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Sharing Memories and Videotape

By: dirtylittlejo



When morning came, Candice opened her eyes and rolled over in bed. She had slept the deep sleep of the sexually fulfilled and exhausted. As she laid there, going over the thoughts of the last 24 hours, she was amazed at the direction the time had taken. She had found a true dominant master in Mark, and she knew that Brandon had brought him into their sex life for a reason. He truly knew her desires, although she had not voiced them. She had always wanted to enjoy being ravished in front of an 'audience', and now she smiled to herself, thinking, "that's one I can cross off my list".

She recalled when she had first met Brandon. She had been a successful businesswoman, mid-twenties, burned out on life. Her boyfriend of two years had just dumped her in order to take a job opportunity in Chicago, and she was barrelling rapidly down a winding path to the realization that she was dissatisfied with her life. She had lost interest in her job. She had plenty of friends, but none that were single. She had no desire to have children. And unfortunately, she had never had good, real, electric sex.

She had been introverted her entire life. She had been given a woman's body at the age of 12, and figured out quickly that the unwanted attention went away as she put on excess weight. It enabled her to hide from the prying eyes of the world. She rarely dated in high school, had one steady relationship that never took her virginity in college, and never thought her womanly curves would find her a man in a world of slender, plastic surgery-aided, female bodies.

On a business trip that sent her to Cincinnati, she had the misfortune of a delayed flight that found her in the airport lounge, killing time in a martini glass. Feeling as though she was being watched, she turned slightly from the bar, searching for the owner of the stare. She couldn't detect it, and quickly turned around, embarrassed. The feeling of eyes on her never ceased, so finally, she grabbed her purse and headed out. Once she made it on the plane, she relaxed a bit. However, halfway into the flight, a flight attendant brought her a note that simply read, "I think you're lovely". She had lost it at that point, sure a maniacal stalker was following her. 

At her conference, she sat through presentation after presentation, counting the hours until she could escape to her room and lose herself in a soothing bubble bath. Occasionally, she would glance sideways at the attractive man next to her. He never seemed to notice she was there, and she was far from a flirt. At the end of the day, she gathered her briefcase to head up to her room. She stepped into the elevator with ten other strangers, and found herself squeezed against the side of the car. While riding upwards, she began to absently think about what she wanted for dinner when she distinctly felt a hand pressed against her ass. She jerked slightly, determined to turn around, but the elevator was too crowded. That hand began stroking, pressing, massaging her ass, and to her surprise, she found herself aroused. She was getting gratification out of an anonymous action in an elevator full of strangers. Subconsciously, she closed her eyes and pressed against that hand when it became still, willing it to continue. Before she knew it, the elevator stopped and a handful of people exited. She began to move when the hand grabbed her wrist, out of plain sight, and squeezed it hard. As the remaining occupants moved forward closer to the doors, she heard a whisper in her ear, "Do not turn around". 

With each additional floor, the elevator gradually emptied until only she and the man behind her were left. She looked up. Five more floors to go. As the elevator began to move again, the hand began to caress her hair. She whimpered. Another hand grazed her breast, circled her waist, and pulled her against him. A whisper, "if you want me to stop, tell me now."

She couldn't believe her ears when she heard a voice that sounded strangely like her own say, "Please don't".

When the elevator opened on her floor, a hand on her back urged her forward. She dared not turn around. She walked to her room, put her key into the door, and heard him say, "would you like me to leave? If I stay, I will want you to let me touch you."

Her mind began racing. She had never done anything in her life that even compared to reckless. She had always been the good girl, good student, practical, sensible. She didn't even know what he looked like, but his touch gave her goosebumps. She had to find out.

"Please come inside," she told him in a desperate plea.

He followed her in. He guided her to the sofa, and sat across from her on an ottoman. She gasped as she took in his handsome features. As soon as she saw his red tie, she immediately knew it was the gentleman from her table at the conference. He smiled warmly at her. "Please don't think I'm crazy," he said, "but I can't help myself." He winked at her. "I think you're lovely."

"That was YOU?!" she shrieked.

"You're gorgeous. From the moment I saw you in the airport lounge, saw your curvaceous body and your beautiful face, I hoped we would share a common destination."

