0 comments/ 4353 views/ 1 favorites Kilt Fantasy By: MsMantis I had been watching him all evening. The way his legs worked underneath the pleated tartan. Sometimes when he turned just right, I could catch glimpses of his thighs. I couldn't help but follow him with my eyes, and when he caught my gaze, I averted my eyes and knew I was flushing. My stomach flipped thrillingly. I took a tentative sip of my drink, wanting desperately to get drunk. I took a few seconds to calm myself, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing. I was aware of my pussy getting wet, thinking about the musician in the kilt. The way his hairy legs were on display. When he was playing, I couldn't help but stare at him, trying to see the telltale sign of his penis swinging freely underneath the kilt. I flushed again, my eyes closed, thinking about the possibility that he was naked underneath. I bit my lip, then took another deep drink. 'Fuck it,' I thought, 'they're playing dance music, I'm gonna fucking dance.' Finished with the cocktail, I put the glass back down, and stood up to join the other party guests on the dancefloor. I chose a spot where I could still see him, and began to move. I knew that my dance style had always been, overtly sexual, and while I tried to be socially acceptable, I couldn't help but think about him watching me dance, or better yet, how I would dance up against him if he were behind me, pressing my ass into him, and feeling his hands gripping my hips. Maybe I could get away with touching his bare leg... I smiled with my eyes closed, and when I opened them, he was looking at me. I immediately flushed and looked away. My hands seemed to trace daringly close to my breasts, and I had to stop myself from moaning right there on the dancefloor. I turned around, slowing my swaying hips and trying desperately to calm my racing heart. When I turned back around, he was again, looking at me. I couldn't help but smile as I blushed, but again, had to turn away from his piercing gaze. For the next half hour, I felt myself getting hot, excited, wet, as I danced among the other people. When I dared, I glanced at him, and saw him watching. I was thrilled each time, and found myself getting a little bolder. 'You are fucking hot.' I said, thinking at him, 'I'm dancing for you, you know." I smiled as I imagined that he could hear my thoughts. Finally, I could take no more, and I decided to go use the restroom. Give myself a break from teasing myself with that look he was giving me. I quickly strode out of the reception area, and towards the restrooms. After relieving myself, I washed my hands. I applied some more tinted lip gloss, and made sure I didn't look too sweaty. I was flushed red, from drinking, and from dancing, and I turned on the cold water, letting it run over my wrists, urging my blood to cool. I closed my eyes, letting the water cool me, picturing him in the kilt. The bathroom door opened, and I heard the audible lock of it behind me. I opened my eyes to see who had come in, and it was him. He reached up around me and covered my mouth with one hand, and with his other, he fondled my breast. I groaned into his hand, and pressed my body against him, reaching behind me to lightly rest my palms against his thighs. His fingers gripped me, roughly pinching my nipples. I could feel his breath hot against the side of my face, urgent, forceful. "You were looking at me." he said, still covering my mouth, but his other hand now running down the front of my body, up my skirt, his fingers urgently seeking out my cunt. As he gripped my face, his other hand roughly hooked around the edge of my panties and shoved them aside, his fingernails brushing across my cunt. I groaned into his hand, and relaxed my body against him, I knew he could feel how wet I already was. His dick throbbed against my ass, and I moaned, pulling up the fabric of his kilt to feel his naked thighs with my hands. His hairs bristled against my palms, and he pressed himself more firmly against me, "What do you want, huh?" his fingers dipping into my gaping mouth, he pulled my head back against him harder, "I saw you dancing, running your hands over your body." His other finger suddenly jammed into me, and he rammed the other finger deeper into my mouth, gagging me. My mouth worked around his finger, and I managed to get out a gargled "Uhhhnnnngh" as I stared into his eyes reflected in the mirror. His fingers simultaneously fucked me, causing my body to jerk, pressing back into him, almost collapsing into his arms. I continued to gag and moan around his fingers, but I was about to come from the way he was touching my cunt. "You have a hotel room?," He whispered into my ear, fucking me still, staring into my eyes in the mirror. I gasped and nodded. "Let's go there, then I am going to fuck you raw." His eyes drilled into me. I moaned and nodded again. He pulled both his fingers out of me, and gripped my shoulders, turning me around to face him. My body was quivering, and my breath was