1 comments/ 3629 views/ 1 favorites The KA Series 01 By: dysfunctionaldreams She walked in to the hotel lobby, nervous to meet him in person for the first time. She had worn her slinky black dress with the fishnets that she knew he would love, black lace bra, and black panties. She stood there, not realizing how big this hotel actually was, searching the lobby for him, debating turning right around and heading back out to the parking lot and her car. Then she saw him, saw him stand and begin walking her way, and knew it was too late. He came right up with a "Hi, there!" and kissed her on the cheek, then when pulling back gave her a soft kiss on her lips. She felt so relieved now, having gotten some of the awkwardness out of the way about their lips touching, even it was just a simple greeting. She let the way his lips felt linger in her memory for a moment, then watched as he turned and headed over to an area with some seating. She watched him from behind, him in a pair of white nearly see thru summer pants, black sandals, and green v-neck shirt; a color he knew she would love. As he sat down, she noticed a gift box sitting on the table in front of his chair and she took a seat on the chair that was next to his. "For me?" she asked innocently. "But of course," he replied. "Should I be worried?" she nervously asked. "Perhaps," he coyly noted. They engaged in simple conversation for a little bit, knowing they had some time before they were going to sit down for the mutually agreed upon diner date. They made jokes about how awkward they both felt and both complimented each others' attire. Her eyes kept going back to the box, knowing it was going to be something sexual. She knew he was going to push her bounds tonight and the thought made her anxious as well as a bit excited. "I can't hold out any longer. Can I open it?" "Certainly, but I recommend you do it somewhere a little more private," as he angled his head towards the ladies room off to the corner of the room. She picked up the gift-wrapped box and walked towards the bathroom, looking back to see him standing now, admiring her ass as she walked away from him. She entered the bathroom, slipped into a stall, and began unwrapping her gift. She undid the bow, removed the lid, and was not terribly shocked to see a pair of vibrating panties inside. They had talked about just such a fantasy online, and figured something along these lines would be what his twisted, controlling mind would have planned. She also knew that if she refused to put them on, she might be subject to an even worse humiliation, so she pulled her own panties off and slid the ones she was gifted on. She put the sewn in bullet against her clit, already excited to know that she was going to have it used on her shortly. She double checked the box to see if the remote was inside, already knowing he probably had it with him. She put her panties in her purse, gathered the wrapping and box and headed for the door, throwing away the box as she went. She exited the bathroom and noted that he was seated again, with two drinks resting on the table in front of him. One looked like a rum and coke, presumably for her, and the other looked bubbling, like a glass of champagne. "Celebrating something?" she asked him sarcastically. "Yes," he said. "I just gained the most exquisite possession; your pussy," loud enough so that an elderly couple to their right craned their heads towards them, unsure that they had just heard correctly. She blushed, yet felt flushed with heat, loving when he spoke to her this way. She sat, grabbing her drink and downing most of it, wanting to get relaxed for the upcoming actions. He picked up his own glass and lightly drank from it, looking extraordinarily relaxed. The waitress arrived at their table and put a second rum and coke down and let him know that their table would be ready momentarily. She gave a wry smile at him for having ordered a second drink so soon after her first while she was away, expecting her to put the first one down quickly. "Shall we?" he asked. "Sure," she replied and they got up and headed to the restaurant entrance on the other side of the lobby. Her mind was wondering when he was going to give her the first taste of the bullet, but was surprised when she felt his hand drift to her ass as they walked side by side. She certainly liked his touch and looked over at him and smiled ever so slightly. "Mine," was all he said this time soft enough so no one else could hear it. She nodded, letting him know that she was feeling ready to submit to him. His words melting all resolve she carried with her into the hotel. The waitress disappeared into the restaurant and a hostess met them and guided them to their table. She was nervous to see that she led them right to the middle of the room, in plain view of everyone there. Thankfully, the lighting was fairly dark and she might have some measure of privacy for what she knew had to be coming. Her pussy, she imagined with a twist on her thoughts. He slid her chair out for her, then waited until she sat before moving around the table to take his own seat. The both set their drinks down on the table, her