12 comments/ 34699 views/ 8 favorites The Friday Affair By: Redkate Rachel stared at Liam. She couldn't help it. He wasn't necessarily your typically attractive man, but he had... Something. She inspected his features closely, as she did nearly every week, to try and work out the attraction. At 48 he was nearly 20 years her senior but he held his age well. He had few lines in his skin obviously not damaged by too much sun, drinking or cigarettes. His brown, reddish hair was speckled with grey and cut very short. He wore a beard, which he also kept trimmed short. His eyes were a deep dark brown. He had a maturity and confidence in the way he spoke and held himself. Today he wore his usual Friday afternoon uniform, dark slacks and a light blue collared shirt with three buttons open revealing a hint of hair on his chest. His body appeared strong and solid, not too slim but not overweight. "Unlike myself!" Rachel thought, tearing her eyes away from Liam and back to her customer. "$87.50 please. Do you have a member's card?" Later, after her shift, Rachel was up in the locker/ lunch room getting her stuff ready to go home. From her boring job to her boring husband. She sighed as she thought about going home. She cared for her husband but didn't feel love for him. He was a good guy, but young and irresponsible. Rachel wanted a man, one who would take care of her, look after her and one whom she could please in return. Rachel went to the bathroom to change out of her uniform. She looked at the clothes she had brought with her and felt silly. Just as she did every Friday, she had packed her sexiest, yet still casual clothes. Sometimes she even went shopping and bought new clothes for Fridays in the hope Liam would do more than his usual friendly chat on her way past his office. Sighing again (she seemed to do a lot of that lately) Rachel started dressing. She put on her tight well cut jeans, which gave her ass a nice roundness and slimmed her down a bit making her look slightly smaller and taller. She adjusted her black lace bra and put on her tight black, v neck top, showing off what she thought was her best assets, her breasts. They were large and even after having children still round, firm with pretty pink nipples. After checking her make-up in the mirror, brushing her long dark wavy chestnut hair Rachel went to leave work for the day. Rachel worked part time at the office supplies chain working Fridays and weekends when she was in charge of the front end and the cash office. Liam, the store manager worked only week days, making Fridays the only day she saw him. Taking a deep breath she popped her head into the door of Liam's office. "I'm off now. See you next week." Distracted by his work, Liam hardly looked up as he said "Yeah uh, bye." An even worse response then last week! Rachel thought disappointed. But Liam's head suddenly snapped up, "Oh Rachel it's you! Don't go". Rachel was taken aback and didn't know what to say. "Uh, what?" was all she could manage. Liam laughed. "Oh sorry, that sounded strange. I mean I need you." Rachel blushed and tried to say something and Liam laughed again. "That sounded stranger didn't it? I mean Lindy had to run home sick so I need someone to man the cash office for a couple of hours and close up with me." Rachel couldn't believe it! In the 10 months since Liam started at the store she had never had the chance to be alone with him. The one weekend he had worked to cover another manager who was sick, she was on holidays! "Oh sure, I'll just call my husband and let him know I'll be late and I'll change back into my uniform." "Ok do what you need to do, but don't worry about getting changed. It's only a couple of hours and you'll be in the office most of the time. Besides you look really good in that outfit". Blushing again Rachel said "Er, thanks. I'll get back to it" and she practically ran away. In the cash office she began going over the tills and totals for the day balancing each one before the last couple would come in after closing. It was easy, mundane work. Rachel was smart, probably too smart for the job, but she sacrificed a career for a family. As she worked her mind kept drifting to her earlier conversation with Liam and how she wished wasn't too shy to say the things she wanted to or to flirt with him. She imagined walking into his office, closing the door behind her, walking straight up to him and kneeling before him. In her fantasy he would swing his chair around to face her. She would be bold enough to reach up to his pants and unzip them. She would pull his cock out and start to pull it gently and carefully until it was hard. She imagined Liam saying "Rachel, I didn't realise what a slut you were. Suck my cock for me, slut." and she would. She would open her mouth and put his cock in deep. Her mouth would be open wide, teeth not touching and her lips clamped nicely around his shaft. She would move her tongue up and down his cock in time with her lips. She would hear him moan and the thought of him enjoying her pleasing him excited her to no end. The fantasy had such an effect on her that Rachel didn't realise that she had a hand between her thighs and her legs were open wide. "Should I?" she thought aloud. She knew there were no cameras in the office. She checked the clock and she had about 30 minutes until closing time. "Fuck it" she said and undid her pants. Liam considered his position. He knew it was risky but he thought it was worth it. Liam was married and unsatisfied. His wife was very vanilla and his tastes were a little more intense. He wanted a slut. A horny slut who would submit to him and let him use and abuse her. He had had a few women who thought they could give him what he wanted to give them, but it never worked out. Some were too demanding, wanting him to leave his wife. Some were just boring, not getting into it and not being slutty enough. He even tried paying for it, but he wanted a woman who wanted it. He thought he had finally found one. By tonight he had hoped he would know for sure. The thought of Rachel made him hard instantly. She was so attractive to him. She seemed so shy and innocent but he could tell she only needed a push to turn her into a slut. He saw the way she dressed up for him and fixed her make up. He knew it was for him. Through discreet inquiries he found out that on the weekends she wore her uniform home. Liam shifted in his seat, his cock pressing uncomfortably against his pants. She turned him on so much with her innocence, her beauty and her youth. She was much younger than him at 29. Her face was pretty and fresh, her skin was fair with just a sprinkle of freckles on her nose making her look even more youthful. He loved the way her cheeks were pink and flushed around him and he enjoyed saying things to watch the blush grow on her cheeks. He loved her body too. She was a larger girl, curvy and nicely plump. She had a round ass, big hips and a small waist. Her tits were large and round, still sitting high on her chest. He wondered what her nipples would feel like in his teeth. He knew he had to have her and he didn't think he'd get a better opportunity to seduce Rachel. He tried to get back to work for the last few hours. He kept checking his clock at the bottom of his computer screen. One by one the staff left until he went to the front to close the last register. His excitement was mounting. He knew he was hard and hoped that the last few staff members didn't notice as he locked the door behind them. He took the tills with him to the cash office and pulled out his key, opening the door. Before he opened the door he wondered if she had noticed that he had put the clock back 30 minutes. What he found when he opened the door truly surprised him. He had hoped just to make her jump and be on edge by changing the clock but instead he found he on the edge of her chair, her pants lowered to just above her knees exposing her ample, milky white thighs. He noticed her face was flushed again, even a few drops of sweat forming on her forehead. He watched as her chest rose and fell as she