That night flew by. He ordered up room service and they ate together, sharing their backgrounds, enjoying a wonderful conversation. She loved everything about him and felt instantly safe with him, although they had just met. That night, and the next, he somehow convinced her to let him stay with her. He slept with her in his arms, falling asleep long after she did, spending countless time admiring her gentle features. His manner with her gave her a feeling of completeness and being appreciated that she had never experienced. After they parted, she did not hear from him for three months. He called upon her to meet him in Chicago and she flew there without a second thought. He forced her to submit to him that weekend and she received countless hours of pleasure from it. He had never had a woman so pure in her desire to please. She had never experienced a chemistry so fiery, so potent. He told her he could promise her nothing in terms of a relationship, but she didn't care. She was hooked. She met him for a weekend every few months. Soon, the mere sound of his voice on the phone would have ready to pack her bags. She knew he loved her in a way more unique and special than a typical relationship, and her total submission to him was more love than she had ever been able to feel or share. In short, being his whore...HIS whore...was her world. What he did outside of their trysts she knew little of, but did not care.

Those memories made her smile as she lay in bed. But his voice awakened her immediately.

"Are you awake, my sweet?"

She sat up in the bed and turned to him. "Yes, sir."

"Did you enjoy my gift for you last night? Did serving Mark in my presence thrill you?"

"Yes, sir. It made me feel...." she trailed off.

"Did it make you feel like a cheap slut? Because that's what you are."

She blushed. "Yes, sir."

"I have waited patiently these last days while you have whorishly serviced other men. You will make that up to me now."

"Yes, sir. Whatever you wish."

"Go take a shower and wash your filthy body. I have no use for you as you are." He turned and left.

She got in the shower and scrubbed her body, washed her hair, and enjoyed the hot, steaming water. Turning it off, she stepped out and toweled herself dry. She put on her robe and padded out into the living room, where he sat. As she came around the corner, she could hear heavy breathing, guttural sounds, and moaning. She stopped in her tracks and he turned to her and smiled.

"Yes, my dear. You are just in time to see your encore performance. Come and sit here at my feet."

She complied with his instruction and turned to the screen. She jerked with the realization that what she was watching now was her mouth, filled with Mark's cock...her eyes, watering but gleaming....her face, being fucked. She then looked to the floor, shamefully aware of her body and her actions.

"What's wrong, my pet? Do you feel used watching this? Do you feel exploited?"

She didn't answer. Her eyes welled up as she realized what she had become. Nothing more than a sex-hungry, cock-starved whore. She had no idea her performance had been captured for posterity.

Brandon reached down suddenly, grabbing a handful of her hair and violently forcing her face closer to the screen.

"Go on, watch it! Don't act as though it bothers you! You're a worthless cock swallowing bitch! Watch your handiwork!"

She squirmed, trying to turn her head away from the sight. She felt wretched. But Brandon held her head in place. She closed her eyes. This only angered him further. Brandon yanked her hair, pulling her to her feet in front of him. He whirled her around and forced the robe off of her body. She looked at him, his blue eyes blazing. She feared him at that moment. 

"Why are you wearing this robe? Why are you wearing clothing at all? Don't you remember? You shamelessly sucked a stranger's cock, paraded your naked body in front of a hotel employee, and fucked my best friend. Don't act as though you feel you need to cover up!" he hissed at her. 

He turned her around and forced her to her knees inches away from the TV. 

"I want you to watch every second of what you've done", he said sternly. "And if you close your eyes, you will be severely punished."

She watched for several minutes as she showed Mark his cum in her mouth and as he spanked her with his belt. She shut her eyes tight, feeling perverted for enjoying being spanked so much. As if on cue with her thoughts, she felt the first slap of Brandon's hand on her ass. He showered her with smacks of his hand on both of her cheeks, bringing back the dull ache from their torture only the day prior. It stopped abruptly. She felt Brandon stand, and heard his clothes falling to the floor. She sneaked a peek at the screen. Mark was now pinching her nipples. She knew what happened next. She remembered it vividly. He plowed into her with force she had never felt. As she saw Mark's cock enter her pussy, she felt Brandon entering her with the same force. She screamed. He clamped his hand over her mouth and leaned down next to her.

"Don't you dare make a sound. You don't deserve to enjoy this, you worthless cunt. I'm going to fuck you and use you only to please myself. Shut your fucking mouth and watch your handiwork."

