12 comments/ 28361 views/ 9 favorites Being Vocal By: Joe Wordsworth "Bathroom... I'll be there in a few minutes", I whispered after catching my breath. I felt her hand let go of my cock as she entirely obeyed--getting out of bed quietly, as not to disturb the other people sleeping in the room. I watched, through the nearly pitch black room, her shapely figure move off and around the corner--the light never even clicking on as the door swung open and then shut again. . . .. ... ..... It'd been a vacation that had taken us and a couple of friends out in the great American experience, the first parts of the trip were more or less innocent. Beth and I having few, if any opportunities, to fool around. Four people in an Oldsmobile for several hours... it isn't terribly conducive to hot action. And, besides, there'd be plenty of time for that, later. I'd planned to take her out of town, and for us to get a hotel room together. All the things we could do in a somewhat foreign place, with nobody around, no people accidentally walking in... no worries. It'd be like a little romantic getaway. But, surely, as we crept up on our destination, I had so many more interesting ideas. Beth is an amazing, girl, first off... my oldest friend, and the love of my life. We only started fooling around in the last couple of years and our time together--personally and sexually--has been just perfect. Shapely and attractive, she really is a pretty girl--though she does that thing that women sometimes do where they shy away from attention to those facts. It’s charming and sweet, and compliments her more demure nature. She rarely raises her voice, and when she pulls her soft brown hair back into a tail or just to pin it up... you can see just how beautiful she truly is. Just as captivating, though... is what she's like, when turned on. See, for such a reserved girl, there's a wildcat inside of her that has been begging for years to get out. You can see it when she loses track of what's going on, behind her eyes when she's cumming. You can see it when she does what she's told, you can hear it when she talks during sex. Slowly, but surely, I was letting that wildcat out... we were taking baby-steps, and I was determined to break her of so many reservations during this vacation. All I needed to do was take control of the situation. All she needed to do was enjoy herself. . . .. ... ..... We hit our hotel late in the evening, and the most remarkable idea came to me. I could have a private room with Beth, and I could subject her to every little fantasy I'd thought of... but better than that, so much more "dangerous", was if all four of us "saved money" by getting a double room and just pairing off in the beds. Of course, there would be no question--Beth and I would share one; the other two friends that came on the trip, Drew and Tom, would share the second bed. Captive audience... sleeping friends... a girl who can't stifle a moan if her life depended on it... and me, a man with little to no shame. So much more perfect. Baby-steps, right? Well, the next step would be "shhhhhh, baby". . . .. ... ..... It started off innocently enough, I doubt even she expected that anything was /really/ going to happen, that night. We curled up with each other, I had an arm out that she was resting her head on; my other draped around her hip, my cock just about to the point of aching as I felt her smooth, firm ass press against me. I could smell her; I could hear that faster-and-slower breathing that told me that she wasn't asleep. I ran a hand up and down her side, stroking her through her pajamas like Aladdin rubbing a lamp. Every time my hand dipped down to her waistline... then down her hip... then down her thigh, and back up... she would exhale deeply. If anything could ever have been said about Beth and me, it’s that we knew how to get each other going. A touch here, the sound of the other breathing there, two bodies in contact in a comfy bed in the middle of the night... ours was an easy magic to make. She turned, when I ran my hand back up, again, and our eyes barely met in the dark before she leaned up and I leaned down and we met in a kiss. Our lips touched firmly and our hands groped desperately for each other, as if we couldn't really hold onto enough of one another--for fear of losing them. I pulled her closer and firmly slid my hand down from her neck, whispering across her amazing breasts, lingering long enough to get a gasp as I let my nails graze her very pronounced nipples. She was excited. I could feel her pussy through her pajamas, on my knee... she was wet, and she was so warm as to be almost hot. I could feel her lightly grinding herself on my leg as my hand continued down to where we both know it needed to be. Over her thigh, down her leg and back up to barely touch her now aching pussy through her clothes. She let a small, but unmistakable moan escape her lips, and that was my cue to start tonight’s work. I snaked up a bit and rested my head near her ear, so I could whisper to her while my hands played whatever games I wanted. I wanted to make sure she heard me, and if she turned her head, she could respond quietly to me, without waking our friends. "You need to be very quiet, hon... do