coming in ragged gasps. He pushed me down to my knees in front of him, a dark grin on his face. Trembling, I knelt in front of him, seeing his cock stirring underneath the kilt. I reached up, my hands skimming along his legs, over his knees, and up his thighs. He smiled down at me, reached out, and cupped my face, and I looked up into his eyes. "I'm going to fuck your throat, and come in it. Would you like that, my comeslut?" My hands had found his cock, already hard and throbbing, and I looked up into his eyes, squeezing along his dick, feeling how excited he was, I nodded my head. He smiled at me, and pulled my face closer to him. I lifted the fabric, pushing it up and exposing his legs, then his balls, and his hard dick. I couldn't help but moan, thinking about how it would taste. I opened my mouth, and let his dick slide into my hot mouth. He used both his hands to fist into my hair, pulling out my elaborate updo, and hurting my scalp. He yanked my head onto his cock at the same time as he pumped his hips into my face, forcing his dick as deep into my throat as I'd ever had. I felt myself gagging, my throat wanting to reject the huge obstruction. I panicked and looked up into his eyes, trying to communicate my reaction, and he pulled out only to thrust into me harder. "Just like this, you fucking slut." He grunted as he fucked my throat. He continued to smile down at me as he thrust his dick as deep into my mouth as he could. I shuddered as I felt my throat finally accepting the invasion of his dick, and I ran my hands around to his ass, pulling him into me with each thrust. My tongue was slurping on his dick, and I kept staring up into his eyes, loving the way he looked down at me, admiring the sight of me burying his cock in my throat. He let go of my hair with one of his hands, and reached down to pinch my nose shut. I looked up at him, a question in my eyes. He thrust into my mouth, and held his dick in me, watching me realize that I couldn't draw breath. My hands left his ass, and began to push against his thighs, trying to push myself off his dick to get air. He smiled down at me, and I could feel his dick throbbing in me. My vision was starting to blur, and all I could see were his eyes, cutting through me, and his dick twitching in my throat. Suddenly he released my nose, again snatched at my hair, and began fucking my throat. I gagged in air around his dick, tears coming to my eyes, and my hands weakly protesting against his hairy thighs. Without warning, I feel his hot semen shooting into my throat. I pull back so I can catch some on my tongue. It's hot, and I let it slip around my mouth before I swallow, then I lean in to clean off his dick. "What a good fuck toy," he said, holding my face in both his hands, gently, holding me on his dick as it throbs in the aftershocks of his orgasm. He stares down at me with a look that makes me wet, and I remember what he had said about a hotel room and fucking me raw. I swallowed around the hot wad of come in my throat, smiling up at him. I felt like I was in a daze as he helped me gently to my feet. He placed his arm around me, and started to lead me towards the bathroom door. "Let's go, my precious little slut, I'm going to make you beg and beg before I finally let you come." I felt myself lose my balance, my breath hitching in my chest as I leaned into him, shuddering. "I know you would love that, having me make your pussy nice and wet, but not letting you come. Wouldn't you, fuckslut?" He unlocked the bathroom door, and propelled me out of the bathroom and towards the parking lot. It was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other. To keep a calm look on my face as I smelled my pussy on the hand around my shoulder. I swallowed nervously as we walked, and again became aware of the hot wad stuck deep in my throat. I felt like everyone was watching us, watching me. I was sure that I must look disheveled, with my hair undone, and my face flushed with lust. I could feel how wet my cunt was, and I kept biting my lip to keep from moaning. His arm was firm around me, his fingers digging into my flesh, he leaned close to my head, "I can smell your cunt, how wet it is. I bet everyone else can smell your slutty cunt too." This time I did moan aloud, softly, and again I fell into him as my balance left me. I stumbled over my own feet, and he yanked me forward. I could either walk, or trip. I forced myself to keep moving. My heart was picking up speed as I imagined what he might do to me. What I wanted him to do to me. We finally reached his car, and he opened the passenger door and pushed me into the seat. Or rather, he guided me as I collapsed into the waiting seat. I sat, finally wondering what I was doing with this man, when he was climbing into the driver's seat. I looked over at him as he turned the car on. His thigh muscles worked, and his kilt rode up a bit, he caught me looking at his legs. He asked me for the location of the hotel, and I gave him the information and my room key, my