breathed. But most of all he saw her hand between her legs. It was all he could do to not drop the till. Rachel jumped up trying to pull her pants up "I'm so sorry" she said. "I didn't think you be here for a while. I've never done this before I swear. I..." Regaining his composure quickly he said to her firmly "sit back down." Rachel kept pulling her pants up. "Leave them where they are." He watched as Rachel's eyes widened but she did what she was told. He put the till down and stood in front of her. "What were you doing?" he asked. "Nothing! I..." "Don't lie to me slut!" It was a risk to call her that. But her reaction would quickly tell him what she was prepared to do. She looked up at him; her sea green eyes were wide and large as she spoke to him. "I was... Uh... Touching myself." Oh my god, Liam thought, she does want it. "Good girl. Where?" "My pussy." "Show me." Liam took a step back and motioned her to continue. "Show me how a horny slut like you fucks herself." Rachel was frozen in place. She so badly wanted to be slutty for Liam but she was scared. So many what ifs ran through her mind. What if he doesn't like what he sees, what if he is put off by the noises she makes... Just do it, she thought. She looked up at Liam and for the first time noticed that his cock was hard. Maybe he does want me, she thought. She felt a tingle if excitement. She looked into his brown eyes staring expectantly at her and moved her hand down between her legs to her smooth warm pussy. Liam smiled a wide smile showing his straight and white teeth. Not Hollywood white which she thought looked so fake and awful, but real white like he took pride in his appearance "Good slut." He said and Rachel smiled back. She put her two middle fingers inside her pussy to wet them again and started to rub her clit with them. She liked the way her pussy looked and felt. Her outer lips were bigger than her inner lips and sometimes hid her hole from view. Her clit was smallish and her flesh was pink and bright. She liked the way it was like a package all neatly contained. She moaned instantly, she had been close to orgasm when Liam came in so it didn't take much for her to feel close again. Her moans grew louder as she watched Liam start to rub his cock through his pants. She wet her lips hungrily. "You want this cock?" he said. Rachel nodded. "Yes please," and she did. Badly. She wanted to please him, to do whatever he asked of her. Liam pulled his cock out of his pants. "Then suck it, don't stop playing with your cunt," he said as he pushed himself into her mouth. His cock wasn't too big, but still larger than she had expected, with a good girth and pointing straight up. He was cut and his skin looked clean, smooth and inviting. He had neatly trimmed his hair around his cock making it look even more erect and large. As in her fantasy she started to suck him in the way she hoped he would like. Liam played with her long hair as she did, stroking it. "Hmmm, you're good at that, I knew you were a dirty whore. Only whores can suck cock like that. Are you going to be my whore baby?" Rachel nodded enthusiastically, not stopping her fingers or her head moving for a second. Liam tightened his grip on her hair forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. My god! She thought as she gagged on his cock. She was suddenly afraid of him. She looked up at him and saw the look in his eyes. There was an intensity she had never seen before. She didn't think she could breath. He seemed to sense this and relaxed his grip and let her recover for a moment. Just a moment though and he pushed her head towards him again. A strange thing was happening to her. Her fear seemed to be turning her on more and she felt a familiar warmness start to overtake her body and realised she was about to cum. She tried to cry out but the cock in her mouth stifled it. Her hips jerked as the spasms started and her clit was quickly too sensitive to touch. "Did you cum my pet?" Liam asked withdrawing his cock so Rachel could speak. She worked her jaw up and down a moment and quickly sucked in as much breath as she could before answering, "Yes, yes I did. Thank you." She didn't know why she said that but it felt right. Liam looked at her surprised. Again this girl surprised him with her sluttiness and eagerness to please. She thanked him and he hadn't even asked her to. He loved watching her bee-stung lips move up and down his cock. He could see bits of her dusky pink lipstick on his shaft. I wonder what else she will do he thought. He looked down at her smooth pussy glistening with her cum. It looked so cute and inviting, her little clit engorged and standing out. How he wanted to pound that pussy, to hurt it, to make it cum again with his cock. He ran his eyes up and down her body. "You're wearing too many clothes slut. Take them off." Rachel stood up slowly. Oh she's still shy, Liam thought, but she's doing it. She kicked off her shoes then bent over to take her jeans off. She did it slowly and watched his reaction as she did. Liam showed her he was pleased by rubbing his cock, keeping it hard. As she stepped out of her jeans she stood up and in one quick motion pulled her shirt up and over her head. She wore a black lacy bra which held her tits nicely. Her tummy hung slightly, but not too much, her hips were very generous. She put her hands behind her back, unclipping her bra. She hooked her thumbs under her bra strap and pulled her bra off. Her tits were gorgeous, round and big with pink hard nipples. He resisted the urge to bite Rachel's nipples and took a walk around to have a look at her ass. It was just as he liked it, round and big. Liam smacked her ass to watch it wobble and move. Rachel jumped but didn't protest. His hand instantly left a red hand print on her very fair skin. He stepped in close behind her, his cock resting against her ass. He placed his hands on her hips and started to feel her body. Liam moved his hands up Rachel's hips, to her waist and up to her tits. Her skin felt soft and warm. He cupped her tits feeling the weight of each one and enjoying how they felt so full and heavy. He gently caressed her nipples, they were hard and he didn't try to fight the urge to pinch them. Rachel moaned as he applied more pressure to her nipples and she pressed herself into him. Her body rocked from side to side, her ass rubbing against his cock. He let one nipple go and used his free hand to push aside her hair from her neck. He placed a few kisses on her neck and caught a whiff of vanilla from her perfume. A perfect scent for her, he thought, youthful and inviting, it made his mouth water as he inhaled deeply. He bit her neck, gently at first, and then began working his teeth deeper into her flesh. More moans came from Rachel and one of her hands came up to pinch her free nipple. He placed her other hand onto her other nipple and moved his hands down to her pussy. He pushed his knee between her legs. "Open up slut," He said and she quickly did. Liam pushed Rachel over until she was bent over the work bench. He looked at her ass again, seeing her pink tight hole and her pussy, still shiny from her cum, peeking out from between her wide open thick legs. He grabbed her thick and silky hair pulling her face up and to the side so he could look into her big eyes again. Her dark mascara was starting to run making dark circles around her eyes. She looked so innocent with her wide big eyes and flushed skin. How he wanted to do mess up that pretty face, to own it and see his mark on her. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her pussy feeling the heat and wetness. "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Oh yes please." she said. "You want a man who is not your husband to fuck you?" "Yes." Liam smiled, "Then what does that make you?" "It makes me a slut". And with that answer Liam pushed his whole cock deep inside her. Her pussy was tight on his cock, he could feel the walls of her holding him tight as he thrust into her. Rachel cried out in surprise. "Yes it does make you a dirty filthy slut doesn't it?" Liam continued to fuck her cunt getting harder and harder with each thrust. "Oh god yes," Rachel panted. "Please, harder, please fuck me harder!" Her begging turned Liam on even more, unsure if he could hold on much more before needing to cum. It had been a few days since Liam had come so he thought he would be able to go again. So he let himself start to orgasm. He felt the semen rise up from his balls and up his shaft and just as he was about to explode he pulled Rachel's head right up to his cock. He watched as his whore opened her mouth, pink tongue out ready to catch his load. He came on her tongue and face, squirt after squirt going all over her pretty young face. When he had stopped his whore swallowed up what was in her mouth and smiled at him. He loved seeing his load on her face, it was like the sick pleasure one would have destroying a priceless painting. He found he wanted to destroy it even more. Liam smiled back and started to clean his cum off her face, chest and even a small bit on the bench. He fed each bit to his whore, greedily she sucked every drop he gave her. "That's it whore, eat up all my cum. Taste good whore?" Rachel hungrily sucked Liam's fingers. She was surprised at how much she wanted to clean up every bit, not waste a drop. "It tastes so good," she replied to Liam's question. He let her head go and she stood up and started to wander over to her pile of clothes. She had enjoyed the sex with Liam a lot, but she tried not to hide her disappointment that it was over. Liam's hand suddenly grasped her wrist and pulled her in close to him. She closed her eyes expecting a kiss. Instead he slapped her cheek. It stung immediately and her free hand went up to feel the damage. Her tongue felt the inside of her cheek and found that it had started to bleed slightly. Rachel tried to take a step back from Liam, afraid of him again. He held her arm firm. She tried to pull away but he was too strong. "What did you do that for?" she asked still struggling. He raised his hand again, Rachel covered her face but this time the slap went across her breasts. Her eyes widened and she really started to struggle trying to get away from him. Liam did not let go. He grabbed her other wrist and pushed her back against the wall. He held both her wrists above her head with one of his hands, leaned his body weight against her, effectively pinning her to the wall. She wanted to scream but as she went to Liam forced three fingers down her throat stifling any attempt to cry out. "Here I was thinking you were such a good whore. I thought you'd need no training to satisfy me properly, but already you disappoint." Liam must have seen the confusion on Rachel's face because he continued. "A good whore will be appreciative. Will say thank you when showered with cum and will express that thanks straight away. Are you a good whore?" Rachel nodded. She found she did want to please this man and, understanding her transgression, accepted that she deserved the punishment she was receiving. Liam kissed her cheek where he had slapped her. "Good whore, now show your appreciation." Liam withdrew his fingers from her throat. "Thank you for cumming on me and allowing me to taste you." He smiled and for the first time kissed Rachel's lips. The kiss was amazing, lips firm and hard and his tongue soft, finding hers and playing with it. She kissed him back, with a passion she hadn't felt in years. She wrapped a leg around his hip trying to pull him in closer to her. She found that he must have enjoyed it too because his cock seemed to be getting harder again. "Get down on the floor, on your back." Liam instructed and let her arms go. The Friday Affair Ch. 02 Rachel was in a state as she showered for work. It was a week since she had been with Liam. She was excited but scared knowing she would see him at work that day. Her bruises from her last encounter were fading. She missed seeing the purple marks on her ass. As they faded to brown and eventually away, the memory of her time with Liam seemed to fade too. It was like a dream, a memory that she couldn't be sure was real or imaginary. How she could forget the pleasure, the abuse and the love, she didn't know. Her husband had noticed only one of her marks. She had been cooking dinner on Saturday night and had her deep reddish brown hair up in the hot kitchen. Her husband was at the breakfast bar setting the table and asked, "What happened to your neck?" Rachel didn't even know what he was talking about at first. "What do you mean?" "There's some marks on your neck, like a rash or something." The memories flooded back, Liam's kisses, gentle at first but then gnawing at her neck, like a hungry animal. "It must be the heat. You know I don't handle it well." He seemed happy with that answer. She hated lying to him. For all his faults Chris was a good man. Their passion had waned as was normal after children and she knew there was fault on both sides. Life seemed to take over and it seemed like what had drew Rachel to Chris in the first place was what had turned her off him. In their seven years together she felt as though Chris had not grown up and fully accepted his role as a father. He loved their children but was irresponsible, giving into their whims. He placed all the 'grown up' responsibilities on her. She managed the children, the finances and major decisions of the family. Rachel had felt like she was on heat all week and that morning was no exception. For the first time in many years she had went online and masturbated to porn. On Wednesday night she had waited until her husband and children were in bed then snuck into the study. She didn't know where to start looking. Everyone said how easy it was to find porn on the internet, but its not easy when you have no idea where to start. Rachel took a gamble and looked up the history. She smiled as she saw two days ago a free porn site had been visited. She knew her husband watched porn. It had never bothered her. At the start of their relationship, before children came along, they would watch it frequently, either fucking to it or masturbating each other to it. That time was long over now. She searched the site for what seemed like ages before she found a video that suited her. The woman was beautiful, not a plastic Barbie doll type like many of the videos she had abandoned. She had short dark hair, small natural breast and very shapely womanly hips and thighs. The man with her was tall and slim but had a commanding presence. She fast forwarded the set up until she saw the man remove his coat and tie. The man moved behind the woman, roughly putting his tie around her neck, pulling it tight. He bent her over the desk pulled her skirt up and ripped her tiny yellow g-string off. Rachel pushed her pajama pants down over her creamy thick thighs to her knees and rubbed her little clit. She watched, extremely aroused and imagined herself in the actresses position. She rubbed and rubbed, in little circular movements, over her clit. Her moans were growing louder and louder. She bit her hand to muffle the noises. As the actor penetrated the actresses asshole Rachel remembered the hurt and intense pleasure she had felt when Liam took her ass. Warmth flooded Rachel's pussy she felt the wetness of her juices on her fingers as she came. Never in her life had the thought of someone fucking her ass made her cum. But then never in her life had anyone made it feel the way Liam did. How could an act she had always thought was preferred by men purely because they liked the idea of doing something taboo, end up being so much a part of her new found sexual preferences? She knew it was because what she had with Liam was special. He had awakened in her something dormant. Something she had always craved but could never really put her finger on. She was fearful of her newfound lust, unsure where it would lead her. As Rachel showered she felt her wetness starting to grow. She lathered her body with a gentle soap and enjoyed the feeling of the sponge on her body. As she cleaned between her thighs she shivered as the texture tickled