finished with her first and starting on her second. The rum already letting her be relaxed. The hostess left them menus and they both wondered out loud what might be good to eat. As their waitress came up and introduced herself, she felt the first tinges of the bullet begin on her clit. She shifted ever so slightly, and politely declined when asked if she was interested in an appetizer. He took a second to ask a few questions about some of the items, forcing their waitress to linger at the table, knowing she was starting to have some serious heat and moisture forming between her legs. He ended up politely declining any offers and let her know that they might need a few more minutes. "Say it," he said. "I'm a slut," she replied. "Good girl." They debated some main course options and a few minutes later when they put the menus down, the waitress returned to take their order. She felt the bullet speed increase again, just as the waitress asked her what she was interested in having, causing her voice to raise an octave as she started giving her order. He was cruel to time it so, but she expected him to try and keep her off balance. After she finished her order, he gave his and they were alone again. She sat there glaring at him, trying to get a handle on her breathing and looking down to see how much her hard nipples were poking through the black fabric of her dress. He also stared down her body, smiling slightly, knowing she was very turned on. They made more small talk until their food got there. They both ate without any more changes, her panties now sopping wet from the constant vibrations against her now rock hard clit. The food was very good and when their plates were empty, they were taken away by their server. "Shall we dance," he asked. She had heard the music playing and noticed an open area in one part of the restaurant and saw him rise and take her hand. She also got up and they made their way over to the open area and started to slowly sway to the rhythm of the music, with many of the other patrons watching them. She saw him reach down and then felt the bullet speed up even more, clinging to him even tighter, staring into his eyes with a helpless feeling. She was doing everything she could not to climax right there and then, but her breathing betrayed how hot she really felt. They kept dancing and with each step and the opening of her legs as they turned she thought her pussy was going to explode. As the song ended, he turned the bullet down a notch and they walked back to their able. Their waitress was there shortly asking about dessert or coffee, which they both politely declined. He asked if they would charge the bill to his room and soon after they were up and on there way out. He didn't say a word, just took her hand and led her to the elevator. They went up to the desired floor and walked down the hall to his room. He keyed them both in, her eying him, hoping he would kiss her. Once inside, he led her to the center of the room. He ordered her to stay and slowly lifted her dress up and over her head. She now stood in her bra, panties, fishnets and shoes. He then pulled out some white rope and bound her arms so they were bent in half, then worked a tie so that they were up and stuck with her hands behind her neck, elbows facing outwards. She looked over at the desk where he had laid out all kinds of toys. She saw dildos, plugs, vibrators, floggers, paddles, a belt, a riding crop, and a ball gag. She wondered which she was going to get first. "On your knees, Slut." She said nothing and knelt down. "You know better than that, Slut," he said. "Sorry, Sir," she remembered. He went over to the desk and grabbed the flogger. He came back to her, stood off to the side and began whipping her with it, lightly at first, then harder until he could see her begin to wince and whimper slightly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the remote control. The bullet having been on the second setting the whole time. He stalked around her, working the flogger across her back as she knelt down, then coming around the front and using it on her tits. He made ten more circles and she looked down to see her skin turning a bright pink on the front side, imagining the same on the back. Every time he came around the front, he would stop and admire her dampened panties. "Stand up, Slut." "Yes, Sir," she followed. She felt her panties being lowered from behind and then was ordered to step out of them. As he came around from behind her, he removed the bullet from it holder inside the panties, then ordered her to open her slutty mouth. She didn't hesitate, wanting to taste a pussy, even if it was her own. He balled them panties up and stuffed them inside her mouth. She felt the soaking wetness of them on her tongue and tried to situate them as comfortable as she could to still breath. "Back down, Slut" Again, she did as she was commanded and watched as he went back to the desk for his next tool. He grabbed the belt next and walked back over to her. He wound up and sent it across her back, leaving a nice red mark. Then began working his way around her again, making sure he struck ever inch of her