you understand?", I said as I let my hand rise up to her waistband. A whimper and a very hushed "Yes" came back to me as I felt her swivel her hips, in hopes of capturing the fingers that were going to make her cum, tonight. "Yes, what?", I whispered... pulling my hand away from her pajama bottoms, decisively. "Yes... sir.", her heart was thumping hard, her breath was ragged and labored, and I hadn't even touched her yet. My pretty Beth's most sensitive erogenous zone was her mind, always was, and one of the things that made our sexlife so magnificent was that playing with her mind was something I was better at than anyone. I replied with a curt, "Good girl", and let my thumb pull her waistband up just enough for me to slide my hand down to her dripping wet pussy. I had barely touched her, by this point, and I felt nails lightly clench into my arm, knees start shaking, and could sense that she wanted nothing more than to scream my name, call for God, anything to release what was building up in her. My fingers wet, already, I let my middle finger stroke her from bottom to top, slowly... breaking to push only a bit inside of her on the upstroke. Over and over, I let my finger tease an entrance that I know would make her scream in pleasure--but this wasn't entirely about just getting off (though by this point I'd have given nearly anything to have done that, myself). It was a process. It was about her trusting me in the face of even the most embarrassing situations. I kept whispering to her. "Shhhh, don't make a sound, now. Can you do that for me? Can you stay...", I pushed my finger inside her delicious cunt, "...quiet?" She buried her head into my shoulder and let out a very muffled moan. "If you can't, we can stop...", I said as I hooked a finger over her g-spot and kept still. "P-please, sir? P-p-please?", she whimpered. "Please what?" "P-please?" "You'll have to say it, baby.", I assured her. To some, it seemed like an old game--I'm sure. But Beth's reluctance to using more... colorful language... was genuine. It made her blush. It made her shy. I knew that this was killing her, working up the courage to do what I was telling her to do. "Please... let me... cum, sir. Please? Let me.... ohhh, gg-g-g-o-d!", she buried her face in my shoulder again as I flicked her clit with my thumb over and over while she was talking. Her entire body shudders and grabbed onto me like it was the only thing it was designed to do. After a few moments of quivering, after her hands released their grip on me... I decided it was time to move onto something I'd been thinking about for a while. I stroked her pussy, lightly, not enough to make her cum, but enough to keep her attention, and grabbed her hand. "Be a good girl, now." I said, as I put her hand over my pajama bottoms, right where my cock was straining to get free. Like a real trooper, she moved her hand around and pulled my cock out, stroking it up and down, feeling the girth of it and enjoying the sensations I was giving her. She was being so quiet, and I knew how hard that was, that I let her stroke me for a minute or two until I was ready... and then told her what to do, next. "Bathroom... I'll be there in a few minutes.", I whispered after catching my breath. I felt her hand let go of my cock as she entirely obeyed--getting out of bed quietly, as not to disturb the other people sleeping in the room. I watched, through the nearly pitch black room, her shapely figure move off and around the corner--the light never even clicking on as the door swung open and then shut again. . . .. ... ..... The bathroom was dark. So dark that I couldn't make out much of anything, though my eyes had adjusted to the problem a little. I could make out where the sink was, the counter... and I could make out a silhouette of a gorgeous woman, standing in front of me, waiting for her master to tell her what was going to happen next. In here, we could move around, be somewhat more vocal... in here, we could have a rendezvous in the dark. In here, we were going to let our hair down a bit. I walked up to her and gave her what I knew she was immediately missing. I pulled an arm around her waist, a hand behind her head, and leaned down. Our lips met in the dark, tongues flashing across each other, in a non-vocal and desperate attempt to tell the other just how much we loved them. Enough, it seems, to warrant a moment of silence, holding each other in the middle of the night. It was a moment that gave way, willingly, to hands groping her body, feeling smooth places and firm places. Feeling her pussy through her pants, briefly, and hearing the moan that it always causes... I leaned in and whispered to her "Turn around, and do exactly as I tell you"... ...her only response was "Yes, sir.", as she shivered with the thought of what was about to come. I ran my hands, while standing behind her, up and down her sides for a moment, feeling the weight of her large breasts in my hands... feeling her ass pressed against me... feeling her cunt, wet and willing. I moved my arms over hers, placed my hands over hers, and said "Put your hands on the counter, baby... that's it, that's a good girl... hold on to the edge of the sink right here... good girl. Now, don't