her sensitive area. She took down the massaging shower head and moved the pelting hot water over her body washing the soap away. She pulled apart the folds of her skin and let the water hit her clit. She leaned her back against the cold tiles and let intense rhythm of the water wash over her sex. After she had finished her shower and calmed down she started to dress for work. Liam had sent instructions for her appearance at work in a text message. He had been very clear, "You will wear a skirt to work tomorrow, black thigh high stay up stockings, black heels and no underwear. You will wear lightly coloured eye shadow, black eye liner, mascara, lip gloss and blush. You will straighten your hair and wear it out." She was unsure about the stockings as she had none. It had been Thursday late night shopping so she went to a million stores before she found any in her size. As she had put them on she worried about her thighs rubbing together as she walked. She got up early and did her hair, she rarely straightened it, but had a ceramic hair straightener which made it easier. She did her make up and thought she looked nice. A little too dressed up for work probably. Liam had chosen well. Rachel got out of her late model Toyota family car and headed into work. Liam was at the front end registers with Lindy when she walked in. "Morning Rachel." He said, "You look nice. Something special going on today?" Rachel felt her cheeks burn. A smiled spread across Liam's face. You bastard, Rachel thought. He wanted to see her uncomfortable, remind her he was in control and it was for him that she looked the way she did. Lindy looked away from the customer she was serving, "Hot date tonight, darl?" Lindy was an older women. At fifty she was only two years older than Liam, but she seemed more than that with her short, large, motherly figure. Rachel tried to laugh it off. "I just felt like looking pretty today." Cheekily she did a pirouette, "Do you approve?" She asked more for Liam's benefit than Lindy's. Lindy was the one who replied though, "Of course I do!" Liam smiled, lips wide, teeth almost barred. He looked almost like a bear with his greying, dark reddish hair and beard. Rachel felt a surge of electricity through her body. She knew that look. It was the look he had given her when he hit her the first time. She shuddered and went to her locker. Liam ignored her all morning. He hardly came out of his office unless called to do so. He was normally more hands on, helping out staff on the floor until the younger staff came on in the afternoon. When it was time for her lunch Rachel went to the break room and started to eat her sandwich. She chatted as she ate with a couple of other staff members. The team got along pretty well and most people enjoyed the banter in the lunch room. She was less than half way through her lunch when Liam poked his head in the door. "Rachel can I see you in the office?" His tone was business like and formal. "Oooooh, trouble!" Some of her team members said. She thought they were right, but probably not in the way they thought. Liam sat in the office chair behind his desk. Rachel walked in looking timid. He was happy with the way she looked. Her deep chestnut hair framed her round face so prettily. He loved how she looked so fresh and young. She looked younger than twenty-nine. Rachel went to sit on a chair opposite the desk. "Before you sit down put this sign on the door and shut it." Liam handed over a 'Training in Progress: Do not disturb' sign. He chuckled, amused at how appropriate the legitimate sign was. When Rachel had done as instructed he motioned to her to come closer. He pulled her into his lap by her small waist and enjoyed her weight on his legs. He put one arm around her gently and with the other cupped her chin so he could kiss her. His kiss was firm, but loving. He massaged her tongue with his and she kissed him back passionately. He felt her eagerness, she submitted her mouth to him, she never pulled away or closed her mouth to him. Her arms moved around his neck and she held him close pressing her plump body into his. He pulled away before they both got carried away. "Now, my delicious whore, we need to discuss what happened last week. You pleased me very much, but I need to know what you thought and how you would like us to proceed. I want very much to continue our affair. But you must know certain things before we can go on." Liam paused, letting this sink in, before he continued. "I want us both to enjoy what we are doing. You must know that I will be the one in charge. I am a dominant man, I do not like being submissive in anyway. Whatever we do will be what I want. You can request things and I'll consider it, but it will be up to me if we do it or not. Understood?" "Yes Liam" "Good girl." Liam went on. "Did you enjoy what we did last week?" "Yes I did," Rachel's eyes were lowered. "All of it." "Good. I did as well. You are very good at satisfying me. And of course, you are gorgeous, big and beautiful as they say." Rachel flushed. Liam felt his erection growing in his pants. He loved her when she was nervous or embarrassed, it made her face glow in a sexy, innocent way, making her look almost childlike and virginal. The fact that he knew intimately she was neither child nor virgin excited him. He hugged her tightly, and laughed. "Oh Rachel, don't be embarrassed. You're beautiful, sexy and most importantly of all a willing submissive slut. I love that about you. You must know that that's why I want to have you so much, to own you." "I don't know that... But that's sweet, thank you." Liam leaned in again kissing her, gently and loving. He wanted to show Rachel he cared for her. How could he not? She was everything he had been looking for. She filled a sexual void in him that he had thought he would never be able to fill. He loved her for that. He pulled away from her. He almost laughed when he saw the pout on her full shiny lips. "You trust me don't you?" Rachel nodded, "I do." "You know that I will never hurt you badly or more than I think you can handle. I will never permanently scar you. I have done things like this before and I will take things slowly, until you are able to do all the things I want from you. You will be trained by me to fulfill my sexual needs. Although I want you for my pleasure, your pleasure is important to me. I want a woman who enjoys the treatment she gets." "I know." She seemed sure of it as she said it. Liam gave her another squeeze. "Sit on the desk, I want to see that delicious cunt of yours." Rachel moved and sat her ass on the edge of the desk. Liam lifted each of her legs into the arm rests on his chair and pulled her skirt right up high. His cock hardened as he saw she had followed his instructions. Her smoothly shaved pussy, wet with excitement seemed to be calling to him from between her stockinged thighs. He knew without a doubt that, in that moment, she wanted him, needed him and his dominance. He ran his hands over her silky legs. "Rub your cunt for me slut!" Rachel's hand moved to her pussy. He watched her womanly body writhe under the pleasure. Her eyes closed and her head was thrown back exposing her throat. He moved his hand up to the buttons on her blue shirt uniform. He gripped it tightly and ripped it apart, buttons flying. Rachel protested but Liam covered her mouth and stood up to growl into her ear. "You said you were mine to do with as you please. Are you my whore?" Rachel nodded. "Good girl. Keep going." He didn't remove his hand from her mouth as he caressed his other hand over the curves of her chest. He roughly pulled on her bra revealing her full breasts, nipples hard with her lust. He put his mouth to her nipple sucking them into his mouth then biting down hard. He could hear Rachel's moans through her covered mouth. He kept going biting and pulling on her pink nipples. He pulled once more letting her nipple slip out of his mouth. Liam moved lower, sat back in his chair and watched Rachel's fingers as they moved in quick circles over her clit. As he watched he could smell her excitement