torso. She moaned openly through the panties stuffed in her mouth, loving ever bit of the sting that the belt gave her. "Up, Slut." Again, she rose. He wound up with the belt and hit he bare ass hard, knocking her forward a step. She gathered herself back to the spot in the center of the room, a single tear leaking out of her eye. "That should remind you to call me Sir, Slut," he noted. "Yes, Sir," she muffled through the panties. He undid the tie on her hands, letting her arms lower, still tied so they were bent in half. He led her over to the bed and up on it, propping her on her elbows and knees in doggie style. He had positioned her now so that her head was facing the full-length mirror at the end of the bed and she could watch herself. He reached up and took the panties out of her mouth, now covered in saliva. She swallowed once they were out and got a good deep breath. She watched as he went back to the dresser and grabbed the riding crop. He came back over to her, now propped up with her ass in the air. She felt the riding crop being drawn over her ass cheeks, him making sure to take the tip across her exposed pussy. He rubbed it across each of her pussy lips, then down the center. He brought it back up and gave each cheek one quick sting. He repeated this over and over again for what felt like twenty cycles, then changed his pattern. With this new pattern he moved the riding crop down the center of her back, down her ass, touching across her hole, then across her pussy. He would finish by bringing the crop back up for ten quick short strikes to her clit. She writhed and whimpered as he hit right against it and he could tell she loved it. Her elbows were starting to quiver and she could tell that they were about to give out. He was kneeling behind her when he noticed it and reached down and grabbed a handful of her long brown hair, pulling her back up into a kneeling position. He then began circling her, feathering her body with the riding crop. When he got in front of her, he gave each nipple a quick sting with the crop, causing her to inhale with the pain. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. "You like that, Whore," he asked her redundantly. She nodded, "Yes, Sir." He circled her again, admiring her reddened body, running the crop across her skin, stinging each nipple roughly now. Causing a little shudder in her each time. After about ten more circles, he went back to the desk and came back with a Hitachi wand. He knelt in front of her, also kneeling on the bed so that they were facing each other. Her arms still tied in half and useless, he turned the Hitachi power on and pressed it firmly on her reddened pussy. He reached out with his off hand and squeezed and twisted one nipple, then the other. She began to pant and roll her hips, grinding into the vibrations on her pussy. He added a slap to each breast, then to each inner thigh as her held the vibrator in place. He could tell she was getting close and started to really be rough with her, her breathing picking up, her body turning a darker red, the head of the Hitachi glistening with her juices. He reached up and put his hand around her throat, holding it firm and applying light pressure, limiting her breath but not cutting it off entirely. He watched as her body flailed, her pussy exploding, soaking the vibrator on her clit. He removed his hand from her throat, pulled back the Hitachi and slid off the bed as she collapsed onto her side. He set the wand down and came back over to the bed and began to untie her arms. She thought she was free and done for a bit, but he switched into a tie that restrained her arms behind her back, locking her hands into her lower back. He pulled her by her hair off the bed and onto the floor, setting her back into a kneeling position. He pulled out his cock, held it up to her face, then set his other hand on her head, grabbing another handful of hair. He thrust forward driving his cock into her wet mouth. He fucked her mouth with short quick strokes, barely giving her time to breath, saliva flying everywhere. Then she felt one hand on the back of her head and him drive his cock all the way in slowly, forcing her throat open. He pulled out, fucked her face fast again for a while, then back deeply. He repeated this process until she felt his cock pulse and his hot cum enter her mouth. She swallowed it all down, then cleaned his cock clean as he held her hair and head in place to do so. Once he was satisfied that she had done a good job, he untied her arms and ordered her to put her dress back on. She did so, then went to grab her panties. "No, Slut. I want the cool night air on that well whipped pussy when you leave." She stood back up and went to leave when she felt him behind her, "hands against the door, Slut." "Yes, Sir." "You forgot to say it just before," and she felt her dress lifted up. The crack of the belt on her ass over and over again brought more than a single tear to her eyes. Her mascara was full on running now. She looked down in shame until he had finished. When he was done, she looked left at herself in the mirrors on the closet by the door. He hair was tussled, her lipstick