. However, as it states, you won't be forced to do anything against your will. You can say stop at any time. Do you have any objection to those terms?" Lisa's gaze dropped to his lips mere inches from hers. It was hard to appear calm when her heart was pounding. If he had any idea how intimately she had dreamed about him touching her, he would probably laugh himself silly. "No, I suppose not," she murmured. "Good. If you will sign the contract, we can get started." Lisa signed both copies where he indicated, and he handed one to her. She folded hers and put it in her purse but noticed that he left his copy sitting on the bar. "Come on." He picked up his mug of coffee and led her into another large room that was walled off from the other rooms. There was a sitting area and a large four-poster bed draped with mosquito netting and made up with taupe satin sheets. Several stands holding lights were scattered around the bed, and an assortment of cameras was spread on a large table along one wall. The room looked cozy and sexy. Lisa stood in the middle of the room fiddling nervously with her fingers. Jake chose a camera and carried it to the sitting area. "I'm going to start with a few photos of you while you undress for me." He came to stand in front of her and cupped her chin in his hand until she met his eye. "Just remember, I am a pro at this. If you just listen and do as I say, you will do fine. The key is for you to forget about the camera." Lisa gave a nervous laugh. "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one who's going to be naked." Jake grinned. "Let me make it a bit easier for you. Don't think of this as a photo shoot. Think of it as a play, and you are the star actress. First, you have to get into character, and for that you need some background information. For this shoot, I need a woman who is submissive, willing to do whatever is necessary to please her man." "That sounds like something a caveman would say," Lisa said with a laugh. He gave a shrug. "Yes it does, so just for today, pretend that you are a cavewoman. Turn yourself over to me, and pretend that I am your lover, and I expect you to do whatever it takes to please me. You are mine. Your body belongs to me, and everything you do should be designed to bring me pleasure." He ran a thumb over her bottom lip, and he smiled when she shivered. "Do you understand?" When she gave him a hesitant nod, he continued in a voice that was quiet but commanding. "Imagine that it's just you and me, no camera. You want desperately to please me. My approval is all that matters in the world. Now, take your hair down for me." Lisa released her hair with trembling fingers, dropping the clip onto a nearby table. She shook the tresses out until they curled around her shoulders in a thick mane. "That's it," he said, shooting several pictures of her from different angles. "Now your blouse...take it off just for me. Tease me by taking your time with the buttons." His voice sent tremors of excitement through her body as Lisa slowly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. The fact that the camera was going nonstop barely registered as she dropped it onto a nearby chair and found that she couldn't meet his eye. From beneath her lashes, she saw him considering her as he circled her. Her lacy, white underwire bra displayed her generous breasts to perfection. The white satin contrasted against the golden tones of her skin, and her hardened nipples were clearly visible, straining against the lace. She noticed his eyes lingering on the dark hollow of her cleavage, and Lisa tugged her bottom lip with her teeth as she waited for his next instruction. "Turn around and unzip your skirt. Shimmy out of it slowly. I want a nice view of your ass. Show me with your hands how you want me to caress that ass." Becoming His Lisa did as instructed, forgetting about the camera as she concentrated on making her unveiling as sensual as possible. How she had ended up stripping for this man she had no idea, but she liked it. Having him photographing her made her feel sexy and appreciated. "Bend over at the waist as you slide your panties slowly down your legs. When you've stepped out of them, keep your hands on your ankles." He shot numerous pictures as she complied. "Cross your ankles. That's it." He shot a few more pictures. "Now spread your legs wide, Lisa. I want to see your pussy. Beautiful. You definitely don't need to shave that perfect snatch. Now touch yourself the way you want me to touch you. Good. Now keep doing that until I tell you to stop." Lisa couldn't have said whether she stayed like that for minutes or hours, slowly stroking her own pussy. All she knew was that she hoped desperately that he liked what he saw. She had never wanted anyone's approval so badly. She squeezed her eyes closed and concentrated on trying to draw an adequate breath, as she felt her own moisture coating her fingers and heard the sloshing sound of it in the quiet room. "Perfect. Now stand up and turn around." He waited for her to comply. "Take off your bra...just for me," he quietly commanded. Lisa kept her eyes turned downward as she released the front clasp on her bra and let it slide slowly down her arms. Her breasts bounced free as if they were eager for him to declare them worthy. Her hardened nipples pouted atop her breasts, revealing the level of her arousal. Once again, she stood as still as possible for his benefit. Again, he circled her, taking shots from various angles. When he was satisfied that he had maximized the possibilities, he set the camera aside and leaned his hips back against the table. "Come here," he said quietly. Lisa approached and stood just in front of his legs. He drew her against his body and grinned down at her. "You're a natural at this, Lisa. You are beautiful and sexy, and your body is every man's wet dream. Now it's time to take it to the next level. This is where the touching comes in. I want you so aroused that you won't be able to look at me without begging me with your eyes to fuck you." He bent his head and captured her lips, just as he had been doing in her fantasies all week. Lisa sank into him as he tasted her mouth leisurely. When she was breathless and needy, he drew back. Jake kneaded her ass with one hand while he explored her breasts with the other. Lisa kept her gaze on his hand, unable to look at his face. She had become so immersed in her role that she could feel his power over her. "Your breasts are perfect," he said in a husky voice. "They were made to give me pleasure." Lisa quivered as he squeezed one nipple and twisted it progressively harder until pain mixed with pleasure. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out even as she arched her back to press her breast more firmly into his hand. "It's just as I suspected, Lisa. You are a natural submissive." He toyed with her breasts, smiling when she moaned her appreciation. Finally, he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and drew her close for another kiss. Right from the start, Lisa felt consumed. She was a tasty morsel, and he devoured her, leaving her gasping when his moist lips traveled down her neck to her breasts. He lifted one breast in his palm, testing its weight before he drew her engorged nipple into his mouth where he nibbled it sharply. She cried out and clasped his head closer to her, threading her fingers through his silky hair. He settled in to feast, tugging the sensitive flesh with his teeth, laving it with his hot tongue and sucking it until Lisa couldn't hold back her sobs of pleasure. She held her breast up for his mouth, leaving his hands free to roam her body. He caressed every curve and delved into every crevice. Finally, he made his way to her clit and stroked it tauntingly with his thumb as he probed her with two broad fingers. Lisa's whimper betrayed the fact that she was trying to maintain her self-control in the face of his onslaught. He abruptly released her nipple and met her startled gaze. "Don't fight the feeling," he whispered. "Let yourself go. I want you to come for me. Now!" He gave her clit a sharp flick, and with a gasp, Lisa let herself go. Her pussy contracted around his fingers in waves as a massive orgasm washed over her. He gripped her hip and held her steady as he watched her, enjoying the spasms of her snug passage. Her juices dribbled down his hand, but his jaw was clenched too firmly to grin. He waited until the contractions began to fade away before he squeezed hard on her clit. "Offer me your other breast," he demanded. "I want to taste it." Lisa eagerly cupped her breast and guided the nipple to his mouth while he resumed stroking deep inside her pussy. This time she didn't try to hide her emotions, and she followed his cues. When he bit down on her nipple and gave her clit a flick of his thumb, she fractured in his arms. Her scream of delight corresponded with the soothing strokes of his tongue and fingers. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. "Don't move. Stay just like that for me." He retrieved the camera and started shooting again, much to Lisa's disappointment. She had forgotten all about the photos. She just wanted him to continue with what he had started. "That's it, Lisa. Give me that 'come fuck me' look. Good girl. Show me how badly you want my cock inside you." He alternated between close ups and body shots, photographing her from all angles. With minimal instruction, she caressed herself and writhed on the bed, showing him how she wished he would touch her. She was nearly frantic with need. Her cheeks were flushed, and a fine dewy sweat coated her body beneath the bright lights. Finally, Jake was satisfied that he had gotten the shots he wanted. He opened a large closet and rummaged through racks of negligees and lingerie. He finally chose a red satin gown that was backless except for spaghetti straps that crossed in several places. He tossed it to her. "Put that on while I change the film," he said. Oddly, putting on the skimpy gown made Lisa feel self-conscious. It barely covered her ass, and the slippery fabric teased her flesh as it slid over her body. Her nipples pressed wantonly against the soft material that was stretched across them. She stood beside the bed, waiting nervously for him to finish loading the camera. Jake turned to face her and raked her from head to toe with his mysterious dark eyes. Lisa knew he wasn't unaffected when she noticed the bulge in the front of his jeans. "Perfect," he grinned. "Now lay down on your back with your head hanging off the foot of the bed. One leg straight out, the other knee bent." He waited until she had complied before handing her a long-stemmed silk rose. He knelt on his haunches and met her upside down gaze. "Pretend that this rose is my mouth. Use it to show me everywhere you want me to taste you." Lisa shuddered lightly, noticing that he said taste rather than kiss. She closed her eyes and began by caressing her mouth with the rose. Her lips naturally parted, and she moaned as she imagined Jake's lips on hers again. The camera barely registered in her awareness as she caressed herself and listened to his words of encouragement. She used the rose to lead his eyes to her breasts. Posed as she was, partially hanging off the bed, her breasts were nearly falling out of the neckline of the gown, and they appeared even more luscious and ripe than usual. She imagined his lips and teeth and tongue on her as she explored every exposed curve and circled her barely concealed nipples through the satin, making them stand even more stiffly erect. His deep, velvety voice urged her on, as he murmured his approval. Lisa dragged the rose down her body, pausing to circle her naval. How she wished to feel his tongue there! She released another moan and writhed on the sheets. When the rose reached her pussy, she whimpered, begging Jake with her eyes. She saw him grin as he continued to photograph her, circling the bed to get the angles he wanted. "That's it, Lisa. Beg me with your eyes. Good girl." The time flew swiftly, with Lisa becoming more and more aroused. Jake had her change clothes numerous times and had her use various props and imagine different scenarios as he photographed her. They paused only to eat a quick lunch, and then they were right back at it. Every time Jake touched her, he left her wanting him even more. Before she knew it, it was four o'clock. "That's a wrap, Lisa," Jake said, setting the camera aside. "You did a fantastic job. I got all the shots I need. You can put your clothes back on, and I'll meet you in the kitchen." Jake left without a backward glance. Lisa was having difficulty separating her role from reality. She wasn't ready for the shoot to end, and especially not while she was so needy and unfulfilled. She dressed with shaking fingers and secured her hair up with the clip before following him. When she reached the kitchen, Jake handed her a stack of hundred dollar bills. "Here's your fee, as promised. How was it for you today?" Lisa stifled the urge to tell him what she really felt. She had forgotten all about the fee. She just wanted desperately for him to satisfy the burning desire he had started in her body. She really didn't want to walk out the door and out of his life. She wanted so much more... "It was fine. Different than I had imagined." "Well, it's possible that I could have more work for you in the future. If you want to leave your number with me, I'll call you if anything comes up." The desperate hope that filled her was a shock to her senses. "Sure." Lisa wrote her name and phone number on a paper he had given her and handed it back to him. "Feel free to call me anytime. I mean, maybe we could have dinner sometime...or something." Lisa's cheeks colored as she heard the words. Now she was the one using lame pick up lines. He came to stand in front of her and tucked a stray lock of her hair behind one ear. She was mesmerized by his gaze. "That's a tempting offer, but I am very demanding when it comes to relationships. I don't know whether you are the right kind of woman for me." "Well, what kind of woman are you looking for?" "Like I said earlier, I want a woman who is willing to do whatever it takes to please me." Confusion was clear on Lisa's face as she thought back on their conversation. "Who is the private collector that you took these photos for today?" "They are for my private collection. I intend to enjoy them thoroughly, but they are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what I want from a woman." Lisa was stunned. "Do you mean to say