eyes glued to his legs; I could swear I saw his cock stirring under the kilt. He saw me looking. "Lean over here and suck me," his voice cut through my haze, and he reached one of his hands over, and traced a finger across my lips, grinning devilishly at me. I found myself leaning across the center console, and breathlessly pushed his kilt up, uncovering his dick, already hard again. I licked my lips, and eagerly took it into my mouth. I braced my hands on the console, and drew my legs up so I was kneeling on the seat, fully able to get his dick as deep in my throat as I could. "Mmm, that's perfect my little slut," he said, one hand against the back of my head, "I love how your mouth feels around my dick." I moan around his cock, using my tongue to rub up and down his shaft. I angle my head so I can take it even deeper, and I try to hold it, my nose up against his body, his pubic hair tickling my nose. I can feel my dress riding up, my ass up against the window as I bobbed up and down on his dick. He kept his hand on my head, letting me fuck him with my mouth. He groaned, and told me what a beautiful mouth I had. I moaned around his cock, feeling my pussy getting wetter as I pleasured him. I lifted off, using my lips and my tongue to wrap up his dick, settling on his head, licking around it, sucking it in between my lips. I licked come off him, and paused to look up at him, He stroked my hair, "You are delicious," He said, smiling at me. I groaned and took his dick back in my mouth, sucking down him, until he was again buried deep in my throat. I'm not sure how long he drove, but I kept slowly fucking his dick with my mouth, I loved making my way up and down his dick, often stopping to lavish his head with attentions. I could tell he was getting excited, by the way his hand fisted in my hair, forcing my mouth on his cock faster and deeper. "That's right, my little mouthslut, fuck me with your pink lips, your little tongue. That feels so good, keep fucking me, don't take your mouth off my dick." he commanded, his voice darker with his desire. I kept at it for the rest of the drive, so engrossed in pleasuring him, that it took me a few full minutes to realize he had parked the car, and had both of his hands knotted into my hair, gripping my head as he thrust into my throat. With each thrust, he grunted, "This is my mouth, isn't it?" I moaned around his dick, feeling him withdraw, then ram it deeper into my throat. "This is my mouth." Again. "Uhh, You belong to me, don't you slut?" he was thrusting faster now, pumping his dick into me, I relaxed my throat, letting his cock slam in and out of my mouth. "Yhhhsshhh" I tried to get out around his dick, angling my head so I could look into his eyes, pleading with him, challenging him, defying him, and trusting him completely. "That's right, you belong to me, you're my little whore, aren't you?" He groaned as he fucked me faster and deeper. I could feel him getting harder, his dick stiffening with his pending orgasm. I relaxed my throat, ready to feel his hot load filling my throat with fire. He suddenly pushed me off his dick, I knelt on the passenger seat, panting, a hurt and confused look on my face, and he turned his body towards mine, jerking himself off, and shooting come all over the front of my dress. Some of it landed on my chest and neck, and I gasped and moaned as I felt him shower me with his come. "You look so beautiful covered with my come," He said, reaching over to gather some of the come onto the tip of his finger. He brings his finger to my lips, and rubs his come into them, finally thrusting his finger into my mouth. "Mmmm" I say, sucking his finger into my mouth, relishing the taste of the come he fed me, and looking at him with complete trust and love. He removes his finger, and gets out of the car. I finally observe where we are parked, in a hotel parking garage. In the distance, I am aware of the slam of a car door. He is at my door, pulling it open, letting in the cool night air. He grabs my arm, and starts to pull me out of the seat. I push myself out of the car, standing on wobbly legs, trapped between his body and the car door. He looks me up and down, "You are so fucking tasty looking," He says, leaning in to kiss me deeply, his tongue probing into my mouth. I melt into his kiss, sighing against his mouth and bringing my hands up to cling at his shoulders. He breaks away, "I can't wait to walk through the hotel with you, smelling like a hungry pussy, your hair all knotted, your lips swollen from sucking dick, and come all over you." I moaned with embarrassment, but my pussy still clenched at his words. "I... I can't" I whisper, feeling the heat creeping up my neck, my face blushing red, I squirm under his gaze. "You are." He says with steel in his voice, "You're going to let everyone see how slutty you are, you look like such a slut, so needy and desperate for dick." My breaths started coming faster, I gazed at him, wanting to challenge him, but wondering how far he would