smeared from the brutal face-fucking she had gotten, and mascara was now streaked down her face. It would be apparent to everyone who saw on her exit that she had just been used. "Tomorrow, be here by eleven in the morning, Slut. I'm going to fuck that slutty pussy of yours." With that, he opened the door and watched her leave. She readjusted her dress in the hall, lowering it down around her waist, covering her sore, reddened ass. She made her way to the end of the hall, preferring to avoid any elevator traffic, even though it had grown quite late. She entered the stairway and was slowly climbing down the stairs when she spotted someone talking on the phone at the top of the next flight down. He looked up and she could tell he had a perfect view of her pussy as it descended toward him. Just wanting to get home and rest of for tomorrow, she walked by him, letting him stare at her unobstructed pussy. She finally got to the ground floor and found a side exit. Walking by a few people in the parking lot. She hopped in her car and took a moment to breath. She was still really excited still and loved how warm her body felt from all the punishment she had just gotten. She was already thinking to what he was going to do to her the following day as she started her car and head for her home. To be continued.... The KA Series 02 She awoke to the beep-beep-beep of her alarm the next morning, lying in her bed completely naked. She pulled back the thin sheet and looked down across her skin, searching for the bruises that were certain to be there. It didn't take long for her to see marks that he had made on her torso and breasts. She stood up and faced her full length mirror and did a full turn, stopping halfway to check one side of her back and then the other. There were marks there as well from either the flogger, belt, or riding crop that he had used the night before. She went into the bathroom and hopped into the shower. She bathed and prepared her hair and makeup for an appearance she believed he might like. For attire, she dressed simply. She picked out a skirt, her nicest lace bra, and a top. After having her panties stuffed in her mouth last night, she decided against wearing any today. She made the trek back to his hotel and arrived just before eleven in the morning. She nervously stood outside the door and prepared to knock when the door swung open. There he stood, in his black boxer briefs and nothing else. "Good Morning, Slut," he greeted. "Good Morning, Sir," she responded. He stepped aside to let her enter the room. She instinctively went over to the spot where he had her go the night before and waited. "Kneel." She dropped and watched as he came up in front of her, lowered his boxer briefs and put the head of his cock to her lips. She took him in her mouth and started to suck him off, his cock growing to its full length after a minute. She felt hands on the back of her head, her straightened hair twisted into his hands, then her head taken control of as he began to fuck her mouth again. He would fuck her quickly, then stop and slowly force his cock all the way in, sliding part-way down her throat. It took a few tries before she was able to relax and allow him to all the way down. Once his balls were touching her chin, he would hold himself there a second, admire his work, and then pull his cock most of the way out of her mouth as she gasped for breath. Another minute of quick thrusts and then back into her throat until she got very used to having a cock in her throat. He fucked her roughly like this for a while until she felt him moan, pull out of her mouth, and hold his cock just above her. She leaned her head back as he came, spraying her prettily made up face with his seed. He covered her, getting some in one of her eyes, some running down her cheeks, and some across her open mouth. She swallowed what she could and went to scoop up the rest. "No, Slut," he ordered. "Leave it." "Yes, Sir," she knew to respond. He stepped back, went over to the desk where all the toys still lay, and grabbed a camera. He aimed it down at her as she looked back up and clicked off a few shots. "Very nice, Slut." "Thank you, Sir." She looked over at the bed now and noticed that he had set out rope on it. He saw her line of vision and smiled. "Not yet, Slut. Up and out of those clothes." He went and sat in the chair by the window as she stood in her spot and pulled her top up over her head. She felt it brush by the cum on her face and knew there would be a little spot on it for when she left. She reached back and unhooked her bra, sliding it off. Then she undid the clasp on her skirt and unzipped it, letting it slide over her hips and drop to the floor around her legs. "I see you enjoyed the night air on your pussy so much that you remained pantiless, Slut." "Yes, Sir. I liked it very much." "That's good, Slut," he goaded. She stood there naked as he admired her. She desperately wanted to use her hands to cover herself, but knew that would warrant a response, so she just let them hang to her sides. She could see her nipples harden quickly and stand at attention for his viewing pleasure and sense the moisture