and he felt an urge to eat her. He pushed her hand aside and shoved his face into the folds of her pussy. He tasted her and drank up her scent. He let his tongue flick over her clit and loved how hard it was against his tongue. He enjoyed Rachel's moans as he continued to lick her. Soon her hips started to move against him as if willing him to give her more. He gave her what she wanted and slipped two fingers into her welcoming hole. He finger fucked her tight pussy as heard her moans growing louder and louder. "Be quite bitch! If someone hears you cumming, you'll regret it!" Liam leaned back in and continued eating her sweet cunt. He still heard her moans but softer now and he rewarded her with a third finger. Soon he felt her hips buckle and he felt a surge of juices against his face. He gave her a final lick as she shuddered. She looked beautiful in her post orgasm state. He loved making her cum, hearing and feeling her enjoyment under his instruction or touch. Her face shined as she looked at him, green eyes lit up with excitement. She lent down and drew him into a kiss, sucking his lips and tongue, licking his beard, tasting her sweet cum. Rachel licked Liam's face clean of her juices, the taste of her cum exciting her again, as if she hadn't just orgasmed. "Thank you for making me cum." Rachel said. "You're welcome my whore." Liam lent back in his chair. "Now it's my turn." Liam pulled Rachel's still weak body onto the floor between his legs. She thought back to the fantasy she had had the day Liam had taken her the first time. This time she was bold enough and she opened Liam's pants, helped him pull them down and she took him into her mouth. Liam's cock was already very hard in Rachel's mouth. No doubt that he had enjoyed what happened earlier. She knew she had to pleasure him the way he had allowed her to feel pleasure. She opened her mouth and let him into herself. She knew he enjoyed it when his cock was in her throat so she tried to open her throat and relax her muscles. But every time she did she felt her tummy lurch and she heard the sounds of her gag reflex. Frustrated she stopped trying and went back to her usual way, knowing he liked that too. Without warning she felt a force on the back of her head and pushed her deep onto Liam's cock again. Her throat and stomach spasmed, threatening to release. Relax! she screamed silently. As if reading her mind Liam's voice came to reassure her. "Relax your throat, let me in. We will get rid of that gag reflex. Not that I don't enjoy those delicious sounds you make." Rachel thought she was going to lose her lunch this time. She struggled and fought him trying to lift her head up. She could feel her back teeth against the head of his cock. She tried to open wider but her tongue kept blocking the way to her throat. Tears were coming from her eyes as she struggled to breath. "Be a good girl. Keep going you can do it. I'm close to giving you my cum my baby, my whore." Rachel closed her eyes, determined now. She had promised this man he would get what he wanted. She knew this feeling of being on edge excited her. The evidence of that was dribbling down her thighs. When she felt his cum in her mouth she sighed with excitement and relief. She had never left so owned by another person in her life. She had hated and loved every second of it. She only wanted more. When Liam let go of her head she sucked in breath deeply. Her face was flushed. She even let out a laugh as she jumped up to kiss him. "Thank you!" She cried, showering his face with kisses. Liam laughed too. He couldn't help it with her youthful display of joy. He pulled her into his lap again and held her tight. He wanted to crush her into him, keep her close and never let her go. "You did very well. I love that you enjoy submitting to me, you are a very very good whore." Liam stroked her hair as he held her head to his chest. Gently this time. His animal urges were gone now and his affection towards Rachel grew and grew. "And very special to me," he added. Rachel didn't say a word, she just hugged him back. He could feel her hands and nails on his back through his shirt as she caressed him. These tender moments, as important and essential to him as the pain and abuse he inflicted on her earlier. After a few moments he kissed her gently on the lips. "You must get back to work now baby." Rachel's eyes went wide and she looked at her shirt. "Never mind about your shirt, who do you think gives out the uniforms?" With regret he shooed her off his lap and did up his pants. Liam went to the cupboard at the back of his office. He took out a new shirt. He slipped Rachel's old one off and put the new one on her. He did the buttons up himself and fixed the collar. He smoothed down her hair and rubbed away the dark smudges of mascara under her eyes. She looked up at him. He could see himself being lost in her gaze, her sparkling eyes, full of trust, no sign of anger for what he had done to her only happiness. "There all better," Liam lifted her mouth to hers once more. "I will miss you." "I will too." "Can you ever get out at night time without being suspicious?" "Sometimes. With enough notice. Why?" Liam pushed her towards the door. "I'll let you know when the time comes. Until then, remember your my whore." "I'll remember. You just remember that you're mine too," she smiled, opened the door and left. Liam laughed again and settled back to work. He felt calm and relaxed. Probably for the first time since they had last played together. He tried not to think about his growing feelings for Rachel. The Friday Affair Ch. 03 Liam went home on Friday night feeling empty. He thought he had felt lonely before he had Rachel. He felt worse now. He was more acutely aware of his dissatisfaction with his life than ever before. His marriage was over, though neither himself or his wife could admit it, he felt as though the mediocrity of it was killing him. Once his two sons had left home in the past year it had become even worse. He knew he wanted more, to feel alive again but didn't know how. He had thought he had seen the answer in Rachel, but she seemed to complicate the question. Rachel, with her innocent look, beauty and eagerness. Her stunning ability to make him want to simultaneously own her and be owned by her made him feel lost. He had had affairs before, but always before sex was paramount and true emotional connection had never been there. He felt that connection to Rachel. It wasn't just her body he wanted have. He wanted her heart and soul. He wanted to know her in a way no man had ever known her before, have her give herself to him in a way she never had before. When Liam arrived home he sat in his car outside. He didn't want to go in. He felt like going inside would sever his memory of Rachel and her submission to him, her yearning to be taken, her need to please. He breathed in deeply through his nose. Although very faint, he could still smell her on his beard. He remembered the way she had writhed under his touch, the way her hips moved as he licked and pleasured her. The way she had abandoned her shyness after her orgasm and kissed him with joy and passion. Most of all he remembered her face, cheeks flushed and stained with mascara and tears, her clear green eyes staring into him. In that moment he felt as if he had been seen for the first time. Rachel made him feel vulnerable. In her sweet submission to him and his will, he found she now had a power over him. He hadn't expected that. Hadn't wanted that. The situation was too complicated. Liam knew he couldn't put it off any longer. He got out of his car and went inside. Sally, his wife was in the kitchen. They said their hellos and sat down to eat the dinner she had prepared. Sally was so different to Rachel. It wasn't just their ages. Sally was a small woman, petite and blonde. She was attractive, some would say model like. But Liam found her to be cold. She had put their children first, which is necessary in a good mother, but she went beyond what was normal, pushing all of his desires away. He had thought that it might