take it. He didn't give me a chance to think, he put his arm around me, and shut the door, turned us away, and began walking us through the echoing parking garage towards the hotel doors. He slipped his hand off my shoulder and slapped my ass. I gasped into the night, and my cry echoed through the concrete. "Shh!" He admonished, his arm slipping tightly around me again, "Wait until we get to the room, my precious, do you want everyone to see what a whore you are?" His other hand reaches across to scrape more drying come off of my dress, and he brings it up to my mouth, and without thinking, I suck his finger into my mouth, licking the come off of it. I saw an older man walking out of the hotel as we approached the doors. He looked preoccupied, and only offered us only the barest of glances. His eyes flicked from my face, to my neck, and down the front of my dress. I knew he was taking in the desperate look in my eyes, and the drying come decorating my front. I groaned softly, closing my eyes as we continued walking past him. I could hear my heartbeat ringing in my ears, and I wanted to die of embarrassment. His voice was soft, blowing air across my ear with each word, "He stopped dead in his tracks, my little loveslut, he is staring after you, in awe of how beautiful you are, flushed and needy with desire." I turned my face into his shoulder, moaning, feeling my cunt tightening with desire as we walked into the lobby and through the seating area. I kept my face buried, knowing we were passing a few people in the lobby, but not daring to look up and see their reactions. We walked briskly to the elevators, and he reached out to press the call button. I finally lifted my face, and looked up at the numbers, watching the light descend to mark the elevator's progress. His hand stroked down my back, and came to a rest on my ass cheek, firmly gripping the flesh and sending shivers through me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but I couldn't stop my body from spasming. "When we get in the elevator, lean in the corner and put one foot up on the railing. I want to get a closer look at my little pussy." The light finally reached the lobby, and the elevator doors opened. With extreme relief, I hurried into the cab, turning and backing into a corner, watching him stride in after me. He hit the button to close the doors, and as he contemplated the button panel, he said softly, "If I were you, my little toy, I would stand like I told you to." his finger trailed to the button marked 11, and pressed it, "Otherwise you are going to regret it." I moaned and felt myself begin to lift a leg, trying to rest my foot up along the railing. I felt ridiculous, awkwardly trying to hold my skirt down to cover something. I was just about to lower my leg, when he turned towards me, and I couldn't help but watch how his eyes ravaged my face, taking in how my torso was contorted, thrusting my hips towards him in an effort to keep my leg up on the railing. He smiled, noticing the damp spot visible on the front of my panties. "Good girl," he said, and immediately he was pressed up against me, his dick hard against my exposed cunt, with one hand, he grabbed my knee and forced my leg up higher, with his other, he reached down and rudely shoved two fingers into my hole. I squealed, wriggling my hips as best I could, trying to keep my balance on one foot, and feeling my cunt contract around his rough fingers. "Oh shit," I whimpered, staring into his eyes, offering him myself, willing to do anything he wanted me to do. "You are going to come before we reach the 11th floor, my sweet fuckslut." He said, ramming his fingers into my cunt, his face right up next to mine, each word harsh in my ear. I could see the light was already at floor 6, now 7, climbing, and I looked into his eyes, he was still staring at me, his hand holding my thigh open, his other hand pounding fingers in and out of my cunt. I couldn't stand it any longer, and my hips thrust against his as my orgasm gripped me. I moaned aloud, and as I was in the midst of waves of pleasure, I distantly heard a *ping*. When I opened my eyes, I realized that the elevator doors had opened. I also realized that a young business man was waiting to board the elevator. He stood with his mouth gaping open. I groaned in embarrassment, and felt my pussy tighten around his fingers again. He promptly pulled his fingers out of me, and brought them up to my lips, simultaneously letting my leg drop. I moaned as I sucked his fingers into my mouth, my eyes flicking back to the man in the hallway. He was watching my mouth lick and suck my own come, and as he watched, the doors began to close. Immediately he threw out his hand, blocking the sensor, and keeping the doors open. Kilt Fantasy I glanced back to my musician, and he was smiling at me. I moaned as he withdrew his fingers, and I tried to regain some composure by smoothing my skirt back down my hips. He put his arm around me, and we strolled past the slack jawed business man. The