move, don't let go. I'm going to fuck you, now. A whimper of lust left her. "Would you like that? Is that what you need, now?", I continued attracting her attention while I jerked her pants around her ankles, her perfect ass sticking out for me. "Y-yes...", she said. SMACK An exhale of surprise left escaped her control and her eyes, had I been able to see them, were probably wide with disbelief. I brought my right hand down on her ass, just as my left was fondling her pussy--which was getting wetter by the second. "What?" "Sir... yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir." "What do you want?" "I-I-i... I want you... to... f-f-uck me. Sir.", she gasped out, the words so hard to say because of her shy nature and the two fingers working in and out of her gorgeous pussy at the same time. I tickled her g-spot and wanted her to almost cum, before taking her, tonight. That was the only was it could be thought of... this wasn't going to be romance, exactly. This was going to be my slut, my pretty little slut, gripping a bathroom counter while her master thoroughly fucks her pussy until he's satisfied. This was taking her. With her words, I put my cockhead at the entrance to her warm hole... and, gripping her hip in one hand, and fisting my cock in the other, I slowly sank into her. Inch by inch, letting her quiver with absolutely delight as she had her desires filled as completely as her pussy was going to be. She moaned, "Oh-hh... yessss!" as I continued. She was so wet, that after a moment or two, I was buried completely inside of her. Placing my hands over hers, on the counter, my mouth just behind her ear, and my cock throbbing inside of her... I began to speak while I ground our bodies together. "Is this right?", I pulled out a bit. "Is this exactly what you wanted"... in... "me to do to you?"... out... "Huh?"... in... And out of that pert little mouth, between the gasps and the labored breaths, came "Y-yes, sir... oh, yes, sir. Oh, God... Oh, shit...", she was out of control, now. She had entirely succumbed to the sensations I was giving her. "And what are you?" "Oh, God... yours... all yours. I'm your slut.", her voice wavered from distraction as her body started building with a heavy climax. "I'm yours, oh yes... oh, fuck me... please, please fuck me... just like that... mmm..." her mouth was moving without her mind thinking about it and the whole thing was impossibly erotic. By this time, I was furiously pounding in and out of her, feeling her pussy grip and hold me like a wet, velvety fist. She wasn't letting me go, she need it too much. And I was determined to fuck her so hard that she'd barely be able to walk out of this bathroom. Over and over I drove my cock into her. Over and over, she yelped and gasped with pleasure. I heard her say she was cumming only seconds before she did... and her knees almost gave out with it. She convulsed over and over, gripping the counter for dear life as multiple orgasms took her. I held her up and slowed down, letting my beautiful little slut relax a bit. She deserved it. She was doing so well. I turned her around, our bodies sweaty and sore... I held her in my arms while she came down a bit... only one thing left to do. I grabbed my dick and started slowly stroking it, holding her in one arm, leaning down so I could tell her... "Talk to me." Her hesitation was evident... it was one thing to lose control and start yelping out dirty things, but how was she going to just... say them? Could she? She whimpered a bit, her way of telling me that she was nervous. "C'mon, baby... you can do it. Just talk to me. Tell me what you enjoyed about all this." Her arms snaked around my neck and I was stroking my cock, as anxious as I could be to finally cum, after all of this. As always, I'd almost given up on her being able to tonight--this was one of the hardest things I could have asked her to do... but... then... "When...", she started, with a trembling voice, throaty and sultry--but labored, as if she was trying to sound sensual... "...when you were... when you were fucking me..." ...close... "...and you made me... beg for it..." ...close... "...and when I couldn't do it... and you... you spanked my... my ass..." ...closer... "...that got me so... so... hot..." ...closer... "...my pussy got s-so wet..." ...almost... "...I just needed you to fuck me... ...oh, God, almost there... "...I needed you to fuck your little slut..." I grabbed her around her waist, furiously pumping my cock as I leaned in and held onto her while I came. Over and over I shot cum all over her tummy and hip and I felt the whole experience overtake me. She shuddered a bit, herself, an aftershock of her whole night coming up while I came all over her. We held onto each other for a moment or more. Sweaty, satisfied, and only then did we realize that there were other people in the hotel room. We cleaned up a bit, got re-dressed, and hand-in-hand, we climbed back into the cool, comfortable bed. We held onto each other, and she whispered "I love you", as we both fell off to sleep. . . .. ... ..... The rest of the vacation went well. It was a relaxed experience as we drove cross-country the next day, me and my Beth in the backseat while the guys took turns driving