change now that the boys were gone but it didn't. Their sex life was dull, it was like she thought her looks would get her through, all she had to do was lay there and let him finish what he had to do. It was ok when he had been young and full of hormones, but it hadn't been enough for the past twenty years. There was no participation from her at all. Whenever he broached the topic, she called him a deviant and it was left at that. With the lack of sex also came the lack of intimacy. There were no longer cuddles before bed, holding hands or kisses. Liam missed that connection. He found that with Rachel he could satisfy his need for intimacy and domination. She was a unique woman in his estimation. After tea Liam and Sally went their separate ways. Sally went to the gym giving Liam time alone in the house. Liam went to his computer and started making arrangements for his next meeting with Rachel. He found and booked a motel room. Not too cheap and sleazy, he didn't want that for Rachel, but not too expensive either. He chose a nice looking motor inn and booked in Wednesday night. He sent Rachel a text message. "On Wednesday night be at this address. What you wear can be up to you, surprise me. What we do will be up to me, I'll surprise you." He added the address and pressed send. Within five minutes his phone beeped, alerting him to a received message. "I'll be there," was all it said. Liam shut down his computer, showered and went to bed. He didn't hear Sally come home. Rachel sat in her car outside room 108. She was parked next to Liam's car so she knew he would be in there waiting for her but there was no indication that the room was occupied. The curtains were drawn tight and she couldn't see any light coming from the room. She knew she had to go in, wanted to go in, but her fear held her. What would be waiting for her in that room? Would there be whips and chains? She shuddered at the thought, not sure if she shuddered from fear, repulsion or arousal. She checked her face in the rear-view mirror. Her make-up was light, dusky pink and purple hues, which made her large green eyes stand out. Her hair was straightened again, recently styled in long layers that framed her round face giving the illusion of a slimmer face. It fell freely to the small of her back. Thinking she couldn't put it off any longer, she turned her car off and stepped out on beige fashionable heels. She straightedged her royal blue skirt which sat just above her knee. Her singlet top, blue and white horizontal strips, clung tightly her her braless chest. Without underwear, she was acutely aware of her nakedness under her clothes. She felt the cool night air on her bare arms and legs, felt the soft breeze tickle her under her skirt. Rachel knew she was aroused now, her nipples clearly stood out against the soft lycra and cotton singlet. She hoped Liam would like her outfit. Rachel took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Come in." Liam's strong voice called from the room. Rachel opened the door. The room was lit only by a lamp on one side of a queen sized bed. The room's decor looked like it hadn't been updated since the late 80s but it was clean and only had a slight musty smell. It was dark with deep rich tones, thick carpet on the floor, and a small ensuite at the back. On the luggage rack next to the built in robe were two large overnight bags, seemingly full. Liam sat on an armchair near the small kitchenette at the back near the bathroom. "You have definitely surprised me," Liam said. "I thought you would wear something extremely cheap and look like a street walker. Instead you have come here as if ready for a nice dinner." "Does it disappoint you?" Rachel asked. Liam laughed, "Not at all you silly creature! I don't want everyone to know what a slut you really are. I love that your true sexuality is secret. Something for me and me alone. You're very pretty and I like you to look that way. It makes me want to defile you even more." Rachel flushed. The word defile made her shudder, this time she knew it was arousal. She wanted Liam to defile her, make her feel dirty. She wanted it and craved it. "You're not all innocence and sweetness though are you? I can see from here you're braless." Liam licked his lips, his hand slid over his pants adjusting his growing erection. His obvious display of lust seemed to make her nipples even harder. "Lift your skirt, let me see what you have chosen for under your skirt." Rachel could hardly look at Liam as she gathered her skirt up to her hips. Her nudity now made clear to Liam made her shy, unsure if she did the right thing. She dreaded his reaction, but longed for approval. "You filthy dirty slut. You think you can come in her looking like a chaste woman and have me not discover how desperate you are to feel like your true self? I like your secret slutty nature I'm pleased you didn't try to hide it from me completely. I am happy with your choice." Liam crooked his finger and called to her, "Come stand by me my beautiful whore." Rachel wanted to run to him, but she held her pace steady and tried to be graceful in her approach. She stood in front of Liam, so close the tip of her heels touched his shoes. Liam put his hand between her knees and started to raise his hand up her thigh, caressing her as he went. He was gentle, loving in his touch. Rachel could feel the moisture between her thighs as his hand rose higher and higher. Liam's eyes stared at her intently, watching her every movement. His eyes seemed to analyze every minute detail. Rachel felt uncomfortable under his gaze and looked away. "Look at me," Liam barked at her. "I want to see your eyes." Rachel moved her eyes back and held his gaze. He smirked at her and continued his slow, teasing ascent. His fingers brushed her big lips, she could feel how engorged they were, so sensitive that his touch made her shut her eyes. "Open them bitch!" Rachel flew open her eyes. "I want to make you cum Rachel, I want you to cum from my touch." Liam's fingers danced along her lips now, Rachel struggled to keep her eyes on Liam. "I want to give you that pleasure because you please me. I can't do that if you don't obey me." Liam pushed his fingers deeper, spreading her lips and teasing her hole. Rachel tried to keep staring, looking into Liam's deep eyes, trying to stay focused and not throw her head back. "If you don't obey me you will have to be punished. You don't want that to be punished do you baby?" and inside his finger went, probing insider her. Rachel heard the squelch of her wetness as he moved in and out. Rachel didn't trust herself to speak. She just moved her head in agreement, keeping Liam's gaze. She did want to cum, she wanted to show him she liked the way he touched her, wanted him press his will and desires onto her. "Good girl," Liam soothed. Using his finger inside her as if her entrance was a handle he pulled her closer. Rachel inched forward until she was straddling his legs. With his voiceless command, his rough use of her, Rachel felt he understood her. He knew how to treat her, how she needed to be treated, just like a plaything. "Lift your skirt again." Rachel did. Liam's eyes shifted for a moment as he watched himself put another two fingers inside her, stretching her. Rachel's started to rock her hips, she wanted him, wanted his fingers to fuck her. "I wish you could see this my gorgeous slut, see how easily you take me and watch your greedy cunt pushing onto my fingers" Liam looked up again at her. Rachel knew she was flushed, her eyebrows furrowed and she was biting her bottom lip in concentration. She wanted to shut her eyes and throw her head back and cry out but she couldn't. She knew it would all stop if she did. She didn't want that. His touch was too good, too rough and she needed it. Liam stood up, fingers still inside her and walked her back to the bed. He used his free hand to push Rachel onto the bed. She sat on the edge, her ass just barely on the bed. Without stopping his fingers wriggling inside her he leaned her back onto the bed and lifted each of her feet onto