man stumbled into the elevator, I could feel his eyes staring at me as I was led down the hallway. "You are such a good slut," he said to me, gripping me tightly against him, "I'm going to reward you, my little kitten, let you come and come and come." I tripped on his words, and he continued to propel me down the hallway, finally stopping at room 115. Quickly he had the door unlocked and open, and he shoved me through the open door into the dark hotel room. I stood in utter black, shaking in anticipation, and felt him shut and lock the door. With a startled cry, I felt his hands reach around from behind me, to pull my dress up over my head, I raised my arms to help him, never once trying to prevent him from stripping me. His hands ran over my breasts and down my stomach, branding me with his hot touch. His face was buried in my neck, and he was biting me and kissing me, I groaned, leaning into his touch and gently following his hands with my own. "This is my body isn't it, I own all of you, don't I? Say it!" His hands claimed me, ending with him gripping my breasts and twisting the nipples. I squealed aloud, but was able to gasp at the end, "Yes!" as I writhed around, rubbing my ass against his dick, once again hard and pressing into me. "Ohhh, yes I am, I'm yours!" He bit me, fiercely, pulling his arms tightly around my neck from behind. I cried out, trying to tell him that he was choking me, but all I could get out was, "Yrrgh cckng mgh!", my hands meekly tried to unlock his grip. I could feel my heart beating in my ears, ringing, deafening, as I tried to pull air into my lungs, as my vision began to get gray, I started to dig my nails into his arm, actually trying to hurt him and get him to let go. Vaguely, I was aware that he was grinding his dick into me, I tried to say something, but my vision was getting fuzzier, dimmer. Then the world went black. - - - I was woozy, confused, last thing I remembered, I had been getting worked over by a sexy musician. Suddenly a few things became clear to me, I was naked, and I was tied to a chair, my hands tied behind me, and my ass scooted to the edge of the seat. My thighs and calves were also soundly tied to the chair. The only thing I could move, was my head, so I quickly scanned my surroundings, and noticed that he was kneeling in front of me. I gasped, and jumped as much as my binds allowed. "What, what are you doing?" I asked him, noticing that he still had that grin on his face, my body melting underneath his gaze. "I'm going to pleasure your sweet pussy," He said, running his hands up my legs, up my thigh and finally tracing my cunt. Groaning, I let my body relax farther off the edge of the chair, allowing him more access to my pussy. His fingers paused against my pussy lips. "Beg me." He said, looking into my eyes, making me ache and bite my lip. "Please," it popped out without my thinking, "Please..." He traced his fingers up and down my cunt. Parting my pussy lips and holding my gaze the entire time, "Beg me, beg me to let you come." "Uhhhn," I groaned, feeling my pussy get wet, aching to feel his fingers inside me again. I held his gaze, my heart racing as I felt his fingers lightly stroking against my pussy, he leaned closer to my face. "You do realize," he said, "that no one knows you're here with me. No one noticed that you left, or knows you came here with me." His hand went down to the top of his kilt stocking, and pulled something out. It was a sharp, pointed blade, about 3 inches long. He brought it up to my face, traced the edge of my jaw with the tip. He smiled the smile of a predator about to kill something helpless. "I can do anything I want to you. How does that make you feel?" he traced down the side of my neck with the small dagger. I couldn't breathe. I was breathing in short quick gasps, my heart was pounding. I could feel his dagger moving slightly on top of the pulse in my neck. And my pussy was starting to drip. I ached for him to have this control, I ached for everything he could do to me. "I love it," I stammered. "I fucking love it, sir." He smiled that deadly smile. "Good girl." He said. He dragged the edge of the blade down to my breasts, slowly tracing the outline of my nipples. I shivered and groaned. "I could hurt you," he said darkly, his blade jabbing me painfully between my breasts. "I could pierce your sweet skin, really make you cry, would you like that?" He looked up into my eyes, a fire smoldering in them that threatened to burn me alive. "Oh... oh daddy, you can hurt me if you want." I breathed, "I am yours." He grinned at me fiercely, "My good girl," he said, and began dragging the dagger down my belly, and onto my thigh. I was mesmerized by the reflective blade running down my pale skin. I was shivering, my heart racing, drunk on pleasure and terror as I watched him run the to a spot on my inner thigh. He pricked me, just enough to draw blood. "Oh sir" I groaned, "fuck, please don't hurt me." I watched in fascination as my red blood welled up, then began