that you are paying me a thousand dollars just so you can enjoy looking at pictures of me?" "No, I wanted to explore your nature and find out whether you are submissive or not. The money is not important to me," he gestured casually to his expensive apartment. "As you can see, business is good, and I'm not hurting for cash. It is well worth the fee to find out whether you could be the right woman for me. You did very well today, but that's just the beginning." Time seemed to stand still as they stood watching each other. The sound of a passing siren startled them both, and Jake cleared his throat. "Alright then. Good job today. I'll keep your number handy, and maybe I'll call you again sometime." He ushered her to the door and closed it behind her as soon as she had passed through. As Lisa descended the steps, she blinked back tears of frustration. Short of swallowing her pride and begging him to make love to her, she had no choice but to walk away. ********* Eleven days that felt more like eleven months passed before Lisa heard from Jake again. During that time, he occupied her every thought. She could not rid herself of the sexual tension he had stirred in her, and no amount of masturbation seemed to help. Her vibrator became her enemy, because it was such a poor substitute for him. The phone rang on Wednesday evening, and Lisa ran to pick it up. "Hello," she said breathlessly. "Lisa, it's Jake. The photos turned out fantastic, and I want to do another session. Would you be interested?" "Sure! When?" "Well, first I should clarify. The theme of this session is to delve even deeper into your submissive nature. This time it would involve a male friend of mine, and I have in mind to photograph you getting spanked, giving a blowjob and being fucked. Naturally the fee would be significantly higher, three thousand this time. Would you be up for that?" Lisa was glad he couldn't see her look of shock. Posing in the nude was one thing, but this was a whole different ballgame. "I...ah...I'm not sure." "I understand your hesitation, but it would bring me great pleasure." Lisa couldn't bring herself to turn him down. She needed to see him again, whatever the circumstances. She took a shaky breath and cleared her throat. "Okay, I'll do it. When do you want me there?" "Good girl. Same as last week, Saturday around ten. Oh, and Lisa, are you on birth control?" Lisa's cheeks turned bright red. "Yes, why?" "Because my friend won't be wearing a condom during the shoot. You don't have to worry about catching anything, he's got a clean bill of health, but I wouldn't want you getting pregnant." His words sent a tingle up her spine. "No worries on that account, I've been on the pill for several years." "Good. See you Saturday." He hung up, leaving Lisa clutching the phone. ******** Once again, the days crawled by until Saturday. By the time Lisa arrived at Jake's studio, her nerves were raw. He opened the door with a grin and waved her inside. "Good morning, beautiful." Lisa's insides melted and she returned his smile with a shy one of her own. "Good morning." She followed him into the kitchen, feeling a surge of déjà vu as she perched on the same stool she had used before and watched him retrieve two copies of a slightly different contract from his office. "Mark isn't here yet. I told him to come a few minutes later to give us some time to talk before the shoot. Jake handed her the contract, and once again, he propped one hand on either side of her, penning her between his body and the counter as he looked over her shoulder. "As you can see, this contract is a bit different than the one you signed last time. This one states that you agree to participate in sexual acts and submit to physical punishment. Same as before, you can always call a halt to the proceedings, and the pictures are for my private enjoyment. They will not be released for public viewing, not even to Mark." Lisa found it impossible to focus on the words, as she breathed in Jake's clean, musky smell. She picked up a pen and signed her name. "Seems straightforward enough." "It is." Jake swiveled her stool around until she was facing him, then he leaned in close and snared her gaze. "Lisa, I know you are going to be fabulous, just like last time. It's going to be very different having Mark here. You will probably feel nervous and stiff. The way to get around that is to focus on me. Everything you do today, you will be doing for me." Jake slid one palm up to cup the side of her face, and his eyes dropped to her lips. "For today, I am your lover, your lord and master. I have decided that it would please me to watch another man using your body. Because you love me and want only to please me, you will submit to a total stranger, but only because I wish it. For my pleasure, you will play whore to another man of my choosing. Are you willing to do that?" "Yes," she whispered. "Good girl. Just keep that thought in mind. Everything you allow to happen today, you will be doing for my pleasure." The doorbell rang, and Jake went to answer it. He came back with a stunningly handsome man. He stood well over six feet, had the body of an athlete, and his blond hair and blue eyes were dreamy. Still, Lisa thought he wasn't nearly as sexy as Jake. "Lisa, this is my friend Mark. Mark, this is the woman I told you about." She and Mark exchanged greetings while shaking hands, and Lisa found it difficult to meet his eye. She was flooded with both excitement and anxiety. "Let's get started, shall we?" Jake led them both into the same room they had used the time before, but Lisa was surprised to see it looked quite different. The sheets had been changed to ice blue satin, the mosquito netting was gone, and various other props had been rearranged or replaced. It looked like a different room entirely. "Okay," Jake said, picking up a camera and turning to face them. "I've talked with Lisa, and she knows what I want. Mark, she's yours for the day. I want you to put her through her paces, use her however you see fit, and if she doesn't satisfy you completely, I want you to discipline her." Mark looked at Lisa, and her eyes fell to the carpet. He walked to the sofa and sat down, casually crossing his legs and stretching his arms along the back of the cushions. "Undress for me. I want to see what you have to offer." Lisa felt a heated blush creeping up her cheeks, but she complied. She could feel the heat of both male gazes as she slowly removed her clothes. Jake caught every moment with the camera. Finally, she stood naked in the middle of the room. "Turn around slowly," Mark said, looking her over with a lustful grin. "Nice. You weren't exaggerating when you told me she has a fantastic body, Jake." Lisa's cheeks burned even brighter, knowing that they had discussed her. She could barely draw a breath as they both inspected her, commenting on her various attributes. "Crawl over to me and kneel at my feet," Mark said. Lisa dropped to all fours and crawled across the carpet. When she reached Mark's feet, she knelt with her head bowed, waiting for his next instruction. The camera faded from her awareness, but she remained focused on Jake and what he was thinking as he photographed her. "Spread your knees wide apart and touch yourself. That's it," Mark said as she complied. He grinned when he saw the moisture already coating her fingers. "What a hot little slut you are! Now beg me to let you give me a blow job." Lisa closed her eyes and imagined that it was Jake sitting there instead of Mark. "Please, sir. Please let me suck your cock." As she said the words, she felt more moisture oozing out between her thighs. "You may suck my cock, but if you spill a single drop of my cum, I am going to punish you. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," Lisa replied meekly. "Good. Then suck me." Mark watched with a grin, as Lisa unzipped his jeans and reached inside for his penis. He was huge, already erect and throbbing. She set to work, closing her eyes as she imagined that it was Jake's cock sliding down her throat. She moaned and sucked harder, using her tongue to tease along every ridge and hollow. She felt Jakes foot nudging her knees further apart, and she opened her legs wide so he could photograph her. The knowledge that he was watching her every move made her pussy throb. Mark gripped her hair and dropped his head onto the back of the sofa as he enjoyed the sensations she was creating. Jake circled them, capturing every angle of the scene as Lisa sucked the huge penis. "Man, she's good. I don't think I've ever met a woman who gave such great head," Mark gritted out, as he rocked his hips against her face. Lisa finally felt his cock swelling in her mouth, and she braced herself to swallow Mark's cum. It shot down her throat in long, sticky ropes, but just when the flow started to lessen, he jerked free of her mouth and shot the last few strands onto her face and breasts. Lisa's eyes flew to Mark's face before she realized her mistake and dropped them again to his lap. Jake knelt on his haunches beside her to shoot several pictures. Becoming His "What did I tell you?" Mark asked her in a mocking voice. "It looks to me like you want to be punished." Mark looked at Jake and grinned. "How do you want me to discipline your little whore?" Jake cocked his head to one side, as if considering the question. "Why don't you start with her across your lap? She will submit to a bare-handed spanking, because she knows I want to see her get one." Mark's grin widened. "Sounds good." He handed Lisa a tissue from a nearby box. "Wipe yourself off and then climb up here and present your ass to be spanked." Lisa did as he commanded, but her entire awareness was centered on Jake watching and photographing her. She hadn't been spanked since she was a small child, and she didn't know what to expect. Mark laid an arm across her back and caressed her ass with one large palm. Just when she had relaxed a tiny bit, he raised his hand and brought it down with a solid thwack on her bottom. Lisa yelped, and tears of pain sprang to her eyes. Her ass felt like it was on fire. "This is going to be fun," Mark said to Jake. "Look how her skin turns bright red." Jake took several photos of the large red handprint that was clearly visible on Lisa's ass and paused to grin at Mark. "I knew from the way she blushes that her asscheeks would look spectacular during a spanking. Keep it up until her whole bottom is just as red." Mark settled into a steady rhythm, and Lisa began to panic. She squirmed and squealed, biting her bottom lip to keep from pleading with him to stop. She lost count of the number of times he had spanked her, and she became aware of his erection swelling once again and pressing against her belly. She shivered when he finally stopped, and his fingers suddenly plunged into her sopping wet pussy. "Would you look at that? I think the little slut likes to be spanked." Both men laughed, and Lisa squeezed her eyes tightly shut to hide her mortification. She remained motionless as Mark continued to probe her pussy, spreading her puffy lips apart so Jake could photograph her from every angle. "Keep doing what you are doing," Jake said. "I need to reload on film." Lisa moaned as Mark delved even deeper inside her, stroking her sensitive clit. "Don't let her come," Jake warned him. "She doesn't get to come until I say so." Lisa bit back a frustrated sob and squirmed on Mark's lap. He reached beneath her and gave her nipple a firm squeeze. "I think her ass would look even prettier with a few belt marks across it," Mark said casually. "That's a good idea," Jake said, meeting Lisa's startled gaze. His eyes remained locked with hers as he slid his own belt off and handed it to Mark. "Go for it, but be sure not to break the skin. I don't want any permanent scars on her." Lisa felt her panic beginning to rise up once again, and she let out a whimper. Jake held her gaze intently. "You'll submit willingly because it pleases me," he said in a soft but commanding voice. Lisa dropped her gaze to the sofa and braced herself. Mark brought the belt down sharply on her bottom, and Lisa screamed. Each time he struck her with the wide leather belt, it felt like fire was shooting through her ass. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she found it impossible to keep from squirming. It seemed like an eternity had passed before Jake was satisfied that he had gotten all the shots he wanted. Mark dropped the belt and gave her bottom a punishing squeeze, causing Lisa to whimper. "Go lie on the bed and spread your legs for me. I'm ready to fuck you." Lisa stood up and began to walk toward the bed. "Not that way! On your hands and knees." Lisa bit her bottom lip and sank onto all fours. She crawled to the bed while the two men walked beside her. Jake continued to photograph her, taking pictures of her sprawled naked on the bed while Mark shed his clothes. There wasn't any foreplay. Mark simply grasped her thighs and held them wide while he plunged into her. He used her body like he would a prostitute, taking her in a variety of positions as Jake circled them with the camera. Mark's stamina was remarkable, and he maintained his erection for well over an hour as he fucked her. Mark roughly handled her breasts, twisted her nipples, pounded her pussy, and finally shuddered and groaned with delight as he unleashed another wad of sperm deep inside her. Lisa remained focused on Jake the entire time, wishing desperately that he was the one using her body instead of Mark. She was wound tight, but she couldn't orgasm, not until Jake gave her permission. Mark withdrew and left her panting on the bed as he and Jake shared a grin. "Man, that is some fine pussy Jake. Anytime you want to share her again, just call me." "Thanks buddy. That was spectacular." Jake and Mark gave each other a high five. "Stay there, Lisa, just like you are. I want a few more shots of you, but Mark, I think you are done for the day." Jake loaded more film into his camera while Mark got dressed. They walked out, and Lisa could hear their rumbling male voices as they chatted and laughed. She heard Jake open and close the front door to let Mark out before he returned to the room. Lisa lay sprawled on the bed, just as they had left her, and she briefly met Jake's eye as he approached with the camera. Her body was thrumming with sexual tension as Jake circled her for another half hour, photographing her flushed body, paying particular attention to her swollen, shiny pussy and her throbbing nipples. When he was finally satisfied, he lay the