up front. We snuggled up in the back, talking about the events of the previous evening (and, yeah, that morning) in somewhat giggled and hushed tones. If the guys knew that we'd gotten it on mere feet from where they were sleeping, they hadn't mentioned it. The sun was shining, and I was pretty pleased with her and myself. We mostly behaved in the car. A few sly gropes, a few quick kisses, nothing overt... nothing major. I wasn't going to subject her to getting caught fooling around two feet behind my friends in an Oldsmobile on the highway. While intriguing, I was quite relaxed and tired, and figured the minor play here and there was sufficient. She turned several shades of red whenever I'd do something a little over the line... a little wicked. I'd snake a hand here or there... touch her this way or that... and she'd flush brightly. It was too perfect. Ultimately, though, we both slept here and there in the car on the long drive back. Tired as could be from our hotel night, one of us was curled up in the others' lap half the time, and we got in late in the evening. Awake, and free from the bonds of company, I had so many plans for the rest of our time together. It was out last night. She had to leave--I only had Beth for another day, before she was off to where she came from, her vacation and mine barely coinciding. I was going to make it all count. I was going to take this one step further than we'd actually ever gone. Not a big step, necessarily, but a significant one. . . .. ... ..... We were showered and fed, relaxed and rested. Beth and I talked that evening, but behind the conversation was the hint of expectancy. She was wondering what was next. I could tell. So, while enjoying the night, and effortlessly put... pulled her up off of the couch, put our drinks away, and started: "Go into my room, and put this on.", I said, handing her a maroon robe, "...and don't come out until I get you." "Why? What are you going to do?", she asked, with a smile on her pretty face. "Trust me." She half-danced off to my room and closed the door behind her, no doubt she was getting changed and would be wearing only that robe. It was up to me to set the whole scene. There are five senses to the human body, and I was going to create the scenery such that all of them had something to do. I scrambled to clear my spacious living room, with my soft, downy sectional curving around what was quickly becoming an obvious playpen. I grabbed a few of my toys, the ones I knew I would need, and spread candles all over the floor around the edges of the room. Cutting off all of the lights, and lighting the fires, I put on some very soft and faint music on my entertainment system and made sure the thermostat wasn't too low. Candlelight, faint music, and the items I'd need... blue velvety ropes, one of my more fun vibrators, a bottle of lubricant, and small things like massage oil and other little fancies. It was going to be an interesting night. . . .. ... ..... "Alright, come with me", I ordered her, holding her hand while her other held the robe closed. The room was dark, with a little light, and she looked around briefly before turning her attention back toward me. I pulled her in closely and kissed her fully on the lips. We made out by the candlelight for a minute or two, our tongues swirling around each other, our bodies grinding into one another, we were wanton... we were aroused... but we were also in our roles, again. Mine to direct, hers to obey. And I knew that we had much to do, and I wanted her to leave the whole evening with one thought, that I was the greatest lover she had ever had. I was determined to own her, in that way. She was my girl, my Beth, and I wanted assurance that such a title went that deep. I ran my hands down her back, sliding them over her fantastic ass. Guys notice Beth's chest all the time, everyone I've ever met--to be honest. And while she has large and wonderful breasts, I confess... I always was an ass-man. I leaned down, trailing her neck with my tongue while her arms were wrapped around mine... raised on her tip-toes and desperately encouraging the exploring I was doing. I paused and nuzzled her breasts, nipping lightly at her hard nipples, making her gasp and shudder. I groped her ass, feeling it, kneading it... enjoying myself immensely and getting harder by the second. Being Vocal "We're going to do several new things, tonight... do you understand?", I said as I held and began parting her legs, stroking her pussy through the robe. "Yes, sir.", she replied, in a breathy voice. There was no way she could have said otherwise, she was already losing herself to the sensations. "You'll have to do exactly as I say, hon...", I pulled her robe open a bit. "You'll have to be good, and if you're good... you'll get rewarded. You want to be...", I touched her lips with a moist finger, pressing it into her smoothly, "...rewarded, don't you?" "Oh, yesss... yesss... please." "Good girl, now, sit down on the end of the ottoman, and lean back" She did exactly as she was told, the robe falling open and splaying under her body like a soft maroon blanket. She leaned back, her body entirely exposed to me, in ways the previous night couldn't allow. I could see every