beginning to form between her legs. He stood up, turned toward the desk and picked something up. As he walked over to her, she noticed that he was now carrying a wooden paddle. He stood a good six inches taller than her and she had to look up into his eyes as he stood next to her. He reached out and spun her to where she was facing the mirror, then pushed down from the side on her back, bending her over so that her hands were now on the dresser that was against the wall. The cum that had run down from her face and had settled on her tits was now starting to drip down to the carpet as she felt him running the paddle across her back and ass. He moved around her while touching every inch of her naked flesh with the paddle. "Beg me, Slut." "Please spank me, Sir," she replied. "Beg." She figured that her first response wouldn't be enough, so she thought for a second and blurted out, "Pretty please spank my dirty Slut ass, Sir." She looked at herself in the mirror as he swung back and delivered the first contact. Instinctively, she announced out loud "one." He alternated cheeks until she got to one hundred, moving the contact all across her round firm ass, striking some high, some low, and some in the middle. By the time he was finished, she had tears in her eyes and her ass stung with the heat of it. She wished silently that he would allow her to turn around and see the damage, but he left her there bent over as he went back to the desk. He came back with a cup and stood behind her. She gasped as the first piece of ice touched her skin, sending a cool sensation into her body. He worked the ice all across the beaten area and she felt the water dripping down across her feet. With the second piece, he not only touched the areas where he paddled her, but circled her pussy with it, stopping to hold it against her clit. The third piece he worked around her ass, circle her hole with it as it melted. Then the fourth back to her pussy, ensuring that her clit was rock hard as he rubbed it quickly and firmly, using a cupped hand to hold it against her while his fingers circled. As the ice completely melted, he kept rubbing her clit until she bucked against him, moaning and breathing heavily. She could tell he wanted her to cum and as he rubbed faster and faster she obliged. She felt her juices drip down onto his hand and her knees buckle a little as her body responded. He held his hand there throughout her orgasm then reached up and used her hair to dry his hand off. She still stood there bent over now, looking at herself in the mirror, still breathing heavily when she could have sworn she heard a knock at the door. She watched as he strode around her and walked over to the door and swung it open. "The fresh towels...." she heard the stranger's voice trail off, although she heard enough to know it was a man. She also knew he was able to look past and see her standing there. Her nipples hardened again as he let her be on display for the hotel staff member. "Thank you so much," he replied and slowly let the door swing shut. She heard the towels being set down in the bathroom and stood there embarrassed as he crossed behind her again, giving her a firm spank for good measure. "Up on the bed now, Slut, on all fours," he commanded. "Yes, Sir," she obeyed. Once on all fours and facing the mirror, she watched as he secured the ropes. She saw first that he tied her hands to the ropes in front of her, securing them in place. Then she felt ropes around her waist, pulling her hips back, holding her in doggiestyle position. He tied ropes around her knees pulling them forward a bit, and other ropes around her ankles attached to the headboard of the bed. She was right in the middle of the bed now, secured on all fours, unable to shift very much at all. She watched as he went back over to the desk and picked up a lighter in one hand and multiple candles in the other of varying colors. He lit each one and sat down in the chair again as they began to burn. Time stood still for her, knowing he was going to cover her in wax in the near future. After some time, he stood up and surveyed the candles, picking each one up and moving them to the night stand next to the bed. He went back and grabbed the riding crop before climbing up behind her, kneeling between her spread legs, and stroking his cock. She felt the hard tip press against her pussy and his head slip inside her. He started fucking her with slow, smooth strokes as she watched them both in the mirror. He kept this up for a bit, listening to her whimper a bit. She then watched as he reached over and grabbed the first of the candles. He kept pumping into her as he slowly dropped the hot wax onto her upper back, going from side to side. She arched a bit as it hit and felt the heat rise between her own legs, the wetness of her pussy more obvious to both of them. He set that candle down and grabbed the next. This one's contents destined for her middle back and again she responded to the feel of it as made contact. His cock's pace maintaining an even rhythm. The third candle's wax touched her asscheeks and this time her body could not hold back, her juices covering his cock as he