camera aside and grinned down at her. "You were magnificent today, Lisa. I got just what I wanted. You can shower if you want, and then get dressed and I will meet you in the kitchen." Jake started to leave the room, and Lisa sat up quickly. "Wait!" When he turned back to face her, Lisa's eyes pleaded with him. She fought back tears as she thought about returning to her lonely apartment. "Please, you can't leave me like this. I need..." She broke off on a sob, unable to finish her sentence. Jake grinned again, and this time, there was open lust in his eyes. "Oh, I forgot. You didn't get to come, did you?" Lisa shook her head. "What do you want me to do about that, Lisa?" "Please, make love to me," she whispered. He placed both hands on the bed and leaned close enough for her to feel his breath on her face, and his eyes dropped to survey her nudity once more. When he finally spoke, his voice was a soft, gravelly rumble. "If I make love to you now, you will belong to me, body and soul. We won't be testing the waters anymore. I will own you." Lisa shivered, but she held his gaze. "You already do." Jake closed the distance between them, and Lisa clung to him as he claimed her mouth. She wrestled his clothes off of him, frantic to have him inside her. When she peeled his pants off and revealed his erection, her breath caught in her throat. His cock was just as beautiful as the rest of him, thick and long, bigger even than Mark's had been. She stroked it lovingly in both hands. Without any prompting, she took him into her mouth and worshipped him. Her moans mixed with his as she bobbed back and forth, taking him deeper with each stroke. When she felt him tensing, she buried her nose in his pubic hair and swallowed his hot, sticky sperm, thrilled that she had pleased him. When the last contractions faded, Jake lifted her head away and stroked his thumb along her cheek. "Good girl. I've been dreaming about this for the past three weeks." "You have?" Her confusion showed on her face. "I thought I didn't mean anything to you." "From the minute I laid eyes on you in the store, I have wanted to have you for my own." "But you seemed so casual about it all, like you didn't really care about me." "I care more than you know," Jake said with a grin. "I had to make sure you were the right kind of woman for me. I will demand your total obedience, and I had to make sure you were capable of giving it. You pleased me tremendously today." Lisa glowed with pride, and she rose up to wrap her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she kissed him. It didn't take long for his cock to stiffen against her belly. Jake pressed her back on the pillows and drove into her, filling her so deeply that it stole her breath. He watched her face as he rode her, luxuriating in her slick heat. She wrapped her legs around him and arched to meet each thrust. "That's it, baby. Come for me, just for me." She let go and her muscles locked to hold him deep inside. She had never experienced an orgasm like that, and she shuddered as her pussy clenched around him. He waited only until her tension eased to resume his strokes. When she began to flower for him again, he withdrew and flipped her onto all fours. He grasped her hips and drove into her from behind. They both groaned as his balls slapped against her ass. His hands cupped her breasts with possessive heat as he squeezed her sensitive nipples. She braced her knees wide apart and arched her back, loving every sensation. "Come for me again," Jake whispered in her ear as he gave her nipples another sharp squeeze. Lisa screamed and clenched around him, feeling her juices running down the insides of her thighs. After that, she climaxed so many times, she lost track, but each time, she waited for his command before letting herself go. When he finally came with her and poured his seed deep inside her pussy, she sobbed with satisfaction. They collapsed in a sweaty, boneless heap on the bed, both of their chests heaving from their exertions. Jake pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair where it lay on his shoulder and chest. "You're beautiful, and you're all mine." "I know," she whispered. Becoming His As he rose from his seat to go to the restroom, my eyes followed his ascent as if he were moving in slow motion. I followed him from his smooth chocolate baldhead glistening in the ambient light of the restaurant, to his eyes, which were the color of midnight and promised ecstasy. My eye perused his clit-colored lips that were begging to be kissed. He had on rust orange silk shirt, through which his nipples emerged. The shirt highlighted the outline of his taught biceps and abs. I took in the sight of his zipper on his jet-black wool slacks that bisected the picture frame of his hips and thighs made for his overgrown cucumber dick and balls. They sat like a pair of peaches in his pants, all firm and round and ripe on either side of his zipper. Mentally, I had been fucking him all night. I had climbed atop his lap and ground my cunt against his dark dick through his slacks. I had sucked on his tongue until it had grown numb. I had pressed my tits against his chest until my pink nipples were hard and excited. I had licked his ebony skin between his thighs, up to his balls until my lips stung from the taste of the salt on his skin. I had strapped on a black plastic dildo, had him down on all fours. I pumped the plastic cock in and out of his ass, fucking him like a man fucks a woman he never thought he'd ever have the chance to take. Slow with a little hesitation at first, and then fast and furiously, like only his orgasm matters. Fucking him until his breathy, masculine moans and groans foretold that he was about to cum. The image raced through my mind even though I didn't even own a strap-on dildo. I must get one tomorrow. All through the evening I had felt my tits longing for his touch, underneath my baby pink sleeveless cotton blouse. With every deep exhale the top button would pop open. I felt my nipples swelling up, pushing out from the smooth lines of my black bra trying to contain my tits. Throughout the night, I had tried to conceal my arousal by keeping my arms folded across my chest. I felt my juices ooze through my black lace thong and flow down around my crotch. I had become so excited by him from the moment when I first saw him that my pussy tingled with anticipation for his dick and my mouth watered for it. All night, I had been trying to deny my attraction to him. It was so strong that I feared if he knew the size of my lust, I would somehow become his little white slut. I didn't want to be that stereotypical little blonde haired white girl with blue eyes that falls for the big black man with the huge cock. I didn't want to become that. I hated that I was so affected by this sexy black man. Who knew a blind date could turn out this way? I thought I would have to kill Nadia for setting this up. As he turned away to leave me, I was so excited by his tight, round ass that it caused me to rethink the negative stigma attached to kissing ass. I wanted to do more than kiss it. I wanted to pull on his pants until they came off. I wanted to pull on his underwear until his cock and balls spilled out, until his juicy ass was out, and stare at the bounty of his masculine black body, at least initially. My pussy began screaming at me, demanding that I get him inside of her any way I could. Unable to deny my pussy's demands any longer, I followed him. Halfway uncertain as to what I should do to solicit him, and as I got close enough to him to speak to him in a conversational voice, I asked, "Would you mind taking me home?" "We are not even through with dinner yet. Patricia, are you sure you want to go?" He questioned. "Yes, please I need to go, " I replied as I touched his shoulder for the first time. "Ok, I will be right back." As he left I became jealous of his hands knowing he would be touching his cock in the bathroom. I could see him standing in front of me stroking his cock and making his thick black cock hard for me. He finally returned and I followed him to his Silver Mercedes ML-500, and we got in. I watched him slide the key into the ignition, start the engine, and turn the steering wheel as we exited the parking lot of the restaurant. I stared at his hands around the steering wheel. They were large and seemed soft, smooth, and delicate enough to fit into any orifice. They seemed honest enough to make his touch sincere, to make it seem like he could touch me and I would feel like I was really touching myself. He took his right hand off the steering wheel and placed it on his upper right thigh. The movement directed my eyes to his crotch, causing me to fantasize about the bulge in his pants, the promises his cock could make and keep. I extended my left hand and rested it on his upper right thigh. I squeezed his thigh and ran my hand up to his hips, and up to his navel. I could feel him flinch in surprise upon feeling my touch, and he jerked the steering wheel slightly. I looked up for a moment noticing that we were approaching a bridge. I berated myself for not telling him to take a different route to my house, so that he could pull over and I could enjoy him in a somewhat private area. Consumed by the possibilities of the moment, I unbuttoned my blouse. He took his eyes off the road and looked down at me, absolutely titillated by my actions. I smiled a devilish smile. I pulled my blouse down over my right shoulder. My right bra strap fell off my shoulder as if it were commanded to do so. I arched my back and took my blouse off and dropped it on the leather seat behind my ass. I reached behind my back to unfasten my black lace demi-cup bra. I pulled it from my chest and slid it over my arms. He looked at my tits. My perfectly round melons four or five times the size of his balls, which could easily be made to squeeze his dick so tight that he'd feel like it was breaking through a virgin's hole. My tits were firm, but they bounced and dangled a bit with the vibrations of the SUV, like they would when a woman straddles a man. As she cradles his dick between her legs, as she rises and falls on him, taking his dick in and taking it out, slowly right before she knows he's going to cum. He took one hand off the steering wheel and cupped my left breast, squeezing it up from the base, up to my pinkish nipple, squirting my nipple out through his hand until it became erect with the same animalistic fervor as if he had used his mouth, to suck my breast like he really wanted to do. I was beginning to get wetter. I leaned over into his lap, beneath the steering wheel, as he released my tit. I smelled his fluid like he must've jerked off before our date. Becoming more turned on by his smell, becoming more turned on by his lust, I unzipped his pants. I slid my fingers into the cock slot of his charcoal gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs, pulling out his deliciously overgrown cucumber dick that instantly became all stiff once out of his pants and pointed in my direction. As we were now approaching the top of the bridge, traffic began to build; He had to stop the SUV. I only noticed the ML-500 jerk for a moment. I rubbed my face against his throbbing black dick, sliding my face up and down, over and around, holding on to it, getting what I so badly needed. I drew myself into his lap even more noticing he was unable to keep his foot steady on the brake as he waited for the traffic jam to ease. I held his dick with my fingers and kissed its dark mushroom head. I licked the tip. He slid his hand down my back, between my skin and my thong, down the crack, to my hole, while rubbing his dick with his left hand in unison with my stroking. He realized that my Rock & Republic Stretch jeans were a little too tight for him to work his hand into my ass anymore. He said, "You've need to help me a bit." I let go of him, unbuttoned, and wiggled out of my jeans. He continued to slide his hand down my naked back, moved aside my thong, and tickled me around my hole. He took his hand away from my ass and licked his fingers to ease their entry into my ass. He considerately and slowly placed finger number one, finger number two, and finger number three into my hole, fucking my ass with his fingers. New at this, his fingers felt like a dick in my ass, fucking me with the same force and sensitivity. I reached down between my legs, balling up my hands pressed on my cunt, coaxing myself to cum, marching my fingers into my clit, up my pussy hole. Manipulating my hand against, around, and in my cunt like a directionless cock stumbling to find its way. Now craving his dick even more, I capped the tip of his ebony cock with my mouth and began taking his shaft in slowly, a half-inch at a time, feeling him with my tongue. I slid my tongue around his creases, lubing him up with my saliva, and feeling my own lips becoming even slicker with my fluids. I started rocking toward him and away, taking his dick in more and more and then less and less as I rocked. I continued rubbing my clit with my fingers. He pushed his fingers into my ass even more. I felt my cunt spasm uncontrollably, felt myself orgasm. All while I was taking his mouth-watering dick more and more into my mouth each time, as his fingers were pulsating in my ass, in the same rhythm as I was sucking him off. It felt like his fingers were about to shoot and then his dick did, in my mouth. All down my throat. I sucked and lapped up his thick cream like a man in the desert parched of thirst. When we finally arrived to my place we rearranged our clothes and hurried inside, only to tear them off again. He ate out my cunt like no man had ever done. After each powerful orgasm my pussy desired more and more. His oversize black cock delivered on each promise fucking my pussy from behind over the arm of my couch and making me scream with pleasure. With almost all of our energy drained from our bodies we stumbled into the shower. After soaping each other up I found myself on my knees facing his tight black ass. I kissed his ass cheeks softly and slowly all around. I spread his ass open with both hands exposing his black hole as the hot water streamed over it. Without an ounce shame I licked his backdoor feeling his soft ridges pucker and tremble against my tongue. He slapped his hand against the shower wall and pushed his ass into my face just as I had pushed my cunt in to his moments before. I tongue fucked his ass as the hot water streamed down my back like a hot liquid finger teasing my back, ass, and clit all at the same