to drip, startling against my white thigh. I started to pant, for some reason my pussy even wetter, and I glanced up at his face. He was grinning at me, taking in my reaction, and then he glanced down at my thigh, and without warning he was at me, his mouth on me, latched to the puncture, and sucking my blood into his mouth. I squealed and tried to jerk my body away. It hurt, the way he was sucking the flesh of my thigh, forcing more of my blood into his mouth, but it made my cunt squeeze deliciously. His face was right next to my pussy. Then he stopped sucking my leg, and began to gently kiss the spot, tenderly licking it, I groaned and my body relaxed again, so close to coming, but the spot throbbing in pain. I could see a dark bruise beginning to form on my skin, bright against my thigh. I looked at him, kneeling between my spread legs, his lips tinted red with my blood, and without thinking, I said, "I want you to hurt me, sir, I want you to hurt me bad, and no one would know..." in a far away voice. He smiled like a hyena, and I knew I had made a mistake by saying that to him. But I didn't care, I wanted his delicious brand of love, the pain, the complete control over my body, the sweet anticipation of never knowing what he was going to do to me, but that no matter what I would love it. I groaned aloud, dropping my head back against the back of the chair. I felt his breath against my cunt, and I was aching to feel his tongue running up my slit, teasing my clit, when suddenly he bit my labia. I screamed, but it was half scream half moan, and just as suddenly he had released me, and was probing his tongue into my wet cunt. I was coming instantly, the constant hold between pleasure and terror were too much. I cried out as my cunt leaked and my body relaxed, the waves coursing through my body and my cries of passion the same pleading tones as cries of pain. When I raised my head, panting, flushed, and drained from my orgasm, I saw him looking at me with a cold, hard, blank stare. My heart dropped, fluttered, and I waited for him to make the next move. "Did I tell you that you could come?" His voice was gentle, but so harsh, so soft, but with so much promise, that I couldn't help but start to wriggle under his gaze, fighting the ropes and moaning. He was back at my throat, gripping it with one hand, and pressing the tip of his dagger into my chin, "Huh? Did I fucking say you could come you slut?" "Ohh, no, oh no sir," I wailed, frantic, terrified, "oh I'm sorry I couldn't help it!!" I gasped and cried, so aware of the point of his blade in my skin. "I'm going to punish you now." He said, settling back, taking his hands away from my throat. I was gasping, my mouth working open and closed as I stared at him, my pussy alive with anticipation again, "Daddy..." I moaned out, "Please punish me, I've been such a naughty girl." My heart leapt into my throat when he looked at me, and I couldn't believe I had asked him to hurt me, but I wanted him to. I was scared of him, but I wanted him to push me to that fabulous line between pleasure and pain; then shove me over that line. I wanted him to shake me to my core, push me to my limits; and then give me the most mind shattering orgasms of my life. He suddenly slapped my face, hard enough to sting, to cause me to bite my lip. "You are, my dirty, greedy, comehungry slut." His voice was so soft, I glared into his eyes, pissed that he struck me in my face, he grinned wider, and slapped across my other cheek. "Ow!" I cried, the defiance of my glare gone in a flash, replaced by a pouting look of hurt and hunger, "I'm sorry sir..." I whispered, "I'm sorry I'm such a greedy slut." He gripped my chin hard, pursing my lips out, his own face inches from mine. His eyes dark, hard, and dangerous, "Say it louder, whore." "Ohhh.." I moaned louder, melting into his touch, my cunt on fire, "I'm sorry I'm such a greedy cunt, oh I'm sorry!" My eyes pleaded into his, begging him to forgive me for being so horny. He had his dagger in his hand again, and while he was still holding my chin fiercely, bruising the flesh, he slid the blade under my ties and cut them away. Blood rushed back into my hands and feet, and I slowly stretched out my extremities. "Bend over, lean over this chair, slut." His voice was quick, precise, and sent sparks through me that I felt in my cervix; deep in my womb. I slowly rotated, letting my ass slide off the chair, and without any grace, I rested my torso on the chair seat, and was awkwardly half kneeling, half standing, my arms hanging over the other side of the seat. With quick motions, he had securely tied my arms to the chair legs, and on the other side, tied each thigh to the other legs. Effectively presenting my ass and my cunt to him. I was immediately groaning, wet, hoping he would touch me, fuck me, let me come more. He walked out of my line of vision, and left me tied to the chair. I ran through tonight's encounters, thrilling at each time his dick came for me, licking my teeth and biting