continued to fuck into her. The wax touching both cheeks and dripping some into her spread ass crack. Her feeling it cover her hole was a new feeling, one she definitely liked. She dropped her head as the orgasm hit and didn't watch as he set the third candle down, trading it for the riding crop. She suddenly felt her hair tugged, him having a firm grasp of it now, pulling her head back. She did feel his pace starting to quicken in her pussy, then felt the first sting of the riding crop over her wax covered back. She felt the wax spray off of her as he delivered blow after blow to her back, watched him swing it down across her as he yanked back on her hair. She felt the sting of pain increase on her back as the wax was disintegrated. The sting also started to move further down as he began striking her already paddled ass. She started to feel like a prize race horse with her hair as the reins, the ropes her saddle, and him as the rider. He leaned forward now while pumping her pussy, setting his left elbow square into her back, twisting up the slack in her hair to keep her head yanked back. She watched him move the crop to the side and felt its sting on her right breast now. He also took a few shots across her inner right thigh, alternating a few strikes between them both. "Ready for the homestretch, Slut?" He asked. "Yes, Sir," she nervously answered. Her body truly enjoying the punishment though. She watched him lean back up, letting her hair back out to its full length, still gripped tightly. He picked up the pace on her pussy to a frantic pace now and added the riding crop to her ass and thighs with alarming speed. The pain on her right ass cheek was unbearable as he sent blow after blow down to it, the flesh rolling like waves as his hips thrust quickly against it. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit as all the sensations of pain from her ass, scalp as he yanked, and pussy as he fucked her hard well up inside her. She came hard, loudly yelling out, not caring who was in the rooms near them. She felt him drive deep inside her and flood her pussy with his hot cum, releasing her hair so her head could drop again as she felt their cum mix inside her. Knowing how slutty she felt because of it. He stayed there for a minute, feathering her back and ass, until he pulled his cock out. He walked around in front of her, got up on the bed, and as custom would have it, made her clean off his cock with her mouth. She tasted his cum mixed with hers and felt even nastier than she had before. She then watched as he got dressed, went over to the dresser and grabbed a few items, then came back to the bed and moved in behind her again. She felt a toy move inside her well fucked pussy, felt him turn on the power and knew instantly that it was a g-spot toy like her own. Then she felt him removing all the wax from around her asshole. She watched in the mirror as he put the plug in his own mouth to lube it up, remove it and hold it against her opening. She eventually relaxed enough to let the tip slide in. He moved it back out and repeated the process, allowing her to widen gradually over time until he was able to slide the whole thing in. Once she was plugged, she smacked her left asscheek, got up and sat back in the chair. "I'm just going to enjoy this view for a bit before heading down to the bar to grab a drink and some food. I might even see if I can make a few friends and invite them back to the room," he said. She looked over at him nervously, then said, "Yes, Sir." "Good, Slut. We'll see how you like being fucked over and over again today." And with that, he got up and left the room, leaving her on all fours with two toys inside her. She could still taste his cum on her lips, feel it inside her, and knew that he owned her holes a little longer on this day.... The KA Series 03 She was nervous, having called up a guy she used to work with. They had had a previous tryst one time after a holiday party, outside in his car after the event ended. She remembered he had been rough, and she had been exploring that side of herself in recent weeks. She thought he might be exactly what she needed since people at her online chat sites had been working her sexuality up into a frenzy for those same number of weeks. She got dressed in a pair of jeans, sexy white lace bra, and mostly see through top that accentuated her bra and the 34DD breasts they held within. She liked having her tits on display, her nipples becoming more sensitive over the last few years. She remembered he had been especially rough on them during their first hookup, and was secretly hoping that would be the case again. He showed up at her apartment and she invited him in for a drink while they decided what they wanted to do. They decided on going out to a club and having more drinks there and sat down on her couch to catch up a bit. In the course of the conversation, she opened up about some of her recent sessions she had been subjected to online by her doms. Just the previous night, she had been given the choice between two punishments for her slutiness, with one being dumping warm candle wax on herself. She accepted that one and