bit of her as I knelt down between her legs. I could fuck her right now, if I wanted, I could make her take me deep inside of her... but... no, patience. So much more to do. I wasn't going to waste this opportunity. I spread her legs open and could sense her apprehension at her body being so entirely open for me to look at. Her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing, her mouth dropped slightly open from expectation and lust... even her pussy, pink and glistening, swollen and ready. She was entirely exposed to whatever I wanted, and I wasn't going to let her down. "Put your legs up like this and don't move them", I ordered as I grabbed her feet and placed them on my shoulders. From this angle, she couldn't see much. I could be staring at her pussy, I could be ignoring her completely, and she’d not be able to really see. Which was fine... it was more my style, anyhow. There are a few kinds of dominating people, one clear distinction is in their method. Some choose ropes and bindings, locks and chains, keeping their pet fastened tightly and without hope of freedom; some are more like me, who like bondage as much as any, but are just as satisfied (and more so, sometimes) with forcing their little slut to hold herself still and obedient, independent of things keeping her that way. If she knew what was best, she wouldn't move. It takes more authority, honestly. It takes more control. I began stroking her pussy, telling her exactly what I was doing, the whole time. Giving her something to hear while she felt ripples of pleasure shoot through her body--unable to see what was going on, forced to feel and listen. There was something underestimatable about the position we were in... to look at it, it was just a fancy form of foreplay--fun, but frivolous; a fantasy, but finite in application. Lying back, with her feet on my shoulders, baring her pussy to me, and unable to see my reactions and expressions--there was so little she could know about what I was thinking.] "Does my little slut want to cum?" I asked, as I began wriggling my thumb against her clit. "Oh-hh, yes... please, sir. Make me cum, please.", she moaned, unable to stop herself from building up an orgasm from something as simple as my touch. "...Hmm... not yet.", I said, her whimpering and pleading lost on me while I pulled my hands away... "Soon, but not yet." She didn't move a bit, kept her legs where I wanted them, and--though pleading and begging--didn't make a move to satisfy herself... waiting for what I was going to do. I licked my thumb, and pulled the little vibrator that I'd had up, telling her "Good girl, you're so wet and I can tell you need to cum... you've been good. Good girls deserve a little reward, don't they?" "Y-yes, s-s-ir... please, s-sir. O-hhh... ohhh... yy-yeesss. J-j-ust like th-a-at." The gasp she let slip from her lips was as evident as the soft moisture between her other ones. She felt the vibrator touch, and exploded... shivering legs, tightly clenched eyes, and mouth slightly parted enough for her to exhale everything she was feeling. She shook and grabbed fistfuls of the couch while her orgasms ripped through her. She yelled out "Oh, God! Oh, God!" over and over for the minute that took her to absolute heaven. It wasn't just foreplay, it was training. Not with whips or ropes or trial-and-error. It was her learning that I loved her enough to give her what she wanted, but she had to trust me. Entirely. And that's what made it so perfect when I pushed my cock into her, just as her orgasm subsided a bit, she could trust that no matter what... I wasn't ever going to leave "well enough" alone. We had so much more to do. I had so much more of her I wanted. I watched my cock disappear into her pussy, her body still writhing with pleasure. Her cunt clenched down on me, encouraging me deeper and deeper. I responded by pulling out a bit, letting her come down off of her orgasm long enough to roll her hips up and down, needing to be filled. I wanted to her body to beg for it, I'd have her begging for other things before the night was over. She shuddered and ground as best she could, desperate for me to fuck her. So I leaned in, grabbed her legs and held them straight up in the air, and began to fuck her tight pussy like a madman. She felt so good, so hot and wet, I fucked her with long strokes, letting her get used my cock before curling in and pounding her over and over. Back to slow, and long strokes... then into rough and forceful slamming... back and forth... over and over. She lost the powers of eloquence as she held onto the ottoman for support and desperation. She clenched her eyes shut and responded to my fucking her with little more than "Yes" and "Fuck me, please, sir". She shuddered with her first orgasm between panting and screaming, and without missing a beat I began just plowing into her as hard as I could. If my slut was going to cum, she was going to do it over and over, unable to control herself. She rocked back and forth with me, getting louder and louder, beads of sweat pouring off of her forehead. "Fuck me, please... oh, God, fuck me.", she was winding up to her second climax, and I wasn't done. I grabbed her hips as firmly as I could, and began pounding