my lip as I remembered the feeling of him making me come, with his fingers, with his mouth. Always twisted with pain, degradation, and pure bliss. I don't know how long I was waiting. My legs were starting to get sore from the half crouch, half stand, and my breasts were sore from being mashed into the hard seat. He was back. Standing by my head, tucking my hair to one side, trying to gather it out of my face. I looked at him, pleading, asking him to stop teasing me, daring him to keep teasing me until I couldn't take it any more. In his hand, he had a supple flogger. He was striking it firmly into one palm, that dangerous smile giving me a hint of what was to come. "Oh daddy," I moaned, wriggling around without thinking about it, my pussy getting wet because of the look in his eyes. "I'm going to beat you with this, my sweet fuckbunny, my slave." He said so sweetly, with so much love, that I immediately groaned. "Yes baby," he continued, "I'm going to hurt you. After each hit, you say, 'Thank you for hurting me sir.'" Suddenly his hand was fisted in my hair, and he yanked my head back, "Do you understand you slut?" he growled. "Yes! Oh yes!" I cried, excited by his anger; I wanted him to hurt me, I wanted him to use that lash against me, to mark up my skin, even if it hurt me. With a wicked grin, he brought the whip whistling against my naked ass. I squealed, nearly biting my tongue, and I was able to groan out, "Oh, thank you for hurting me sir!" He whipped me again, and again I sobbed out "Thank you for hurting me sir!" On and on, raining stinging blows on my ass cheeks, and the backs of my thighs. I was crying, calling out, nearly sobbing, but still managing to get out the words, though I didn't think he was able to understand me. I was getting frantic, shaking and convulsing, yet held completely still by my ties. I just had to lie there and take his punishment, feeling each flash of pain, and the way my cunt squeezed and leaked when I thanked him for hurting me. I could hear his ragged breathing, from the force of his blows, and also because I knew he was excited, bringing that flogger down against my flesh, seeing the bright lines and welts it left on my skin. Hearing the slap against my body, and my musical cries of pain and pleasure, incoherent as I begged him with my voice to stop hitting me, to keep hitting me, to hit me harder. I could hardly draw breath I was so excited. I had no idea how long he was hitting me, but by the end, I was continuously yelping out my thanks, my moans blending into one long plea for him to end his torment of me. Again and again, faster and harder, he lashed my ass, I was straining so hard against the ropes, I was sure that my arms and thighs were going to be chafed. I didn't care, my body moved of it's own accord, leaning back as far as I could into his swings. Again and again, I cried out, only able to enunciate the words 'thanks' and 'hurt', but the rest was squealing, sobbing, moaning, and grunting melded together into a song of my submission and devotion to him. Finally the lashes subsided. He came to stand behind me, and I whimpered and moaned and begged as his hands began to stroke the red welts and marks covering my ass and the backs of my thighs. As he eased a finger into my dripping cunt, I could hear him sigh, "Oh yes, my precious fuck toy, I love how you respond to me." I groaned softly as he withdrew his finger, and I could feel him positioning himself between my thighs. I felt his dick probing into my hot cunt. "Oh please, yes please Daddy.." I cried, trying to raise my ass into him, feeling one hand running across my ass. SMACK I yelped with shock as he simultaneously whipped me, and slid his dick into my cunt. "Oh you're so fucking tight," He said, running his hand across my smarting bottom as his dick twitched in me, "Your pussy feels so good." I moaned and tried to press myself into him, my pussy was squeezing him, begging him to fuck me, but he just sat with his cock in me, letting me wail and throb and wriggle around him. Without warning, I felt the sting of the lash against me, and I cried out, pulling against the restraints. He reached forward and yanked my head back by my tangled hair, "Don't you dare flinch again, bitch," he ran the tip of the flogger across my ass, up each thigh, and down my spine, "If you flinch from me again, it is going to be so much worse for you." His hand was still fisted in my hair, his dick still buried in my cunt, and I squeezed around him and couldn't help but groan. "Yeah, you're my little fucktoy, and you'll do what I say." he said with pride, and wrapped my hair around his fist so he had a firmer grip. Then he began flogging me. Being tied to the chair, having him yanking my head back and keeping me solidly against the chair with his dick inside me was heavenly when combined with the sharp pains raining down on my flesh. All I was was a fuck hole, a wet cunt ready to squeeze on his dick, and flesh to receive his sweet punishment. I could feel his dick