time. My body hungered to have him inside me again. I got up from my knees and offered up my firm ass and lithe hips, daring him to entomb himself in the reservoir of his choice. I looked over my shoulder and watched him rub his soap-slicked tube of black steal up and down my velvet white ass. My nails dug into the flesh of my ass as I opened myself wider as he rubbed his thick member slowly up the crease of my ass and back down toward my cunt. Then with no resistance I felt his meaty black cock press into my ass. I hear him exhale; slowly he inched deeper into my molten core. He fucked my ass with an erotic rhythm I had never felt before. With my back arched my hips moved back to meet his rhythm. I was in heaven. For the first time in my life I was not only enjoying anal sex, I was ravenous for it. My mouth opened wide, but no sound escaped. My head snapped back and even with my eyes closed tightly I saw sparkles of light invade my eyelids. The air was charged around us seeming to ignite a smattering of bombs deep inside me. My body contracted tightly then expanded outward like a supernova. Our bodies seemed to fuse together. My breath was weak and I was near exhaustion as we melted down to the floor of the shower. I snapped out of my passion-induced coma sitting on the shower floor alone still twitching like a junkie, longing for one more delicious fix. He helped me out of the shower and lovingly dried me off. I stared at his dark muscular nude body as we lay in my bed. I moved my hand up and down his body then started caressing his thick dick again. I loved the way his black snake came back to life in my petite white hand. I wrapped my leg over his thigh and grinded my pussy against his thigh like a naughty little cat in heat. I straddled his hips and position my juicy pussy over his dick. I watched as I slowly fed my cunt with his big chocolate cock. My body shivered when he was completely inside of me. My juices pooled at the base of his cock and then tricked down to the sheets. I then proceeded to try to fuck every drop of cum out of him that night. The night was ecstasy. As the year went by I became what I had feared. That stereotypical little blonde haired white girl with blue eyes that falls for the big black man with the huge cock. Yes, I was his little white slut, but I also have become his bride as well. He gives me everything I could have wanted in a man or ever needed. He has even let me fuck him with the big black strap-on dildo I bought the very next day after our blind date. Jarvis has made me completely his. Now as I lay in our bed under satin sheets holding him tight. I stroke his meaty black cock feeling it throb to its colossal size, making my cunt salivate with lust. Jarvis wakes up and turns over with a smile on his face. I turn over onto my knees and open my juicy pussy up with both hands inviting Jarvis to give me what I lust for. I feel the tip of his black cock at the entrance of my dripping pink pussy, knowing Jarvis will again deliver multi-orgasmic pleasures. I have become Jarvis's little white slut, his love, his bride, his wife and I love each and every role I play. Becoming His I am not Italian, nor have I ever met a member of the mafia. My distinct apologies for any errors or misconceptions. -Introduction- A few months before my twentieth birthday, I sat with Marco Giovanni, the most notorious mafia boss in New York, on the couch in his room sipping soda. We talked for hours that night. Actually, he talked, and I listened. He told me that he loved me, that he has sine he had seen me on the arm of my ex-boyfriend. And he told me he wanted to be his girl, his only love. He also told me what being his girl meant. It meant dressing nice and going with him to parties to help impress clients and to keep him company. It meant living with him in the den and helping with the chores and the cooking for the rest of the gang. It meant giving myself to him totally and completely. It meant allowing him to own me, to possess my body whenever, wherever and however he wanted. It meant never telling him "no." It meant accepting his punishments and discipline and learning from his training. It meant allowing him to mark my body in any way, permanently or otherwise. It meant allowing him to share me with whomever he chose. It meant accepting him as my Master. But it also meant his undying protection, devotion and love. It meant his safe arms to hide in. It meant a permanent place as a friend to all the gang. It meant, should I wish, training in the mob ways and a place among the leaders both outside and inside the den. It meant that I would never want for anything and that I would feel loved and cherished and needed for all my time. And I wanted it. And so I agreed to it all, and we sealed it with a kiss. -Chapter 1- "Doc will be here at three to prepare you for me. You are to do exactly as he says without question. Trust him as you would me. Tonight, my love, I will take you as my own." That's what the note that sat on my pillow read. I had awoken to it that morning, three days after I pledged myself to him. Doc's real name was Piero, but they all called him Doc because that was his job. He was, along with being a leader in the gang, the doctor for all of us so that care would come quickly after any fights, and so that no one had to give their information to a state doctor in order to get a check up. Though he could be a rough and ruthless mobster, he had always been kind and gentle to me, and was one of my closest friends, despite the thirty years age difference. At three o'clock he knocked on my door and I let him in, butterflies fluttering in my stomach so much that I almost felt nauseous. "Ciao, caro," he said, a tender hand gracing my cheek. I looked into his eyes and saw a sadness I did not understand. "I have been preparing girls for Marc for several years now. I must admit it saddens me that you will be the last. But it brings me great joy to know that he will be with such a girl as you forever. You are just what he needs, caro. You are perfect. Perfetto." I smiled at him as I closed the door behind me, still gazing shyly at the floor. "You are scared, no?" I nodded. "There is no need to be, though I know that that will not stop you from it. You will feel much joy and love tonight. Never has Marco not treated a young woman right, and for certain he will treat you best of all. You will be complete tonight. A woman worthy of envy, for sure." He turned to my small bed and placed his black doctor's bag upon it. Cradling my head in his hands so that I looked him in the eye, he gave me my instructions. "Now, caro, I want you to go take a shower. Be sure to scrub yourself cleaner than you've ever been. Shave your legs smooth, and your belly. Wash your hair at least twice, too. Then come to me. I will wait." I nodded my ascent and moved towards my small bathroom. Turning on the hot spray, I reveled in the tingles of anticipation coursing through my body as I carefully lathered and soaped every part of me, paying special attention to my breasts, my ass and my tender slit. I carefully shaved away all traces of hair from my stomach, armpits and legs. I then soaped and rinsed my long brown hair twice, and after another minute of relaxing in the water, I turned off the spray and toweled myself dry. I then dawned my blue silk bathrobe and cautiously exited the room in a cloud of steam. Doc was there, sitting on the bed. When I came into the room, he rose. "Perfetto. Now sit down and I will comb your hair." And so I sat on the stool in front of my desk and watched in the large mirror atop of it as he gently pulled a comb through my long tresses, petting my damp hair lovingly and combing it until it shone. Then he carefully wound it until it sat piled at the back of my skull, where he pinned it gracefully with a single comb. After he had finished, he handed me tube of lipstick. "Just a little," he said, and so I carefully spread a thin layer over my puffy lips until they were a light cherry red. Motioning for me to stand, he turned me to face him and slowly drew my robe open. Though he had seen my naked many times before, this time felt much different and I deftly moved to cover myself. Quickly he grabbed my hands and held them behind me, pushing my full breasts forward. "You best not being doing that tonight, caro," he whispered in my ear. He slipped the robe off my shoulders and walked around me once, appraisingly, lightly drawing a finger across my shoulders, making me shiver. "Surely you are the most beautiful girl to ever have lain with him," he said as he smiled, though I doubted this, for I had seen some of the busty, lanky girls who had shared Marco's bed before. Doc led me to my bed and pushed me gently until I sat, then pushed me once more until I lay flat on my back, my legs dangling over the sides. I lifted my hips at his command and felt him slide a towel under me. Then I heard the zipper of his bag being pulled and the whisper of his brush mixing a lather. "Spread your legs," he told me, and blushing I did so, afraid to hesitate and invite his anger upon me again. "Wider." So I spread my legs as far as the bed would allow and whimpered low as I felt him touch a single finger to my flowery lips and push gently inside. "Ah," he chuckled, "I see you are already soaking wet. Surely you will make a fine slut for Marco." I blushed fiercely at that and turned my head in shame, but his gentle hand on my thigh reassured me. "Don't move, caro," he whispered, and I felt him pulling the hairs between my thighs away from my body and snipping them gently away with his sheers. When he had reduced me to stubble, I felt the soft touch of his brush as he spread lather over my mound and lips and even into the crack of my ass. He took extra care in stroking the brush up and down my soaking slit and I shuddered lightly in pleasure. With another chuckle he began to shave away the lather and hair, the blade being only a kiss on my skin. Gently he pulled my lips from my body and I felt the kiss of the razor there, and again as he spread my cheeks to shave around my puckered hole. When he was finished, he gently wiped all traces of lather from me and spread a sweet smelling after-shave over me that stung slightly. Then he told me to turn over so my ass was in the air. I felt him moving behind me and gently rubbing a slick and cool gel around my ass hole. I gasped and shivered at the touch, my fears renewed. "Relax. This will hurt just a little, but you've got be clean there, too." And then to my mortification and slight arousal, he slipped a single finger past the tight sphincter of my anus. After turning it around a few times to loosen me, he slipped it out, only to replace it with what felt like a plastic tube. Slowly I felt him push it into me and I winced in pain at the burning it created. He rubbed my back reassuringly as he finished inserting the tube. I then felt a warm fluid begin to enter my ass, making me feel unbearably full. The fluid continued to enter me until I thought I would burst into two. I groaned softly as my stomach cramped as he removed the tube and forced into its place a plug, holding the fluid inside of me. Gently he massaged my back and sang softly to me as I moaned in pain and discomfort, and after what felt like an eternity he lifted me up and brought me to the bathroom, where he removed the plug and allowed me to empty myself into the toilet. I was so relieved to be empty of the fluids that I didn't even care that he watched as I relieved myself. Then, to my terror, he put me back over the bed and repeated the degrading process. After the second time, he brought me back to the room and laid me down on the soft carpet. He them produced a bottle of yellow oil that smelled faintly of vanilla and squirted some onto his hands. He warmed the oil with his hands for a brief moment, then approached me and knelt by my side, telling me to close my eyes and enjoy. He then proceeded to massage oil into every part of my body, paying extra special attention to my breasts and thighs. He spent extra time massaging my sopping cunt, and by the time he flipped me over I was moaning in ecstasy. He then proceeded to massage out all the tension in my back and rub oil into my firm ass. When he finished, he left the room to wash his hands, leaving me lying in peace and contentment on the floor. Upon returning, he helped me up and produced a garment bag from somewhere behind my bed. From it he pulled a black garter belt, sheer black stockings, a thin black thong and a lacy black corset. He sat me down on the bed, slowly pulling the stockings up my smooth legs. He then handed my the thong the put on, sliding his finger under it make sure that it sat perfectly between the cheeks of my ass and right atop my slit. He smiled wickedly when he felt the material already growing wet. He then attached the garters and I raised my arms to allow him to slide the corset over my head. He positioned it and laced it, tight enough so that my waist tapered and my breasts bulged upwards, trying to escape, but loose enough to allow me to breath with comfort. When he was finished, he slowly rotated me to check his handiwork, and then lead me by the arm to the floor-length mirror on my wall. "Look, caro," he whispered in my ear as he stood behind me, gazing at my reflection over my shoulder, "You are so beautiful. So sexy, caro." I blushed softly as my eyes met my own in the mirror. I had to admit, I did look good. I had never felt so beautiful in all my life. My body was glistening and glowing, my breasts looked full and large and the skin of my thighs shown white against the stockings. "One more thing," he said, and he turned to retrieve a box from the bed. From it he produced a pair of gorgeous black heels, strappy with three-inch stilettos. He knelt and I raised my foot to allow him to slip them on, completing my outfit. Perfetto. "Come with me, now. It is time." With butterflies the size of bats in my stomach, I grabbed his hand as he led my slowly up the stairs and down the hallway to the large mahogany door at the end of the hallway. He knocked three times and the sound reverberated in the hall and through my head. He bent down close to my ear, gave me a gentle nibble and whispered "Buona notte, caro." And with that, he was gone, and I stood alone in the empty hall staring at the door, behind which waited my future. -Chapter 2- After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, the door opened slowly. What I saw in the door frame took my breath away. He towered above me, a full