her tight little pussy as hard as I could. I could feel her body start to shake, and after she had exploded into her second titanic orgasms--moaning and shivering with pleasure, while rolling her hips all around my cock--I pulled out and dove between her legs. I lapped at her pussy, tasting her... all of her... giving her a tongue bath, to ease her sore pussy. To let her come down more softly. I wanted a taste before what was coming next. I wanted her to feel more comfortable with it--because it was definitely something that had never been her favorite thing to do, with her boyfriends. I sat back on the couch and slowly stroked my still rock-hard dick. It was a little pink, a little swollen. It was desperate for attention, and I knew who needed to attend it. "Come here, kneel right there", I said as she moved onto her knees. Her legs still shaking a bit, and her pussy still wet from arousal. "Yes, sir.", she smartly responded, though still panting, she took her place before me and looked up into my eyes. Holding it out for her, this something I knew she was really apprehensive about. Letting her kneel there, in front of me while I waited. I wanted her to see, first. To know that what I wanted was her mouth on my cock. It was just another part of the process I was building up to that night. Small steps. Opening her up more and more, figuratively... and literally. She looked at my cock and without hesitation, without a moment's thought--it seemed, opened that perfect little mouth and slid it down the length of me. I could feel her tongue swish underneath, I could see her hand snaking its way down to her pussy. Was she bored? So much so that she wanted pleasure, herself, to make up for the task in front of her... ...or was it what I'd hoped, what I thought? Was this turning her on? Was her sucking my dick a turn on? If it were, near as I could tell, that would be amongst a first for her--generally. She licked and sucked my cock, and I told her to look at me. Without hesitation, again, she did exactly as I told her. She was my slut. Mine. And tonight she was in rare form. Her eyes were lustful, not bored. And she went to work, like a good little cocksucker, on pleasing me. It was explosive heaven. I leaned back and let her suck me, let her tease me with her tongue--I let her fulfill one of my little fantasies about her. Having her kneeling just like that, letting her suck my cock, just like that. This was perfection, and I could feel my balls tighten with anticipation. "Good girl... just like that.", I encouraged her, a smile forming on her face while I said it. "All the way down, now...", I ordered, gently, and watched her try and swallow my cock. While only slightly longer than average, my fairly thick cock proved difficult for her and I could sense her slightly gagging from the effort--and could see her eyes water a bit, from trying. "Oh, yes... yes... good girl.", I let her resume her tonguing, and knew I couldn't let this finish. She sucked my dick expertly, with eyes that just spoke out “Am I doing it right? Is this good, sir?” I’d have let her finish, I wanted to cum all over that pretty face so much—I’d always wanted to—but, no… this was about more than me. I wasn’t done with the setup, yet. I raised her up to the couch, and dove in after her pussy. I was going to lick her and taste her, and show her my approval for her actions tonight. I thumbed her clit, quickly, as I built up within her an orgasms that made her shudder out an "O-o-o-oh, sh-h-i-i-t" as is took her. But, pleased as I was that she enjoyed herself, I wanted more than expletives, tonight. Tonight, she was going to beg in articulate terms, for me to do things to her that I was certain no man ever had before. . . .. … ….. From laying back while I toyed with her pussy, with finger and fondles and tongues and toys and clits and cocks… to where she was now. It took a careful minute or two to push her forward over the ottoman, her breasts crushed into the soft apolstry. I pulled out the velvety blue ropes, I made them myself a year ago and they were a common agent in our playtime. With her ass in the air, and her knees by the legs of the ottoman, I tied, tightly, her legs to the sides of the furniture. Her hands tied securely, as well. There was nowhere she could go, there was little she could have done… her only job was to be thoroughly used by me, in whatever way I saw fit. My job, to make it hurt, and pleasure, and simply lack boredom. A bored sub is an unhappy one, I didn’t want her to have a moment of unhappiness in this. I leaned over her, taking my time massaging her back and that sweet ass… I had to explain myself, or she wouldn’t understand. “Hon, sometimes its because you do things wrong… but not always. Sometimes I just have to hurt you a little bit, nothing too bad, but I have to know you’re going to be good.”, her body tensed, as I believe she felt how naked she was before me. She didn’t know exactly what I was going to do, but she knew it wasn’t in her hands anymore. The thought of a little pain, mixed with her trust that I’d bring her through it to something special made her pussy almost gush… I could feel it, as I brought my hand down behind her. She was a little intimidated. But very