twitching in me, and I groaned as each of his blows caused me to contract around his cock. He continued to beat me, raining stinging blows across my hips, my ass, my lower back, his hand still ripping a fistfull of my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my body into his blows; both from the flogger, and the thrusts of his cock in me. I could do nothing more than lay still, letting my body absorb the punishment. Thru it all, my pussy was throbbing around his dick, and the way he was fucking me, deep and hard, was making my cunt start to fill with a looming orgasm. "Oh daddy," I managed to get out, half crying, half grunting, "I'm gonna come, oh please, fuck me!" He responded by yanking my head harder, by fucking me deeper, slamming his dick into me, and by hitting me even harder with the flogger. "Come on, then, slut, come on my dick." He grunted as he fucked me as hard as he could. His sweet torture was more than I could take, and soon my cunt squeezed, contracted, and leaked around his cock. I was coming, squealing, my whole body seeming to swell and throb with electric energy. He kept fucking me as hard as he could, kept pulling my hair, and kept hitting me; and I kept coming. It was like my orgasm wasn't going to end until he stopped, until he let me stop. "Oh fuck, yes, hurt me, fuck me!" I heard myself crying out, my pussy tightening and relaxing around his dick. "I'm coming!!" I sang out to him, sure that he knew by the way he could feel the way my pussy was spasming and dripping, and by the tones of my cries; but I wanted him to know that he was making me come. He didn't let go of my hair, but he finally stopped whipping me, and he began thrusting his dick in me frantically, grunting. I could sense his dick getting harder, filling with come, and I tried to relax and lay still; I wanted to feel it coating the inside of my cunt. He thrust into me harshly, and kept his dick buried deep in me, and I felt his cock jerk once, twice, three times as he spurt his hot semen inside me. I moaned again, "Oh thank you for your come, oh thank you..." My body felt delicious. The afterglow of my orgasm made my whole body feel warm, relaxed, sleepy and content. I could feel the heat coming off my cunt, the deep feeling of fulfillment within my womb. His semen was leaking at my opening, and I tried to keep still, wanting to keep it inside me. "You're so fucking beautiful, pet." His voice was behind me, and I knew he was admiring how I looked, tied with my legs open, my ass and cunt fully on display, my pussy red, aching, and dripping with come. Red welts and marks covered my body, and I was draped in the chair, almost falling asleep because I felt so relaxed and safe. I groaned and stirred when I heard his praise, and felt some come squeeze out of my pussy. He walked up to my head, trailing a gentle hand up along my body, tenderly touching each bruise, I could hear him sighing in appreciation. I rolled my body to follow his hand as best I could, loving how sweet and soft his touch could feel on the aching welts he had given me. "Oh yes.." I breathed, as he came to stand by my face. It took me a second to realize that he was dressed again. I gazed up at him, confused, still clouded by my orgasm, questions written all over my face as I began to gently struggle against the restraints again. "I'm leaving, fuckslut. I put your number in my phone, and if I want to use you again, I will contact you." He gently cupped my chin, forcing me to look up at him, "I'm leaving you, like this. The desk clerk is going to find you, all tied up. My marks all over your precious body, my come leaking out of you. He's going to know you're just a slut. That you want to be used. I'm going to pay him so he will untie you and leave. Maybe I'll tell him that he can use you too, huh slut? Would my toy like that?" I started to pant as I stared up at him, believing what he said, and alternating between thrilling that he was leaving me to be discovered for what I was, and terror that someone else would see me like this. "Ok..." I breathed, unable to say anything else. "Good girl." He said to me, and leaned down to kiss, tender, possessing, and marking me as his territory. He broke the kiss, and smiled down at me, that devilish smile that made me quiver with anticipation. He stood, and walked briskly from my viewpoint. I heard a few seconds of silence, and I hoped that he had paused to take one more look at me, then I heard footsteps and the door opening. The room flooded with some light from the hallway, then brought me back to semi-darkness and silence as the door solidly shut. Kilt Fantasy I didn't struggle, I knew soon enough the desk clerk would enter the room. Instead I lay quietly, wondering when he would contact me again. I shut my eyes and focused on all the marks he had made on my body, all the reminders of what he had done to me. Each point of tender flesh was a beautiful gift from him. I smiled softly to myself as I rested, basking in the perfection of his love.