foot above my five feet six inches. He was muscular but not overly bulky, his hair was jet black and fell just above his ears. He was wearing a deep mahogany bathrobe, silk shining in the pale light behind him. But the thing that struck me most were his eyes. They were gray, like the ocean after a storm, but dark with desire. And as I met his gaze with lowered eyelids, I saw them filled with overwhelming love that literally took my breath away. He held out his hand to me and I put my own hand in it, trying to ignore the fact that it was shaking like a leaf. He pulled me gently towards him and shut the door behind him. His hands went immediately to the clip in my hair, releasing my long brown tresses. With a single hand under my chin and one in my hair, he tilted my face to his so that I looked him full in the eyes. "You are so incredibly beautiful, bambino," he whispered. Then he bent his head and kissed me. It was sweet and gentle and so beautiful that my knees went week and he had to grip my hair tighter to keep me standing. Pulling away, he began to speak, still holding my head with his eyes locked on mine. "This is it, babe. After this, there's no turning back. If you've changed your mind, this is the time to tell me. I won't hold it against you and I won't punish you for it. But after this you won't have a choice anymore. So what's it going to be, sweetheart?" Without hesitation I gave the reply that I knew in my heart was the absolute, unchangeable truth. "I belong here. This is where I want to be, where I need to be. With you. Forever. I belong to you, Marco Giovanni. Please, make me yours." He smiled at that, and took my mouth in a fierce kiss. Pushing me against the wall, he pinned my arms above my head as he continued to assault my lips, parting them with his tongue and thrusting himself inside me. I groaned with pleasure and anticipation, and just when I thought I would die with desire, he pulled away, breath harsh against my neck. Pulling me towards his large four-poster bed, he told me to kneel in front of him as he sat on its edge. "Look at me," he said, and I did. "You are my slut now. You belong to me. And as your Master, I hold the right to use, pleasure, punish, mark and share you in any way I feel fit. And that begins right now. I want you over my knee for your first spanking, girl." Shaking with fear and blushing with embarrassment, I rose and draped myself over his lap, my forehead pressed unceremoniously into the mattress and my legs draped on the bed behind me. As one of his hands went to the small of my back, pressing lightly to hold me down, the other went to the exposed cheeks of my ass, his large warmth rubbing and caressing me gently. Then, without warning, the first stinging slap landed on my right cheek. I cried out and squirmed in his lap, but his other hand held me firm. The next five strokes of his hand came without mercy, warming my ass to a soft pink glow until silent tears coursed down my cheeks. After the tenth slap, I lay still and stopped struggling, sobbing gently into the mattress. Through thirty slaps I endured, and though the pain in my ass was immense, I also felt my juices run down my thigh. I was wetter than I had been in all of my life. After the thirtieth stroke his hand went back to soothing and caressing my ass. His once warm hand now felt cool and refreshing on my stinging skin. He picked me up and turned me over, cradling me on his lap. He slowly kissed away my tears and held me until I'd stopped crying. "You did very well, bambino. I am very pleased. In the future, however, you will learn to lie still when you are being punished. Do you understand?" I sniffed and nodded my ascent. I then felt his hand tighten painfully over my flaming bottom. "I said do you understand," he repeated with a hint of iron in his voice. "Yes," I replied meekly, not sure of what he was looking for. I winced as his grasp on me tightened. "Yes, Master?" I tried, and was relieved when he released his grip on my bottom. "Tell me, slut, do you know the Italian word for 'Master?'" "No, Master," I answered. "Then I shall teach it to you. It is 'padrone' and it is what I want you to call me when we are alone together, do you understand?" "Yes... Padrone," I replied, testing the new word on my tongue. "Very good," he praised, kissing my forehead lightly. He then ordered me back on my knees. "Now slut, you will learn how to please your Padrone. Untie my robe and see what I have for you." With this command my hands shook with fear. I had heard rumors of the size of Marc's cock, though some seemed just too outrageous to believe. But now, gazing at the sizeable tent in his robe, I was beginning to think those rumors had been true. Anxious to please my new Padrone, I raised myself up to untie his robe. But my hands shook so terribly that I couldn't get the knot open. Terrified of inciting his anger or disappointment, I tried feebly to gain control of my nerves. However, to my surprise, he placed his hands over mine with a kind smile and gently helped my untie his robe and draw it open, revealing him to me. It was then that I realized the rumors were true. He pumped his hand up and down his throbbing shaft a few times and grew before my eyes to an intimidating eleven inches. But what scared me even more than his impressive length was his enormous girth. He must have been at least four inches thick, so much that I figured I could barely encompass him in my two hands. The white hot terror that filled me with the prospect of this pulsing monster being forced into me was almost so much that I bolted from the room, but he seemed to anticipate and slipped a gentle but strong hand into my hair, gripping me by the roots. "Put your hands behind your back and come have a taste, slut." I leaned forward and tenderly, experimentally licked away some of the fluid oozing from his head. It tasted salty, but not bad, and I went back to lick more. His groan spurred me on, and began to lick delicately up and down his long shaft, tracing the veins with my tongue. "Put me in your mouth," he told me, and again fear gripped me as I wondered how I would fit his monster cock into me. "Just relax your jaw," he told me, and brought one hand up to massage the muscles in my jaw. I opened my mouth and slowly, with his help, was able to fit the head in past my lips. I lavished it with my tongue, my head filling with the scent of his oozing cum. He pulled my off of him and directed me to lick and suck his large balls, one alone which filled my mouth to overflow. After several minutes he pulled me off of him and I sank back to my knees. "That was very good, slut, you will prove to be an excellent cocksucker." At that, he pulled me to my feet so that I stood before him, standing and kissing me passionately. Then he led me through the screen doors onto his terrace overlooking Times Square for some fifty feet up and twenty miles away. He sat down in a soft armchair, pulling me protectively into his lap and wrapping his arms around me. He handed me a glass of chilled champagne, and I looked at him questioningly. "Just one glass, bambino. It will help you to relax." I took the thin stemmed glass in my hand and sipped it cautiously, the taste of alcohol new to my senses. Finding that it was not half bad, I leaned my head on his chest and continue to sip, listening to the sounds of the city and his gentle breath near my ear. Taking my glass from me and setting down his own, he began to lightly stroke my hair while his other hand rested on my exposed upper thigh. His hand stroked down the back of my neck and back and onto the tight laces of my corset. He smiled approvingly as I leaned forward to give him better access to the laces. Slowly he untied my corset, removing the ribbon completely before peeling it slowly away from my body, revealing myself to him. My nipples puckered instantly in the cold night air and I leaned my head back against his arm, my hands at my side, giving him access to me. After gently teasing my bare flesh with his hand, he bent down and took a nipple in his mouth. I groaned aloud at the heady sensations, moving to clutch his head to mine before remembering my place and returning my hand to my side. He rewarded me with a strong suck and a gentle bite that sent sparks shooting through me. He occupied himself this for some time before I felt his hand on my thigh move to remove my garters. He then slid my stockings gently down my legs, reveling in their smoothness. When they reached my heels, he stopped, lifting his head and waiting for me to open my eyes and look at him. Becoming His "Remove your stockings and heels. Come inside when you're done." And with that he stood, depositing me tingling body in the chair. He turned and opened the sliding door, closing it behind him. Suddenly fearful of being alone on the terrace, worried that his sudden departure meant I had displeased him in some way; I swiftly removed my heels and slid off my stockings, remaining clad only in my soaking black thong. I cautiously opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind me. When I turned and faced the room, I saw that he had turned down the bed and lit candles all around it. The crimson sheets danced under the shimmering light, and the room smelt faintly of vanilla, but not so much that it was overpowering. He had removed his robe and hung it on the door, and the soft sounds of Italian love songs wafted through the air. He stood by the bed, his toned body shimmering in the candlelight, as he motioned for me to join him. I walked cautiously and slowly, my fears re ignited, and came to stand before him. Taking my chin gently, he lifted my head so he could look deep into my eyes before kissing me passionately. As the kiss deepened, his hands began to explore my body, mine resting gently on his solid chest. He squeezed and massaging my breasts, teasing the nipples to erectness. He stroked my stomach, then my thighs. I gasped as I felt a hand cup my panty-covered mound, pulling from the kiss to let out a harsh breath. His fingers massaged me through the silky material before he slipped a single finger under the thin band, probing gently into my heated core. The finger he produced from it shone wet with my juices. He lifted it for me to see before licking my juices slowly from it. "You taste good, babe," he said, and I shuddered with pleasure. With a flick of his wrist, the flimsy garment was torn from me and I was lifted up and placed on the bed. He took his place beside me, running his fingers lightly over me. "Hands above your head," he whispered as he began to lick and suck his way down my body. Placing his hands gently on my thighs, he spread me as he kissed his way up one thigh, then down the other. By now I was panting with anticipation, on the verge of begging him to touch me. He slipped his tongue between my lips then, and they flowered open for him as I groaned softly. He slowly began to eat my cunt, running his tongue along its length before jabbing himself into me, then returning to nibble lightly on my clit. I was writhing in ecstasy as I felt him remove his hand from my thigh and gently slide a finger into me. I gripped him, holding his finger like a sheath, and I wondered fleetingly how, if one finger made me so full, I was going to fit his enormous cock into me. As his finger became coated in juices he drew it out and began circling around my puckered anus. He slipped his finger in to the first knuckle and my sphincter tightened painfully around it. He lazily drew his tongue to me clit, sucking hard and relaxing me, allowing him to put his finger fully in me. Though the feeling was foreign at first, I soon began to feel a great warmth and fullness and I pushed myself back against his finger as it began to saw slowly in and out of my ass. Soon it was accompanied by a second, and as his tongue and fingers drove my closer towards orgasm, he lubed up a medium sized plug that he had hidden under the pillow beside my head. He bit my clit just then and I came hard, screaming and writhing in pleasure, my back arching against the sheets. In the throws of orgasm, I felt him roughly shove the seven-inch plug into my ass, causing me to scream out in pain. He slid up me body and began to pet my sides and kiss my neck as I came down slowly from my high. My ass felt stuffed full, but the pain had been replaced by a warm fullness. I was glistening in sweat and glowing with pleasure, lying panting beside him. Stroking me slowly, he smiled down on me as I slowly regained my composure. Placing my hand on his cheek, I turned my head to look him in the eye. "Thank you, Padrone," I whispered, before kissing him gently. "You are most welcome, slut." He returned my kiss, his mouth moving lazily over mine, slowly gaining in passion and urgency. His fingers began to play my body again, tweaking my sensitive nipples and rubbing my tender slit, which was already moistening for him again. Still kissing me, he rolled lazily on top of me, resting himself mostly on his arms but bearing down on me enough so I could feel his dominance. His muscular thighs parted my own and I felt the enormous head of his cock touch me with a heat as hot as a branding iron. Sensing the coming event, I turned my head away in fear. "No," he said, grabbing my chin and forcing my eyes to meet his own. "Look at me." His eyes, dark with desire and passion bored into my own. "It will be okay, bambino. Trust me," he whispered, his eyes overflowing with love. I felt my own eyes begin to well as I answer him. "I do. I love you." "And I, you, bambino. Until the end of time." And with that he bent down to kiss me, simultaneously pushing the mushroom head of his monster cock inside of me. I groaned low as I felt my cunt stretch his sizeable head, and felt filled to the brim with just that much. Slowly he began to rock in and out of me and I felt as if I would rip in two. "You're too big, I groaned," pleading with him to stop. "Relax," he said. "I will fit. Your cunt was made to fit me, babe. You are so hot and tight around me. So hot, bambino." And so I lied there silently, wincing as he slowly sawed in and out of me, his eyes boring into mine the whole time. Gradually his cock sunk farther into me, pain filling me as he stretched me, then being replaced by an exquisite feeling of fullness. My cunt gripped him hard as I came with only half of him in me, and in the throws of my orgasm he forced himself all the way, his balls slapping against my ass. I cried out in pain at the sudden intrusion, weeping silently and clutching him to me. He lay