excited. And that’s when I saw her eyes pop open and then clench shut in recognition of what was coming next… understanding came a split-second after the first smack landed flat and loudly on her ass. “Shhhh… be good”, I ordered as I brought my hand down again, on her other cheek. Some spank as a game, its light and funny. I was slapping her ass firmly, I knew that it hurt. My hand was stinging a bit, so I could only imagine what she was feeling. She gasped every time, she let out a soft cough on occasion. Her eyes were wrenched tightly shut as I mercilessly slapped her over and over. I wanted her to scream. I wanted her to overcome this. I needed her to get that warm place where she’s not bracing for the next one, but in love with each. “What are you?” She buried her head a bit, too ashamed to say… too nervous or shy? I pulled my hand away, rubbing her warm and red ass tenderly… “Lick”, it was an order I’ve given before, in the past. Not very often. She would lick my hand, assisting in the small torture I was delivering. She moaned quietly to herself and drew her tongue over my open hand. It was warm, and a little red, she knew this was going to sting now. “What are you?” I brought my hand down, again, and she whimpered. And, I admit, it only made me frustrated. I didn't want a whimper... I wanted a reaction. Whimpers are what are given to someone in control to remind them they still get to be. I needed her to submit. I needed her to know that it wasn't my ego that needed satisfying, I had to be sure she was giving me everything... from her soft and warm places, to her smooth and firm places, from her body to (more importantly) her complete and total willingness. That's why I wanted her to talk. “What… are… you?” She could whimper all night, I thought as I gave her my fingers to lick again... and slapped her right cheek twice. It was turning a deep red and soft welts began to show, and that's when--after all the spanks, after the pressure, and after the cajoling, that she said it. Breaking down that wall of hesitancy, she said it… “Y-your slut, sir. I’m y-your slut.” “And what does my slut want me to do to her, right now?” I had hoped she knew. I had hoped she was reading my mind, right then, so I could continue with the plans for the evening. But, even so, a part of me wondered just how long it would take, how many more slaps, how many more small tortures, before she realized what I wanted. I waited a moment for her to answer… no sense in rushing these things. “I want you… t-to…” I rubbed her glowing red ass smoothly, “Yes?”, reminding her of what failure at this point was going to bring. “Please… fuck my ass.” I was so proud of her. Here she was, my shy little Beth, having endured a wonderful pain… begging for me to fuck her ass. My sweet, shy, nervous little girl was begging me to fuck her ass with my cock. That's when I knew I had her. So I rubbed her smooth, aching ass, softly... and backed off the authority. I spoke tenderly to her--now, not like her master, but like her lover. She had nothing more to prove, at this point, she was mine and she came through so bravely--to say those words took so much effort... so I caressed her and told her to relax, explaining plainly and carefully that I was going to touch her and needed her to take it easy. I stroked her ass, and slid my thumb towards her perfect little hole. Reward isn't harsh, it’s loving. I wanted to make her know that she deserved what I was to give her. “Alright, honey… I need you to relax for me.”, I started—with a much softer voice. “You need to be comfortable, are you comfortable?” “Yes, sir.” “Good, good girl. Alright. Such a gorgeous ass, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy this, but you’re so tight, we’re going to go very, very slow… alright?” “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” I dropped some lubricant over my thumb, and brought my other hand to her sopping wet pussy. I stroked her and let my fingers explore every crevice, letting her body relax and accept what I was doing. I crept my thumb to her asshole and pressed, gently, until it relinquished its position and I could slide it in to the first joint. Her reactions were startling. Still tied, but much more relaxed, she started moaning from the ways I was touching her. I started deeply fingering her pussy, touching by her g-spot on occasion, and every time I flicked her clit, I slid my thumb a little deeper. After a few minutes of her grunting, lightly, and humping back onto my hands, I started rolling my thumb inside of her ass, rhythmically. “O-hhh, God...”, she cried out as I began wriggling my thumb inside of her. Was she… going to cum? I wondered. Was this getting her off or was her pussy, her so sensitive pussy, doing it? I pulled my other hand free and just allowed my thumb to twitch inside of her cute rosebud, more vigorously than before. “Yes, yes… just like that… ohmygodohmygodohmygod…” she started crying out more vehemently, and I knelt there bewildered. She started tensing, pleading for me not to stop. And after a moment or two more of my fucking her ass with my thumb as deeply as I could… she shuddered, her teeth clicked together as her jaw shut tightly, and she moaned out my name. Her