her dom made her pour the warm liquid all over her tits and nipples. She loved the look and feel of it, taking pictures with her phone's camera after the wax had hardened. With the awesome photos still fresh on her mind, she had that excited feeling of needing to show someone, so she decided to show him. She confessed about her desire to explore her pleasures through pain as they talked about other things during the first round of drinks. As they finished them, they decided it was time to head out to the club. She excused herself to grab her purse out of her room and got up off the couch and started to head to the back of her apartment. Once inside her room, she walked over to her bed to grab it off the surface when she sensed him coming up behind her. "We need to do something before we go," he whispered in her ear. Before she could turn, his hands were on her back, bending her over and forcing her down onto the bed. His hands quickly moved down to her pants, unbuttoning them, then sliding them down over her hips and knees. She felt his mouth on her pussy right after that, licking her and sucking on her clit. His hands were on her ass spreading her cheeks out, allowing himself better access to her. He kept this up for a long time before flipping her over onto her back, her pants now around her ankles. His head slipped back in between her thighs and he went back to french kissing her pussy. She was so turned on, not having much choice in what was happening to her. He was so assertive, she hadn't had a chance to object before her pants were being torn down. She loved that, and her body responded in kind. He kept at her pussy, working her closer to her first orgasm. Her laying back, grinding her hips into his hungry mouth. She wanted to cum so bad, having had orgasms almost every night, but by her toys and not from a real man. Just before she got there, he pulled back, standing up. "Shall we go out for bit," he said. Knowing the mood was broken, she agreed and pulled her pants back up over her very wet pussy. She gathered herself, grabbed her purse and headed outside to his car with him. They drove down into the city, parking on the street outside the club. There were people walking around everywhere, she noticed. "We have to do something else before we go in," he said. He reached over and quickly unbuttoned her shirt, opening it up wide, exposing her lace white bra and huge tits. She nervously looked to her right, and noticed that her window was cracked open, allowing even more of a view to passersby. As she looked right, she was shocked to see the top of his head as he leaned in and kissed her chest. Using a hand to free one of her nipples, he began sucking on that. She sat there, helplessly allowing him to have his way with her tits. Knowing that if people were to pan to the side, they would see them. He switched over, giving her other nipple some attention, both nipples out, but covered by his body. She felt his hand slide down the front of her jeans now. He slid his fingers between her slit, feeling the moisture that was there. Dipping them in, getting them covered. He sucked for a while longer, moving between them, fingering he a bit more. Finally, he pulled back, pulled his hand out and put his fingers in his mouth. She watched as he tasted her, quickly reaching down to cover her tits from view. She buttoned up her shirt as he opened the door and got out of the car, her following once she was presentable. They went into the club, heading to the bar. She was quite flustered already, unsure how to behave now that he had taken control. All she knew was that she wanted a drink or nine to help her relax and be able to go with the flow of what he wanted from her. As they stood there drinking, his hands would wander across her, touching where he wanted. He would casually lean in and add his mouth to her neck instead of using his hands. It had been a while since she was touched by a man like this, too long. She liked being pawed in front of all the people at the bar. They settled in for a few rounds, her drinking rum and cokes. She was getting nice and drunk and he has decided the time was right to head back to her apartment before she got too drunk to be of any use. The went back outside, climbed into his car, and made the drive back. She keyed them into the apartment and turned on the lights. "Take off all of your clothes," he ordered. She was conscientious about being naked usually, but the alcohol gave her extra courage. She removed her top, then bra, then pants. She was naked now and he led her over to her coffee table outside her kitchen. He bent her over the table and started to spank her ass with his hands. She stood there taking the strikes, loving each one. He reddened her ass nicely, then felt in between her legs for the moisture he was sure would be there. He added some kissing and biting from behind, starting at her neck and shoulders, working his way down her back and in between her legs from behind. He continued this for a while before standing her up and leading her over to her couch. They laid down and were kissing at first, then he continued kissing all over her body. He added the