still for a long time, holding me and stroking my hair, whispering softly in my ear and kissing away my tears until the pain had subsided. Then slowly he began to move in and out of my, making love to me passionately, his eyes boring into mine as his cock rubbed my walls, pushing against the plug in my ass and turning my body into molten lava. As my third orgasm gripped me, he pulled all the way out, slamming into me with a force that took my breath away and made me scream out in pleasure and in pain, for I had lost the defining line between them. Grabbing my legs and pulling them further apart, he began to fuck me in earnest, pulling out all the way and pushing into me forcefully. This time, when I came he came with me, forcing into me as deep as he could as my orgasm milked his cock, his seed spurting into me and filling me with its warmth as he collapsed onto me. When we both had calmed down, he rolled gently to my side, stroking my face softly and kissing my lips gently. "Perfetto, bambino. You are so perfect. I am so glad that you belong to me. So beautiful. So sexy..." As he said this, I welled with emotion. With pride at being his, with joy at pleasing him, and with an overwhelming feeling of love, so strong that tears spilled instantly from my eyes. As he kissed them away and held me close, I could've sworn I saw a single tear grace his cheek, as well. Pulling me away from him, he looked me in the eyes. "You have one last thing to do, slut," he said as he pushed me down the bed. Taking his cock in my mouth, I cleaned it gently, worshipping it with my tongue and tasting the sweet and salty mix of our juices together. Moving back up the bed, he kissed me one last time before blowing out the candles and pulling the covers over our chilling bodies. Turning me so my back was pressed against him, I felt his softened cock pushing against the plug still lodged in my ass as his hand came to cup a breast protectively. "Buano notte, bambino," he whispered. "Grazi. Thank you for the gift of yourself." "Ti amo," I replied, and drifted off to sleep, loved and safe in his arms. -Chapter 3- Over the next two weeks, I grew accustomed to my new way of life. More than that, I grew to love my new way of life. My Padrone introduced me to many forms of pleasure and of pain. He taught me the sting of nipple clamps and the burn of ginger root. I learned the safety, comfort and extreme pleasure that came from being bond and gagged on his bed. I experienced his hand on my bare ass every day, and also learned what it felt like to whipped, flogged and paddled. I found myself full most of the time, if not with his fingers or dick then with a plug in my ass, a plug that increased in size each day until I could take a full ten inch long, two inch thick plug up my ass without a problem. By the end of the two weeks I was also able to take his entire dick in my mouth, deep throating it so far that I felt like he reached all the way to my stomach. I learned to love the taste of semen, and enjoyed it for breakfast most mornings. Along with teaching me to be a good slut, he also taught me to be a good lover. He doted on me and spoiled me, treating me to hot baths and massages. Upon my request, he taught me how to massage him, and that became one of my favorite pass times. I found overwhelming joy in pleasing Marc, in hearing him groan and sigh for me, in seeing a smile grace his flawless face. I basked in his praise and affection and worked tirelessly to earn it. On the night that marked the two-week anniversary of the start of my new, wonderful life, I showered and cleaned myself, arriving in our bedroom clad only in a bathrobe as I had most other nights. This night, however, I was immediately drawn to a new object positioned in front of the roaring fireplace. It resembled a sawhorse, like those used for construction, but it was taller and the legs spread wider, and one end was higher than the other. It was covered in brown padded leather and there were metal hooks at the bottom of each leg. Pulling my eyes from this strange new contraption, I went and knelt at the feet of my Master who was perched on the edge of our bed. "Hands, slut," he ordered, and I presented them to him, shivering as he snapped the lined cuffs around them tightly. "Stand," he said, and I did, allowing him to clasp matching cuffs around my ankles. He unceremoniously removed my robe and clasped my hands behind my back. Standing behind me, he ordered me to open my mouth and I felt him push the rubber gag between my lips, clasping it tightly underneath my hair. Again he took his seat on the bed and I knelt, at his orders, at his feet, looking into his eyes. "Slut, you're introduction as my possession is almost complete. By tomorrow night, you will be the sole property of Marco Giovanni until the end of time. I want you know that this fills me with more joy than I can possibly describe, and I am both very proud and very blessed that you have chosen to give yourself to me." Should I have been capable of speech, I would have echoed with similar sentiment, but being gagged as I was, I tried best to answer with my eyes. Moving on from such emotion, he continued to speak. "I am certainly a believer in the element of surprise, however I feel that this is not the time for it. Already you have felt many firsts that have marked your position as my slut. You have felt the sting of my whip, my paddled and my flogger. You have felt the bite of my clamps. You have been taught to worship my cock and to service it well. You have learned to feel full and to accept whatever I give to you. You have only four more new things to experience before you become my slut in every way. The first is the strike of my cane. The second is my dick buried deep in your well-prepared ass. The third is the mark of my brands. And the fourth is the service to all of the gang. The first three of these you experience very shortly, the last will come tomorrow." The bluntness of his words and the thought of what was expected of me stunned me, but he didn't give me time to recover. He unceremoniously dragged me to my feet and led me to the fire where the contraption sat. Gazing into the fire, I now noticed a metal rod, its tip buried deep in the flame. The full gravity of the situation hit me like a freight train then, and I began to struggle and fight to get away from him. It was futile, however, and despite my struggles he bent me over the bench without any trouble. He quickly clipped my kicking legs to the contraption, spreading my ankles wide and forcing my ass high into the air. He unclipped my arms from behind my back and clipped them to the opposite end so my head rested on the padded leather and my back arched slightly. The leather was soon slick with my tears as I heard him open the cupboard in which he kept his equipment. I heard from behind me the swish of well-oiled wood through the air before it landed hard on my ass. The fire that spread instantly through me was unlike any I had yet experienced, and I screamed into the gag before sobbing hysterically, struggling futilely against my bonds. "You will never fight me," he said, though his voice seemed distant and far away. "The time for backing out has long passed. This is your fate now." And with that he began to cane my ass and thighs mercilessly, welts miles high raising instantly across them, turning first pink, then fiery red. The caning continued for what seemed like hours, and by the time he set the cane down beside me my ass and thighs were screaming, I felt I would pass out and die they hurt so bad. My throat was so hoarse from screaming that I could not even sob anymore, so I leaked silent tears onto the leather. His hands came down on me then, and the initial sting of him touching my welts was replaced with a feeling of some relief as he spread cool liquid over my burning cheeks. He worked the substance slowly into my ass and thighs, moving closer to my sex, which, despite my pain, was soaking with arousal. He ignored this, however, and instead moved towards my puckered anus, rubbing the cool liquid around it with deliberate pressure. As I opened to accommodate him, he easily slipped two fingers into my well-conditioned ass and began to lubricate it generously, rubbing against the inside and sending sparks through my body. I moaned aloud against my gag, my pain forgotten in place of the wonderful fullness in my ass. Gradually he added a third finger and then a fourth, rubbing more lube into me. I moaned at the loss when he removed his fingers, but the were quickly replaced by the giant head of his cock pushing persistently against my slackened hole. Despite my preparation, his cock was by far the largest thing to ask access into my ass, and I tightened in fear. I swift smack to my already marked bottom caused my to release the tension in alarm, and he took this opportunity to force several inches of himself into me. I screamed with renewed vigor, the stretching in my ass unbearable as he braced himself on my shoulders and began to steadily push all eleven inches of himself into me until his balls slapped roughly against my cunt. He stopped then, giving me a short time to adjust to him before he began to thrust himself roughly inside of me. The pain ebbed away slowly, and as I began to moan against my gag in incredible pleasure, he began to take me roughly, pulling out until only his head was inside of me and then forcing into me roughly, pushing me hard into my leather restraint. I came hard, muscles rippling over his throbbing cock, before he buried himself deep inside of me and released his seed into my bowels. He lay against my sweat-slickened back for a moment before removing his softening cock from my thoroughly used ass, my anus remaining open, stretched wide. Raising himself from me, I lay motionless, wondering what he would do next. I heard him rummaging around in the fire to my right and cold fear gripped my stomach once again. I broke out in cold sweat as I heard the metal rod being pulled from the fire. He brought the rod in front of my face, showing me the glowing red "MG" letters on the end. The heat from the iron was so much that I could hear it sizzle behind me, and I began sobbing uncontrollably as I felt him place a steadying hand on the bruised right cheek of my ass. The first touch of the iron to my bare flesh put me into an eternal scream of agony, the fire burning and searing my skin before I passed into blessed unconscious. I awoke to find myself having been removed from the bench, my gag and cuffs gone, lying face down on the soft covers of our bed. My tears had been dried, and he was again rubbing the cooling liquid into my ass, the right cheek of which was still burning and sore, but rapidly cooling under his ministrations. He said nothing as he worked, tracing his letter permanently branded into my flesh, he kissed me once before pulling the covers over me and pulling me against him to sleep. Though I was still bewildered and slightly in shock from the rapid events of the night, as I slipped into my own slumber, I felt a strong sense of belonging, of safety, of possession and of love radiating from my throbbing ass. -Chapter 4- The next day passed much like any other, his only acknowledgment of the previous night's proceedings to be a quick trace of the soar letters burned into me before he turned to take his own shower. He had business in the city that day, and I spent most of my time trying to busy myself with tasks to avoid the intense soreness of my ass and my intense fear at the night's coming proceedings. I had almost thought that he had changed his mind until that night after dinner he announced that I should go and clean myself extra well, for he would not want to present a dirty slut to others. And so with jellied legs that barely held me up, I made my way slowly to the shower where I cleaned myself thoroughly, being sure to scrubs every nook and cranny clean before shaving away any trace of hair from my body. I rubbed sweet smelling lotion all over me and carefully combed the tangles from my hair before cautiously exiting the bathroom, half expecting twenty Italians the jump me as soon the door opened. Instead there was only one, and he approached my slowly, circling me and checking to be sure I had properly followed his orders. Nodding his approval, he handed my the same stilettos that I had worn the night that I had first come to him, as well as a tube of deep red lip stick, both of which I applied quickly while he watched. Taking his customary seat on the bed, I went to kneel before him and he began to speak. "Slut, your actions these past weeks have pleased me greatly. I am especially proud of how you handled the events of last night. You have only one act of sacrifice left to prove to me your devotion and willingness to be my slut. You know that the gang is my life, and as you are becoming my life as well, you therefore are to become theirs. It is deep gang tradition that the girl of the leader is likewise the girl of the gang, and this is true for you, as well. You are obey and serve them as you do me, however, you are to remember your place above most of them in areas of a non-sexual manner. The boys know better than to view you as only a fuck toy all the time, and you are to tell me if you feel that any of them are treating you in a way not in their power. Any permission for them to use you will have come from me explicitly, and you are to assume this as true at all times. If at any time this proves to be untrue and you have been used without my consent then I promise you that you will not suffer for it, but they will greatly. Though you will be punished, hurt and taken forcibly by these men, if at any time you feel your life or health is in danger you are to tell me as soon as possible, and if I am unavailable you are to tell Doc or Lucio. You will never be punished for telling me how you feel or that you are afraid. To be afraid is not a sin, do you understand?" Becoming His "Yes, Padrone, I understand." "Very good, then it is time for you to finish your initiation. Tonight you will be enjoyed by all of our males over eighteen. They all have my explicit permission to do what they wish with you, so I suggest you relax and allow them to use you as they want to. You need not be afraid, because both Doc and Lucio will be there and they would never let any real harm come to you, however it is understood that you will be very afraid and you may fight or struggle if you wish, though understand that it will only make it harder in the end and it will not put off the