whole body shook against its bonds and I stopped quivering my digit long enough to get some questions answered. “Did you just cum, sweetheart?”, I asked, plainly… Through pants and labored breathing she replied, “yes.. yes, sir...oh, god… that’s… that’s never h-h-happened before… oh, my god.” “Never? You’ve never had an anal orgasm?” “N-no, sir… oh, god… never.” I was shocked. And intrigued. My cock started twitching and I knew that it was time for the end of the show. It was time for this to finish. “I need you to hold still and relax some more, Beth… I’m going to…”, she gasped as I was saying it, “…fuck your ass, now. Its going to be tight, baby, but if you relax, we’ll make it through, alright?” “Yes, sir. I’m r-ready…ready, sir.” I eased some lubricant over my cock and slid my thumb out of her… I eased forward, trying not to shock her too much—there’s a time and a place for aggressive taking, but this wasn’t going to be it. I rested my cockhead at the entrance to her slightly red asshole and moved forward. It was tight, so tight… I wondered if I was even going to fit, until after a moment I pushed through and felt myself filling up her sweet ass. I heard my own groans of pleasure, just as I heard her exclamations of “yes”. Back and forth, gently… easily…I started stroking myself in and out of her. I’d never felt anything quite so wonderful, I thought, as I slowly started fucking my Beth in the ass, that night. She started tensing and untensing as waves of pleasure rolled over her. She was enjoying this so much, that I could feel her pussy dripping juices down my thigh. I could feel her getting off, and her cunt twitching. After moments of soft movements and assurances that she was doing well, after moans of approval and arousal had made themselves enough of a presence… I leaned forward, bracing myself more over her than simply behind her and prepared her for what was next. “Good girl, you’ve done so well, baby… have you been enjoying yourself?” “Oh, yes, sir… yes… mmmm… yes….”, she breathlessly moaned as I kept stroking my thick cock in and out of her ass. “Good, ‘cause now… it’s my turn. I’m going to fuck you now, and I’m going to fuck you as hard as I please, for me. Do you understand?” “Y-yess… please, sir… fuck me hard… fuck me so hard, sir…”, she begged. “Not yet… I want you to tell me something.” I could sense her hesitation; this was always the hardest part for her… “What does it feel like?” “S-s-sir? No… I… c-c-an’t… mmmm…”, torn between pleasure and duty, she was unsure of what to do next. “You’re going to tell me what it feels like, my cock inside your ass, before I start really fucking you hard… you’re going to tell me that, aren’t you, slut?” For a moment, just a moment, I held still… my cock filling her, but not moving, letting her think, in the middle of an ocean of pleasure, what she was willing to do. Say no? Risk another harsh spanking or one of the worse things I can do? Perhaps I’d stop? What to do? What to do? “…it…” “Yes?”, I started pumping in and out of her again. “…it feels… so… big… sir. Your cock is… it feels like… it’s stretching me out… it’s so thick…” Being Vocal Just what I’d wanted to hear, I thought, as I began slamming her tender ass with everything I had, her body bouncing down and forward against the ottoman, her knees digging into the rug… her face slapping against the cushion of the couch and nothing she could do about any of it. I was furiously pounding her ass, grabbing onto her for leverage and withdrawing for only a few moments only to start filling her up again. She was moaning by this point, no point in words anymore… I was groaning, all pretenses lost. This was beyond the game, now, this was two wanton creatures, locked together, fucking madly for release. I slammed into her again, and she howled out my name… she howled out with her own orgasm. I’d fucked her to her first true anal orgasm, and she knew it. She clutched for me, bound too tightly to succeed, as I ignored passing feelings of stopping. I pulled out and she went limp, sweat pouring from her body, her pussy dripping wet… I stopped for a moment, delaying my own climax. I stopped only long enough to see her laying there on her tummy, her body rising and falling with exhaustion, and her whimpers of “please… please…” I moved back toward her ass, again, and without measure or patience, simply sank my entire cock into her… gripping her sides and slamming in and out of her like a piston. I wanted her to wail, I wanted her to know that no man had ever given her a night like this. No lover had ever given her this sort of attention to detail. I was going to make her remember tonight, and quiver every time she did. I fucked her for a long time, after that. Softly and gently… I fucked her ass until she had cum a few more times and then I let her relax while I pulled out and shot load after load all over her ass. I came so hard I nearly blacked out. Only with my Beth, only for my Beth. We spent the rest of the night sleeping, waking on occasion to fool around in bed. It was more innocent, less powerfully unique. But we fucked and fondled and laughed the morning after, both sore… but both intensely satisfied. She is my greatest fantasy, and she makes my fantasies great.