He drove into her again and again. Inside, she struggled not to react. She could feel her pussy juices flowing freely. The pain, the abuse, and the feeling of being filled made her swoon. Without warning, he stopped and withdrew his cock. She whimpered as she saw herself licking her own cum from Mark's cock. 

Brandon grabbed her again and forced her roughly onto her back. 

"I want you to look into my eyes as I fuck you and fill you with my cum," he told her. "I want you to see that I have complete control over you and that your body is mine. I want you to see that I own you."

She felt her lip quiver. He filled her again and her hips bucked involuntarily. He braced his feet on the couch and used the added leverage to pound her mercilessly. Her pussy gripped his cock, feeling every inch of him inside her. Her body tired, she subconsciously began to close her eyes again and felt him slap her tits. The sting made her eyes water. The next thing she felt was his hand around her throat. His fingers gripped her neck tightly, almost choking her. He looked menacingly at her and spewed obscenities at her.

"You fucking cunt, did you like sucking two cocks in one day? I knew the first moment I met you that behind that demure persona was a sorry, sleazy prostitute dying to get out. You'd open your legs for anyone I told you, wouldn't you? You're so cock-hungry you'd suck anything for free. You're lucky I found you, there's no telling where you would've ended up if someone else had uncovered your dark side, huh? You enjoy giving out your sloppy wet pussy. Only a whore would do the things you do. You're one sick bitch, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?"

His hand got even tighter on her neck. He had never gotten this rough with her before. She was scared, not knowing what had gotten into him. On the other hand, she knew she had deserved it. She had dropped to a whole new low, shamelessly acting as she had.

"You know what I'm going to do to you? I'm going to let all my friends fuck you, how about that? You'd love that, wouldn't you? You would get off on having your pussy filled with different cocks and sucking them off. You like being used as a piece of ass and nothing more, right? Answer me you nasty cunt."

She couldn't deny it. His eyes saw through her. They saw what she was. "Yes, I would like it," she whispered.

"Louder," he told her.

"Yes, I would like it," she repeated, louder this time.

"Yes, what??" he taunted her. His other hand found her nipple and he twisted it cruelly.

"Yes sir" she said.

"Do you want me to cum inside your pussy?" he asked her. "Do you want me to cum inside your pussy while you think of all my friends fucking you? Do you want to imagine them all around you, taking turns on you, servicing them all while the others watch? You get off on being watched, don't you bitch?"

"Yes sir, I do, that's one of my darkest fantasies," she admitted.

"I knew it. You are absolutely filthy," he spat at her.

He grunted, getting ready to cum. He leered in her face. "Don't you DARE cum."

With a massive moan, he pulled his cock out of her, spewing his cum on her tits and stomach. As he squeezed the last bit of his juice out, he stood shakily. He smirked as he saw the slight bruising around her neck and chuckled as he saw her disheveled body lying there in exhaustion and disappointment. With a smug look on his face, he said to her, "you've been so nasty, I won't let you have the satisfaction of my cum inside you. Go clean yourself up, you make me sick."

She shamefully got to her feet, cum-covered, devastated. She turned to go.

"And don't you dare masturbate or I will withhold all pleasure from you for the rest of the weekend."

She went and cleaned up for the second time that day. Despite his violence and his temper, she was more turned on by this new side of him than ever. After restoring herself to normal, she went to the kitchen area and poured herself a glass of wine and made herself comfortable on the couch. Brandon came back into the room shortly thereafter with food from the lobby restaurant. He sat down on the couch opposite her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, not knowing what to do. He watched her as well for what seemed like an eternity.

He opened his arms. "Come here, my love," he said gently to her. With a smile and sigh of relief, she folded herself into his arms as he caressed her and showered her with kisses. "I care very deeply for you, my pet, and you have brought me great satisfaction as always."

She blushed. "Thank you sir. I'm so glad you are pleased."

"You've obeyed me quite well and I think it's time you had a reward," he told her. "But let's eat up first."

After dinner, he led her into the bedroom and showered her pussy with attention for hours, licking, sucking, and fingering it until she came over and over. As they fell asleep, she couldn't get the anticipation of what could possibly be next from her mind.

(Thanks for all the feedback. If this quenches your thirst, there will be more to follow.)