inevitable. Now let's go." And with that, he pulled me to my feet and led me, clad only in lipstick and heels, down the hall and down the stairs to the main room of the den. Pulling me by my arm through the doorway, I suddenly found myself naked in front of twenty very large, very handsome and very intimidating Italians. I turned to run or hide, but Marc pushed me forward into them and I they surrounded me, forming a tight circle around my naked form. Hands reached out to stroke and touch me, and I pulled away in fear and embarrassment. When I slapped at a hand that went to my breast, rough hands pulled my hands behind me, grasping my hair tightly and pulling my head back to look into his eyes. To my surprise I found myself staring at Lucio, who, four years older than myself, had become and remained my best and most trusted friend in the gang. "Fine, tesoro, he whispered into my ear. We'll do this the hard way." And with that, he lifted my hands high above my head, snapping them into cuffs hanging from the ceiling that I had previously gone unseen by me. They stretched me high onto my tiptoes, thrusting my breasts forward in my attempt to lengthen myself and regain my balance. I felt my ankles grabbed and cried out in alarm as my feet were pulled wide apart, a large spreader bar placed between them. Tears of fear began to course down my cheeks at the helplessness of my position. Doc stepped forward and wiped them away, kissing my cheek before whispering for my ears only, "Don't worry, caro. You are safe." He stepped away and instantly I felt dozens of hands feeling and massaging every part of my body. Despite my fear, I felt myself growing wet with arousal at the treatment. Around me the lusty gang, ranging from eighteen to fifty-four, began to talk amongst themselves about my body. "What a sexy bitch." "Yeah, I wish I had snapped this one up before Giovanni had." "Look at these tits. What fine knockers this slut's got." "Mmm, how about this nice clean cunt of hers. Look, the slut's already getting wet." "God, I'm gonna fuck the hell out of this bitch." "I can't wait to get my dick shoved up this tight ass." The words served only to increase my arousal, and I whimpered softly as the hands abruptly vanished. My eyes snapped open as she felt to figures step towards her, one in front and one behind. I smiled slightly when I saw that it was Lucio who stood in front of me, and craning my neck I recognized Doc behind me. "You are gorgeous, tesoro." "Si, caro, so sexy." Their hands rubbed my body gently, massaging me and gaining the feel of ever inch of my skin. Doc's hands came around from behind to cup my pert breasts as Lucio's descended slowly to my sopping cunt. As Doc pinched and rolled my nipples and kissed my neck, Lucio slid two fingers into me and began to finger fuck me slowly. I groaned in arousal as their fingers drove me mad with lust. My fear was replaced with spreading warmth as Doc removed a hand from my breast and wet two of his fingers to drive into my ass. Just as soon as the fingers had appeared, they were removed and replaced by the heads of their cocks, Lucio's at my cunt and Doc's at my ass. They simultaneously drove into me, pushing slowly but steadily until they had filled me completely. They then began to fuck me in rhythm and I rested my head on Lucio's shoulder as my breathing became more labored. Lucio's hand slid to my clit as Doc pinched a nipple and I was driven over the edge. In the throws of orgasms I felt their seed empty into me and my screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room. I recovered from my daze as the spreader bar was removed and my hands released. I found myself facing twenty horny Italians, all with formidable dicks out, stroking themselves gently while waiting their turn. Lucio kissed my gently before moving behind me and forcing me to my knees. He pinned my hands behind my back, and, too horny to care, I opened my mouth to receive the first cock that was thrust towards me. I then proceeded to suck him until he came, swallowing my first of many loads of cum that night. I had barely swallowed the first load before a second dick was thrust in my face. Somewhere around the tenth cock, Lucio speared my ass with his cock and continued to hold me there while I sucked off the entire gang. When the last guy had used my mouth, Lucio fucked my ass slowly, using my tits as leverage, until he buried his load deep in my ass. As soon as he pulled out, I was lifted and placed on top of one of the men lying on the ground, his dick impaling my soaked cunt. Another dick was forced into my ass as a third met my lips, and the trio began a furious pace, fucking me and empting their loads, only the be replaced by three more. I lost count early on, but I figure I was fucked over forty times that night. By the time they were done I was exhausted, lying on the wooden floor with cum leaking from ever end of me and caked over my breasts, stomach, hair and face. My brief rest on the floor was interrupted when I felt rough hands grabs my wrists and ankles, pulling my arms high above me and my legs far apart and holding me fast. I began to struggle but found that I was held so soundly that I couldn't move at all. Doc came and sat on my stomach, further pinning me to the ground. He took a moist towel smelling faintly of alcohol and began to wipe away the traces of sweat and semen from my breasts. My fears turned to confusion as he lovingly cleaned me. However, my fears returned in earnest as he pulled my nipple hard, stretching it away from my breast. He approached it with a needle, glinting in the light, and I began to scream and struggle in earnest. Lucio clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle my cries as Doc quickly drove the needle through my nipple, turning it to widen the hole. The pain was excruciating, and I sobbed as a drop of blood ran down my creamy breast. However, I astounded myself by coming hard as the needle pierced me, my orgasm rocking me as Doc withdrew the needle and put a golden ring through the hole. He repeated the process with my other needle, and I came once again as the needle pierced my skin. He wiped away the blood and washed me again as I sobbed quietly, my head resting in Lucio's lap as he gently stroked my hair. To my horror, Doc then moved to between my legs and began disinfecting the area around my clit. Again I struggled and screamed, but to no avail, and Lucio again brought his hand down to cover my mouth. I wondered vaguely why, but realized it must be so as to not wake the sleeping children and wives in the rooms nearby. Despite my terror, I felt myself responding to Doc's gentle caress between my legs, and I flowered open for him as he pinched my bud to its full hardness. Pulling the hood from my body, I shut my eyes tight and held my breath as he held the needle up to the delicate fold of skin. Plunging the needle through, I screamed again until my voice was hoarse, thrashing in pain as best as I could as he slid the matching golden ring through. The pain was almost unbearable, but as he rubbed the disinfectant on he also rubbed on an ointment that lessened the sting. I was released and laid on the ground, legs still splayed wide and tears staining my face. Above me towered twenty Italians, hard dicks in hand. They pumped their shafts as they stared down at my mutilated form, and like a fountain, one by one they came over me, their semen drenching me from head to toe. They left me there, lying in a large puddle of the salty fluid, crying softly to myself. I lacked the energy to stand, so I stayed there on the ground, hoping that someone would come and take me away before the children came out for breakfast the next morning. After several minutes I heard the door open, and heard footsteps approach me. I opened my eyes and saw the bleary image of Marco above me. He bent and lifted me in his arms, and I, beyond fighting, lay limp as he carried my upstairs. Back in our room, he brought me to the shower and cuffed my hands to a ring hanging above me so that he could let me go. My head lolled and my weight hung on my arms, exhaustion permeating me as I hung there, beyond caring. He turned on the gentles spray and, removing the nozzle from the wall, began to rinse the thick coat of semen from my limp form. He soaped me gently and massaged my aching skin, reaching his fingers into me to remove the semen from my cunt and ass. Taking me down, he toweled me dry, and allowed me to brush my teeth as he lovingly combed my hair. He carried me to our bed and laid me on it, and I immediately curled up to sleep. However, he climbed in with me and stretched me out against him, my back pressed to his chest. Just as sleep was finally permeating my body, I felt a cool presence around the finger of my left hand. I looked down and saw a simple gold band laden with tiny rubies wrapped around my finger. I turned and looked at him quizzically. "Ti amo, bambinno. I love you. So much. And this ring is my promise. You have given me everything I have asked for and more; you have been so good to me. I have asked so much of you and I know how hard some of it has been on you, and you have taken it so well. I am so blessed and so humbled by how amazing you are. This ring is my promise to you that you will be taken care of. You will want for nothing, bambino. You will be in my care forever because I love you so much, more than anything in this entire world. If I had to leave the gang and never look back just to be with you, I would without a second thought. That is how much I love you, how much you mean to me. I want you to wear this ring and to think of me and of how much I love you. Ti amo." Both of us had tears in our eyes as I leaned in to kiss him softly. "Ti amo, Padrone. I love you so much, as well. And I will wear your ring with so much pride. It makes me very proud to know that I belong to you and only you, that you alone can give and take my pleasure from me. You are perfect for me. You treat me so well and I trust you so much. All I wish is to bring as much pleasure to you every day for the rest of my life. That is how much I love you, Marco. I am yours." And with contented sighs, we fell asleep in each other's arms, where we would stay for the rest of our lives. Becoming His I need to tell you how it started and then maybe you'll understand. We had always had a great sex life, and one night she was a little tired, so she gave me a hand job instead. While she was stroking my cock she began to tell me a story that got her hot. It was about a threesome, and form that point on, I always told her how much I would love to watch her get fucked, or suck off some other guy. She was always very into it during sex, but once dine she just giggled and passed it off. Flash-forward a few months and the threesomes started to be centered on me. You see I love wearing women's underwear and other things, in addition to having my ass played with. One night during an extremely hot blow job I asked her give me a taste and form that point on I was hooked. I would fuck her and cum and immediately slide down and eat my cum from her, all the while pretending she had just come home full, or I was actually sucking a cock. We had talked in the weeks leading up to her spring break getaway, one which was girls only,( her mom and sister), Anyway again she told me to go ahead and have fun, little did she know how much fun it would be. We met online in a chat room and after talking discovered that he didn't mind getting head form a guy and I wanted to be the one giving it. After a few weeks of chatting we decided to meet at a local bar. I recognized him immediately; we had of course sent pictures. He was about 6' square shoulders and dirty blond hair. His smile as our eyes met, was all I needed, as he was way better in person. We sat and chatted about everything from politics to sports, and only when I got up to pee did I notice that I was a little drunk. We grabbed a bite to eat as the place closed and then I invited him back to my place. Separate cars let me think about what I was doing, but as I saw his lights pull into my driveway, I knew I at least had to have him inside. We sat in the living room, at separate ends of the couch, I'm sure he thought I was going to suck, and I did want to, but was beginning to chicken out. He moved over towards me, and when he leaned in to kiss me I was shocked. I mean I had wanted to suck a cock, not make out with him. I couldn't help but feel the effects of the nights drinking as I relaxed into the back of the couch and felt his tongue slide into my mouth. Soft sensuous kisses, turned into deep probing kisses, and his hands all over me. I reacted instinctively, by placing my hands on his thigh, his hand stroking my cock through my pant I was in heaven. And then it happened. He slipped his hand inside my pants and quickly pulled them out once they reached the lace trim my thong was covered in. "What the.....," was his first response. Needless to say it broke the moment, and I responded very matter of factly, "I like to wear women's panties". "Oh, you never mentioned that". He quipped "Is that a problem" I asked half wanting it to be and him to leave. 