the bed. He crouched down between her legs. Rachel laid on the bed as if waiting for a doctors exam, she reached behind her and grabbed a pillow and put it under her head so she could still see Liam's eyes. She knew she was soaked, her pussy well lubricated but she still cried out in pain as Liam pushed his fourth finger into her. Rachel kept her eyes flung open, her hands still clutching her skirt made fists so hard she could feel her nails digging into her palms through the fabric. Liams fingers continued to stretch her, pushing her muscles wider and wider. His palm now hitting hard against her clit, making her hips move quicker, the pain of his entry and the slap of his palm against her button made her start to sweat. Liam looked away from her again and she felt his thumb start to enter her. Rachel's legs instinctively tried to close and she felt herself trying to scramble up the bed, away from the intrusion. "Stay where you are bitch! You're doing well, but I am going to fist your gorgeous wet cunt." His invasion continued. Rachel shouted with pain as more and of him went inside her. She felt his knuckles at the very edge of her opening, thinking there was no more room inside her. But she was wrong with one more push she felt herself being stretched until she felt a small release and his knuckles were inside. "Rachel you're such a fucking whore! You've got my hand inside you. Look, look at your fucking pussy!" Rachel leaned up on her elbows, the fullness of her pussy made her feel pregnant and sluggish but she was able to push herself up and see. The very edge of his hand was sticking out of her. She groaned as she watched him move in and out of her. Liam leaned up and kissed her lips. "You're such a good girl. You can lay down now. I'm going to make you cum." With relief Rachel flopped back onto the bed. Liam's mouth enclosed her clit, licking her in consistent little circles while he rotated his hand and fucked her full pussy. Rachel felt her hips moving with him, her thighs trembling. She felt the wave of pleasure from her pussy move down to her toes and all over her body. She shook and screamed as her orgasm took her. She felt herself crying and laughing with pleasure as the waves slowly subsided and eventually stopped. Liam slowly worked his cum soaked hand out of Rachel. He watched as her flushed, plump body heaved, getting her breath back. She was smiling, giggling almost. "I can't believe you did that to me!" Rachel's naked display of joy made Liam's already hard cock feel as if it would burst free of his jeans. She leaned over and pulled him on top of her. She covered his face in little kisses. The almost naive way she did this made Liam's heart feel like it was on fire. Her joy and passion for him was a feeling he hadn't known in years, perhaps ever. He held her tightly as she kissed him, enjoying her whispered thanks and the feel of her full body beneath him. Liam started to kiss her back. He kissed her neck and ears nibbled them, his need for her was rising. He got harder and rougher with his kisses and gripped her tighter. He sat up off Rachel and pushed her up to the middle of the bed. The blankets going with her. "Take your clothes off," Liam growled. Rachel got to her knees. She took her shoes off first, flicking them onto the floor. Her singlet came next, freeing her creamy white, round breasts. With difficulty Liam resisted the urge to reach out and pinch her pink nipples. Rachel lifted her skirt above her head. The skirt got caught on her breasts and as Liam watched her tug her dress and her tits bounce down he knew he couldn't wait any longer. Liam grabbed her hair, pulled her off the bed and onto the floor. He forced her to her knees, pulling her head back until he could see her beautiful big eyes again. Her eyes no longer shined with joy. There was fear now, but something else was there. Arousal perhaps? Liam used his free hand to undo his fly and reached in and pulled out his cock. It was so hard and throbbing that getting it out was much more difficult than he anticipated. He forced her mouth onto his cock. She didn't stop him, opening her mouth to take him inside. He felt her tongue caress his cock, making him groan. He watched her head move on its own sucking him. Liam started to feel angry. A fury grew within him. She was so good, so perfectly slutty, so beautiful. He needed her. He had to have her, to own her. Not just here in these moments, but always. In his bed, in his arms, in his life. But he couldn't. She belonged to someone else. Unable to contain his anger at her anymore he slapped her cheek. The sound of it lingered in the air. She stopped moving. He pulled her head back by her hair and looked at her again. Her look was so open, she didn't ask why, she just looked her eyes seeming to beg for more. Still gripping her hair he forced her back onto the bed. He grabbed her singlet from the floor and wrapped her hands up tight in front of her. His tying was haphazard, he was unsure if it would hold. But he didn't care, desperate now to have her helpless and bound, to own her in this moment. He put her face down into the pillows, so he couldn't see her. Still fully clothed he pulled her naked ass up into the air and forced his cock into her pussy. It slid in easily and he started fucking her. Hard and furiously he pounded into her. Rachel lifted her head to look back at him. "Get the fuck down bitch!" Liam yelled at her. "You fucking whore, don't you fucking know what you're doing to me?" "What are you talking about?" Rachel's voice came muffled from the blankets. She tried lifting her head again. "I said get your fucking head down. It's my turn and I'll have you however you want. This is how you want it isn't it? Rough, dirty in a motel room, being fucked like a whore. Being used?" Rachel gave no answer and Liam didn't expect one. Liam kept fucking her, purely for his own release. He no longer cared if she enjoyed this, if she wanted this. He was going to get what he wanted from her, selfishly using her for his own pleasure. She didn't move at first, but slowly he felt her push herself against his thrusts, trying to get more and more of him inside her. Liam just fucked and fucked until he felt his hot liquid explode into her pussy. Liam fell down onto the bed beside Rachel. This time there were no kisses from her. No hugs. She laid where she was. Liam felt his anger leave him. "Rachel baby, look at me." He moved his hand to caress her spine, "Rachel, look at me." He pulled her body close to his. He kissed her cheeks, forehead and lips lightly. "What's wrong?" He asked her. Rachel shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know why I like this." Liam smiled at her, "You like this because you it's part of you. You know what you want and being fucked by a man makes you feel like a woman. You want the lack of power, you want to know that you have someone who is strong, who will take care of you. Someone who will allow you to be yourself and explore your darkest needs and fantasies." Liam started to undress himself and continued to kiss her. He put his tongue in her mouth, finding hers. At first she was didn't reciprocate, but after a moment she did. Her tied wrists went to his shirt and her fingers helped him undo his buttons. When he was naked Liam moved up the bed and sat with his back against the pillows and headboard. Rachel seemed to know what he needed and he climbed onto his lap, her legs either side of his. She put her still bound arms around his neck. She pulled his head towards her and kissed his neck lightly, her teeth just scraping his skin. Liam held her close and rubbed his limp cock against her hot pussy, soaking with his and her juices. Liam lifted Rachel's chin up and kissed her lips again. He felt his erection grow again. Rachel moved her hips urging his hardness to grow. Liam reached down between their legs and lifted his mostly hard cock up and Rachel slide herself onto him. They moaned together. It felt different this time. It was slower, more erotic, more intimate. Liam knew she needed this, as he did, to