biting again and then his fingers joined into the action. She had cum once at the coffee table and he worked her over on the couch until she came again for him. They stayed there for a while longer until he got up and led her to the bed. He pushed her down again and began fingering her pussy from behind as she lay on her stomach. He used a single finger at first, then added a second. He finally added a third and she felt nicely used now. She writhed and moaned for him, showing her pleasure. She felt him grab her legs and flip her over so she was on her back. Now instead of licking and sucking on her pussy and tits, he began slapping them. He would slap her clit, then her nipple, then reach up and twist. He cycled from one to the other and over again. Repeating this process for a long time, seeing the juices cover his hands after he would slap her clit. She would moan with each contact, loving the feeling of her body being handled so roughly. She wanted him and tried to touch him but her hands were pushed away. He was in control and her body was the focus tonight. He was calling her a dirty whore and telling her how slutty she looked as he was groping her. "What toys do you have, Slut?" he inquired. She told him that she had a dildo, a clit stimulator, and a g-spot toy. He made her get up and get them and then had her lay back down again. He put the g-spot toy inside her, then held the clit stimulator against her pussy. She thrashed openly now, not noticing that her windows were open. She moaned loud enough that after the fact, she was certain that her neighbors must have heard her getting abused. He continued to work on her pussy, forcing another orgasm. He then switched up toys, keeping the clit stimulator on her, but replacing the g-spot toy with the classic dildo. He fucked her roughly with that one, her loving it all the same. He went to town on her, taking his time, working her up to another climax. She loved this new feeling and took every thrust from her dildo. She wanted him so badly now, probably would have done anything he asked to get his cock. But he was disciplined, using only her toys. He kept pounding her pussy with the dildo until she hit another uncontrollable moment and came. Then he withdrew the toys and noted how late it had become. He suggested they get some rest and she did not object because he wad worked her pussy over so nicely. She passed out in his arms, him behind her. She woke up in the same position, but this time his hand had moved around her torso and was right in between her legs. His fingers were rubbing her wet pussy, spreading her lips, taunting her clit. His hand was on her neck now, holding her in place. He was making it apparent that her body was still his. He eventually flipped her around to face him, then went back to kissing, biting, and eating her out. She could tell that he really enjoyed her body as he worked her to another orgasm. At one point, she had decided to reach down and touch his cock. She wanted it, even if to only stroke. He pushed her hand away and told her no, but after her latest orgasm, he shifted up between her legs as she lay there on her back. He slid right inside her well spread lips, already having lubricated them with mouth. He fucked into her like that, her moaning again like the whore that she was. She let him have his way with her pussy, loving the feeling of his cock, finally getting it inside her. He had withheld it for so long from her that she had built up the anticipation. He continued talking dirty to her, letting her know that he owned her pussy as long as he was here. She was more wet than she had been all night, needing to have a cock inside her. Her body feeling sore from all the punishment it had taken, her pussy lips finally being able to be wrapped tightly around a cock. He picked up the pace and finally came, collapsing on top of her. He pulled out and got dressed shortly afterwards, needing to get to work later that morning. She lay there in bed, ravaged. The soreness really began to set in then, soreness that began in her well fucked and fingered pussy and emanated across her well spanked ass. She reached down, going across her slapped nipples, then down to her smacked clit. She peered down, seeing a small bruise forming on her right breast and loved it. She liked having a reminder of a great night's events. Something she could flaunt to one of her online doms. The thought of having to tell people, which she knew one of them would force her to do, turned her on all over again. She wanted to brag about what a slut she was becoming, needed to. And she knew that she would get that opportunity. Once he left, she immediately grabbed her computer and signed in to her online Yahoo and Chatsite accounts to seek out ears for her stories. It only took a few minutes for her to achieve her goal and relive the night all over again, shyly at first in the public room, then more open with one of her doms. She smiled knowing that he enjoyed hearing about how slutty she was, but was also a little disappointed that her belt and candles did not get to make appearances during the activities. That would come on her next escapade.