'No, I just wasn't ready or that." He moved away and I got up. "It's a little late," I stammered. "Yeah, I need to get going," he muttered in a feeble attempt to recover. As I walked him to the door I felt my cock twitch, and as I leaned into kiss him goodnight, I couldn't believe I initiated that. A few days went by and then I received this email Hey You, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, and that night. I really want to apologize, first for being so forward, but also for being so rude. I have an idea I'd like to try. Since you like wearing panties, and have expressed an interest in sucking my cock, I'd love to take you out for a nice dinner and make up for it. Eric I was excited to say the least. I had never thought kissing a man would turn me on like that, but I just melted. We set a date for Saturday. It was the last weekend of my wife's trip, and I decided that I was going to go all the way. I showered and shaved my legs and chest, and trimmed a nice little landing strip over my cock. I thought I had heard the doorbell when I was in the shower and when I checked there was a small ups package addressed to me. Opening it up I found a pair of Victoria Secret V Strings, in pink, and a note saying "wear these." I felt like Alice in Wonderland, and immediately rushed upstairs to [put them on. I loved the way my wife's low rise hip huggers fit and with a modest t shirt no one could tell. If I was going to suck him off I may as well feel sexy doing it. He picked me up and gave me a short peck on the cheek, and we quickly headed off to the restuarant. Nice comfortable booth and secluded corner looking over the lake, I was sooo nervous. Eric was a perfect gentleman, ordering me a glass of wine before dinner, and then ordering for me. As the entrée's came, he sidled up next to me and we talked about so many things and then I felt his hand on my thigh and he asked about the panties. "Do you like them," he asked? "They are perfect" I replied. I thought pink would be the perfect ladylike touch, for a perfect lady." Man he was really getting me thinking. I had always had a fantasy about being a girl, and now he wants me to be one. I started to get a little tingly and realized he was stroking my thigh. I looked shyly away, and for the first time realized I wanted to be with him. Dinner finished and we skipped desert and he drove me home. We walked to my front door his arm in the small of my back and I unlocked the door, he asked when he could see me again. "If you come in, right now'" I replied as sexily as I could. We entered the house and I offered him a drink. He sat on the couch and I moved over next to him. I casually placed my hand on his thigh and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met and parted. I could feel the heat coming out of him, and as he slipped his tongue into my mouth I melted. His hands moved to my breasts and he pinched and pulled my nipples, I grabbed his cock through his slacks and smiled at the size of it. He lifted my shirt and I undid the buttons on his, as our mouths never missed a beat. He slid the waist of my jeans over my hips and they revealed to him the pink panties he had purchased. ' "Mmmmm, those look good," whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck. Now it was my turn. I had been on the other end of this many times and knew just what to do. Pushing him back into the couch, I used my left hand to unbuckle his pants and then slid it into his awaiting briefs. His cock was very hot and he had a nice little trimmed pubic area from what I could guess, but I didn't want to guess. Sliding to my knees, I pulled his pants to the floor and they hit the carpet the same time my knees did. I hooked my fingers into his waist band and tugged the underwear off and was confronted with the first hard cock I had ever seen this close. It smelled sweet and musky and I watched as it sprang to life, eager to be sucked. I placed my hand at the base and sent my tongue for the bottom of the shaft to the tip of his head. I can't tell you what I was thinking about when I placed his head in my mouth, it just felt right. Kneeling in front of this amazingly handsome guy, and sucking his cock. I loved every minute of it. I felt it was my personal challenge to make him cum. Sucking and stroking his hand rested on my head and my fingers went to his asshole and tickled, and probed. His breathing became recognizable, and I released my grip on his cock, and grabbed his ass cheeks to bury it in my mouth. I had to quit sucking, and just keep swallowing as load after load hit the back of my throat and then my stomach. His groans let me know I had succeeded. He pulled me in close and we lay there for a moment. I in his arms and I stared at his cock waiting for it to go soft. It never did. He rolled over and began to gently suck my nipples, and rub my crotch. I closed my eyes and imagined my pussy getting wet, and his fingers hitting all the right places. I stopped him. "Come with me," I said, as I lead him upstairs. We got to my room and he laid me on the bed and slipped my panties off. My cock sprung in the air, aching for release. He kissed my thighs, and my balls, licked my cock, not sucking but almost "eating" me like he would any other girl. Then he slipped his tongue into my ass and I could not move. He ate me and with every tongue flick I was closer to coming. "I want you to fuck me." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was my voice, but where was this coming from. He placed his cock at the entrance to my virgin ass, and pushed it in. I was surprised that as big as it was in my mouth it felt just right in my ass. Moving into me and kissing me, it was a matter of time before we both came. We lay there, him in me, kissing, giggling, kissing some more. I was in heaven. I can't remember when we fell asleep, but I know I had to have that cock in my mouth one more time. IN the morning however, he was gone. He left a note, and another present. With the instructions not to open it until Wednesday and then when I was alone. My wife returned and I told her of my encounter. She was really not that surprised. And told me she had a little fun also, but not quite as much as I had. I told her I enjoyed being his "girlfriend" and she encouraged me to continue to see him. With that out of the way, I was free. The day it seemed was just beginning. Becoming His My eyes were heavy and almost drunk with exhaustion, but sleep simply did not come. My mind was fully aware and ignoring my body's fatigue. I wondered, is this what my mothers wedding night was like? I took a deep breath and ran my tired eyes around the small hotel room. I wanted my brain to marinate in it. This is as close as a girl like me will ever get, I thought to myself. On any other night that thought would kill my soul just a little bit more, but tonight in this cramped Manhattan hotel room, I couldn't be happier or more excited. I've just put in a nine-hour shift at my first professional job not involving a pole or platform heels. Unfortunately it stimulated my mind just a bit less than my previous position. I realized I was standing in the doorway staring at the bed for longer than a sane person should. I have a tendency to over romanticize situations. My intellectual brain recognizes the rather plebeian and almost sleazy reality of my situation. My emotional heart however, is fluttering with the thought of consummating this relationship once and for all. I put my briefcase and gym bag on the floor and closed the door. The room was tiny. It made my old dorm room look like a honeymoon suite at the Borgata. The muted colors on the walls were almost Perkins-Gilman-esquse . Thankfully, by some genius design the room's bathroom managed to have a full tub. I took out my planned outfit for the evening, a sheer black halter dress, matching thigh highs. It was the first piece of lingerie he ever sent me. I took out my cell phone and sent him a quick message to confirm that I had arrived and my room number. He was coming in the morning. I wanted everything to be perfect. It was already three a.m. I meant to bring the red and black shoes he bought me to replace the ones I broke. I was too excited before leaving home. They were probably still next to the door, where I put them so I wouldn't forget them. After putting my outfit out and giving all the items a few sprits of perfume I started to peel out of my work clothes. Out of the mary-jane flats, the pretentious American Apparel leggings and the bulky sweater dress that did nothing for my figure. The small bathroom wasn't stocked with many comforts, the shampoo bottle that boasted containing two uses wouldn't even last a quarter of a use in mine. It was just as well, I plaited my thick black hair earlier that day. While soaking in the tub, I carefully undid those braid and let my hair relax into its natural state. Chaos. After my body was washed, hair coifed and pussy shaved, I slipped on my lingerie and settled in under the covers. I closed my eyes, opened them, and then stared at the ceiling. I repeated this several times. Despite being unbelievably tired, sleep wasn't coming. I checked the clock; it was almost five a.m. I checked my phone a few more times, sent a few text messages. Turned on the tv and tried to relax my body. Staring at the ceiling, I wondered, would he like me? Will I be good? Will I do the right things? Hundreds of worried thoughts ran through my mind. As heavy as my eyelids were, my mind would not turn off. Fears, desires and thoughts all about this one man were making it impossible. Every time I closed my eyes I thought about his eyes, his smile, his thick cock. What would it be like? What will he taste like? I felt like a high-schooler as I giddily scrolled through his texts to me in my phone. We've gotten into the habit of sending each other indecent photos. Childish maybe, but hot none the less. It was exciting to think that the man and cock I had been wanting for months was finally going to be mine. Soon his hands would be exploring my body. Fondling my breasts, worshiping my curves and playing with my wet pussy. I moved my hand underneath the little triangle of cloth that made my g-string underwear. Masturbation has always been nature's Ambian. I was already a little wet from looking at his pictures. I teased my wet lips and rubbed my aroused and engorged clit. I should save this for him, I thought as I felt myself close to climax. I withdrew my hand , took a deep breath and stared again at the ceiling. I blinked. Or so I thought I did. When I closed my eyes the room had been pitch black, now I could see light escaping from the cheap curtains. There was a knock at the door. Then his familiar voice called my name. I didn't know if I was dreaming or awake. I didn't even care. I crawled from under the sheets and adjusted my thigh highs. He called my name again. I imagined a mischievous smile creeping across his lips on the other side of the door. He was here to claim his prize, his woman – me. I opened the door and while there was no celestial light or angelic chorus, my heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. There he was. Not the tallest man or the most muscular, but he had come to be my definition of male beauty, of comfort and of acceptance. He was dressed ready for the office, suit jacket and jeans the number cruncher uniform. I must have looked so silly standing there self consciously hiding my body behind the door. I opened it shyly, screaming inside my head, HOLY SHIT THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING. We embraced and I closed my eyes to take in his scent. One of the things I love about older men as opposed to college men is their ability to wear cologne without bathing in it. He looked good, smelled good and I hoped I felt soft and appealing in his arms. He sat on the bed, his grin every bit as mischievous and charming as I imagined. He studied me. "Do you like it? I wanted to wear something you got for me," the words sounded so pathetic and foreign. I hoped my need for approval wasn't turning him off. "You're so cute." He laughed, usually such a dismissive line would have brought ire and verbal conflagration, but on this day it was the first time I felt it was a description and not a mockery. I bit my lower lip as he took my hand so I could sit beside him on the bed. My body felt incurably hot. I'm sure my face was flushed with red. His hands danced on my shoulders and gently found themselves to the fullness of my breast. His hands were big with slender but strong fingers. We pressed our lips to each others, not hungrily devouring one another, but softly savoring each coupling of our lips and tongues. I eagerly unclasped the buttons of his shirt. I was ready to let him have me, in any fashion he saw fit. I yanked at his belt and eagerly released him of it. His uncut cock was already hard and ready. I didn't wait for him to take off his trousers or boxers before I took him in my mouth. I savored the taste of his flesh and his slid deeper and deeper down my throat. His moans encouraged me to take him more aggressively in my throat, teasing the bottom of his shaft with my tongue He placed his hand on my shoulder, and I stopped and looked up at him. He brushed an involuntary tear from my cheek. On my knees in front of him, his cock is in my hand, I realized that this was beyond a sex act. I'm not trying to pleasure this man's cock, I'm worshiping it. Every one of my lustful moans a little prayer, Thank God for you. He smiled at me as I licked some of his sweet pre cum from my lips. He took off his pants and boxers. He removed my thigh highs slowly and I began to feel my stomach sink to my toes. No man had ever laid his eyes on my sadly imperfect naked body. I stopped him as he tried to slide my lingerie up. I looked in his eyes. Crisp brown surrounding deep obsidian jewels. He found my shyness comical. "I've never been naked before, do I have to get naked?" I asked, feeling like a child. "I want to see you , all of you." I bit my lip hesitating. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't think you were sexy." He laughed. Approval I wanted, and approval I had now received. I let him slide the garment off my body. I was naked. I studied his face looking for signs of disgust, waiting for him to call the whole thing off. Instead his fingers found my pussy and he teased my opening. "You're so wet, you've been waiting this, haven't you?" He said, holding his quite engorged member. "Turn over." He commanded. I was nervous as he entered me, not just because of his girth , but the fact that I've never had an unsheathed cock inside me. His grip on my hips was firm as he gently guided himself inside me. I'd never felt so close to another human being as that moment. He began softly at first, increasing the depth and force of each stroke. I welcomed him deeper inside me with delighted moans. As his movements became hard, deep thrusts I realized that I was screaming and begging to be fucked harder. He took one hand from my hip and gave my bottom a sound smack. I was a satisfying sound. I imagined a red imprint of his large hand on my cheek. Despite my brown skin I bruise easy, he may have marked his territory for a week or more. He motioned for me to turn my body over again. He kissed my lips in a way that almost said, "these are mine now." He claimed each breast and my navel before entering me again. Holding the back of my knees, he buried his cock as deep as I could take it. I felt like he was piercing my soul. I couldn't think, I couldn't see, I could only feel him. Smell him and taste the salt of his sweat. I'd surrendered myself. I could feel my body starting to writhe and my muscles contract and release sporadically. I wanted to tell him not to cum in me but I couldn't remember how to use my tongue. Luckily, he withdrew from me and painted my stomach and thighs with his juices. Then I closed my eyes, and he was gone.