feel closer to her. He wanted to show her that you can be owned and loved at the same time. Liam put a hand on Rachel's hip, keeping her pace slow and steady. He put the other on her throat and squeezed gently. Rachel's head went back as her breath caught in her throat. Liam watched her body, so sexy and feminine as she rode his cock. He squeezed and released her throat in time with their movements. Rachel's moans grew as he did. She brought her eyes back to Liam's. Her eyes questioning, seemingly asking him if she was doing what he wanted, was she doing right. Her desire to make him happy made his heart cry out again. This time he wasn't angry this time he wanted to tell her. Liam rolled her over, pushing Rachel onto her back. Liam kissed her eagerly, passionately biting her lips and sucking on her tongue. His teeth moved to her nipples, biting as they heaved with his thrusts. Liam lifted her bound arms over her head, allowing him to see her whole body beneath him. Rachel started to moan in the way he had discovered meant she was going to come. Liam went harder, pinching at her hips and thighs as he lifted her legs, bending her knees so he could get in deeper. The Friday Affair Rachel did as she was told, lying on her back. She spread her knees apart, hoping that the site of her legs open wide would please him. "You filthy whore." Liam said. Hearing him call her that again made her moan. She wanted to be dirty and depraved for him. "You dirty, filthy, cum loving slut!" "I am. I'm a whore!" She cried laying there exposed. She really felt like one, laying there, a married woman, with the taste of cum and blood in her mouth, cheek, tits and ass red and stinging from the slaps and pussy sore from the pounding she had just received. Liam started to remove his clothes for the first time. He took his shirt off first, then shoes, socks and pants. His body was as she had imagined. His arms were toned and strong, his belly was only a little soft. Then he knelt between Rachel's opened legs. He put his face between her legs and roughly licked between her legs, from her ass right up to her clit. His beard tickled her thighs and lips as he moved, the roughness added to her excitement. He sat up and leaned right over her. "You taste and smell good slut, but then a slut like you would. Look at yourself. You've got a body made to be used and fucked. Taste yourself, tell me what you taste like. I bet you love the taste of your cunt." Liam leaned down and stuck his tongue in her mouth. Rachel blushed and felt embarrassed. She did love the taste of her pussy juices. Whenever she masturbated she would always lick and smell her fingers. She sucked his tongue and her hips moved involuntarily as she enjoyed her taste. "I taste sticky and sweet." "You do! And you like it! My dirty whore! You filthy bitch." Liam wet his fingers by placing two inside her still wet pussy. He moved them out and started moving them lower. Rachel felt panic set in again. He's going to fuck my ass! She thought. She had done so a few times with her husband but she never enjoyed it. It didn't feel any good at all. She started to try to slide away, scared of what it would feel like with a man as rough as Liam. Liam's hand reached down and grabbed her throat. "Where do you think you're going, whore? Do you think I'd let you go without pounding your sweet asshole?" Rachel couldn't breathe and so couldn't respond. She felt her throat being squeezed and then felt the pain as two fingers were pushed into her ass. The pain was intense and she managed to cry out. Liam relaxed his hand on her throat but still left it there while he started to pump his fingers into her ass. Rachel gasped for air. She started to feel the same feeling she felt earlier. She loved the way Liam was hurting her, the pain and fear made her more excited than she had ever felt in her life. She relaxed and let the pain wash over her. "Good whore, that's it." Liam said to her. "Give me your ass. I'm going to own your ass by the time we finish here. Tell me who owns your ass bitch." "You do! My ass is yours." And she meant it. Already she was enjoying her ass being finger fucked more than any of the awkward times she had her ass touched by her husband. Once Liam had stretched her hole to his satisfaction he rolled her body to the side so that she was lying on her left side. He positioned his cock at the opening of her hole and said "Ask me to fuck your slutty ass." "Please fuck my ass. Make it yours. I want you to hurt me!" Rachel knew in that moment that this was what she had been craving for and what the attraction was to Liam. She saw in him a man she could submit to. She had to submit to him, she needed him to own her body. She must have subconsciously known that this is what he would be like. Liam pushed his cock into her ass. The pain was intense but pleasurable. The feeling of his cock filling her ass and her enjoying the pain, the choking and the slapping made her feel truly like a whore. Liam started to pump his cock harder and faster. He let go of her throat and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder. He pinched her nipples, and slapped her ass as he fucked her. "Rub your clit, I want to watch my whore cum." Liam grabbed Rachel's hand and placed it on her pussy. Rachel started rubbing her already swollen clit. Liam spat on her clit and she rubbed it in. "Slap your clit for me," Liam instructed and Rachel did. It made a splat sound that seemed to spur him on more and Rachel felt like she was being torn apart. Rachel rubbed and rubbed her clit. In round little circles, pressing harder and harder. She heard her moans getting louder and louder. There was warmth rising in her and she knew she was close to cumming. "I think I'm going to cum. Am I allowed to cum?" Rachel asked with hope. If he said no she didn't know what she would do. She was practically screaming by now, both in ecstasy and pain. She thought she was crying, one moment with joy, the next in agony. "Yes whore! Cum for me, I want to feel you cum on my cock!" Rachel let herself go. The cry that came out of her was unlike any noise she had ever heard herself make. It was almost primal, part scream, part shout of relief. She felt her whole body shudder and spasm. Her orgasm went on for longer than it had ever before. "Oh fuck yes! You are such a fucking slutty whore. I'm going to fill your ass up with cum!" Rachel didn't think it was possible but Liam started fucking her harder and faster. And soon she felt his cock grow thicker in her ass and felt his load start to explode out of his cock into her ass. Liam felt shattered after cumming the second time. He felt exhausted but, at the same time, more alive than he had ever felt. His whore looked up into his eyes and said timidly, " Thank you for letting me cum and thank you for filling up my whore ass with your cum." He couldn't believe that after all they had done together she was still shy. He loved how she could be so dirty but retain that timidness that made her so desirable. He slowly pulled his cock out of his whore's ass and watched delighted as his cum started to seep out of her ass. "You're such a good whore." He said, "Come over here." He motioned for his whore to come sit next to him against the wall. Liam put his arm around her and hugged her, stroked her long hair and soothed her. "That was really good. You're a beautiful whore and such a natural. I think I'd like to keep you as my own whore." He felt a surge of affection for this girl and looked over her body again. He noted her hair tangled, eye makeup all running, her neck red from his bites and other assorted marks over the rest of her body. They looked like red flags against snow clearly showing him where he'd been. He thought about the way her chubby body bounced as he fucked her and the slap her large ass cheeks made as he pounded into her. He knew she still had a way to go before she could truly satisfy him but she did seem eager to learn and she learnt quickly. And she was beautiful. A beautiful whore, just perfect for him to fuck, train and claim as his own.