0 comments/ 34950 views/ 0 favorites What J Wants By: mforj It was 7:30 and the party didn't start until 8:30 but the babysitter wasn't early. We'd made plans for a considerable detour on the way. J came down the stairs looking radiant and slightly flushed - but also a little nervous. "I'm sorry I took so long" she said, "ready now". I looked at the clinging top that she was wearing and the long slit at the side of her flowing skirt and nodded approvingly. "You look good .. you look ready " She replied quietly, "I am". We drove along in the darkness with her favourite tracks playing on the CD. She was still and quiet but her breathing was growing faster as we approached the dark, deserted car park. As I pulled on the handbrake she spoke "Now, please?" I turned towards her and saw the wild expression in her eyes. She needed punishment from me .. I slapped her face. "What have you done to deserve it?" Her eyes were downcast as she told me how she'd spent her afternoon. After lunch she had started to fantasise about us and about how she could provoke me. She'd logged on to a chat room and changed her name to "sub-slut". Of course she was approached by a number of men immediately and she chose the one who had written most vividly of what he required of a slut and went with him to a private chat space. She had obeyed his every cyber-request and felt herself getting aroused as his erratic typing and short messages betrayed what effect the chat was having on him. When he had come and quickly gone she went back to the room and repeated the process. It excited her to think of man after man taking his cock in his hand and feeling it throbbing as he squeezed and the cum poured from it. It also excited her to think of me becoming angry with her when she told me. I knew exactly what she wanted and I refused to punish her any more until I was ready. She pleaded with me to touch her .. anything .. and said she had obeyed the first of my firm instructions .. she hadn't had an orgasm all day. As she spoke she was leaning forward on the seat, writhing against it to try and satisfy the lust she was now experiencing. When I asked if she'd also obeyed the second she flung herself back on the seat and lifted her skirt .. she was freshly shaved and without panties. As I saw her legs part it was obvious how worked up she had become. Although she'd showered just before dressing, her sex lips were now glistening with fresh moisture. I promised her she would get what she wanted soon and made her get out of the front of the car. Opening the rear door wide, I told her to kneel on the seat, face down against the black leather. I hitched her skirt up over her hips and admired her from behind. There was no doubt that she was desirable, available and desperate. She needed a good fuck and I was about to give her one. My cock slid in the wetness as I teased her clit before I pushed slowly into her warm, open cunt. She gasped and pleaded with me. "Fuck me, please! Fuck me hard!" She knew that I would - I never disappoint her when we get this far. I slid easily into her wetness and buried the length of my cock in her slippery cunt. I felt myself growing stiffer as she pushed herself back against me. The cheeks of her arse were meeting my body with every thrust and I decided to give her more. With hardly a pause in the rhythm I pulled out .. grasped my cock and moved it up an inch .. the next thrust took me deep into her arse .. making her cry out in surprise .. but push back on me all the more. "Fill me up, please .. I want it now" I felt her body grow closer to an unstoppable climax and held her waist to pull her back even harder against me. Her moans were muffled as she pressed her face to the leather car seat. Around my cock she felt so soft yet so tight .. so hot! She gasped for air as I felt her first contraction gripping me .. and at the same time as she heaved and gasped under me I let an incredible wave of pleasure shoot the first of my cum deep into her. After two more spurts I pulled out .. slipping my cock into her gaping cunt to finish pouring my hot white cum into my eager slut. She was still breathless from her orgasm when she turned her face up to me. "Punish me more, now, please" she begged. I grinned down at where she was looking up at me. I saw her face pleading, her skirt gathered around her waist and her arse in the air. Her flesh was shining in the moonlight with my cum and her juices spread around arse, cunt and the top of her legs. "Yes, J, I will punish you. You can spend the entire evening feeling wet, sticky and messy. You won't put on any panties and you won't clean yourself up in any way. Come to the party and make small talk with everyone. But remember, every time I you see me looking at you, that there's more to come." What J Wants Ch. 2 I made J write down her memories of what happened at the party. These are her words. Every slight movement reminded me of your demand. The warm, sticky feelings on my thighs reminding me that this was part of my punishment ..... but also that there was more to come. Once you even leant into me and whispered that you could smell me. God I was mortified. What if others could also?? But I knew I didn't dare go and clean up. We didn't know too many people at the party, but we're both sociable, so didn't find it hard to chat. More than once we were asked if we were married, to which you laughed and replied "No, she's not my wife, she's my slut". You said it in a way that made it impossible for people to know if you were joking or not. People usually changed the subject quickly! Circulating some more we came to a group of four men. We joined the conversation easily, and once again the question was asked, you gave the same reply. "But she doesn't look too sluttish to me" one protested. "No, then put your hand up her skirt and feel for yourself" you instructed him. He did. "Sticky thighs" he murmured. "Yes, we made a detour on the way here" was your smiling response. He reached further. The excitement and humiliation had, of course, made me so wet that his finger slipped easily inside me, making me gasp. The others watched, fascinated. He rubbed his finger inside me, then pulled out. "Lick his finger clean" you instructed me. I did. We were standing so that most other people in the room wouldn't be aware of what we were doing, but had anyone wanted to see, they would have. Man number two followed. He couldn't believe how submissive I was, how I let these men touch me. Quickly he touched, commented, retreated. Man number three did the same, but was different. He was good. He had the nerve to rub my clit with his thumb at the same time as his finger fucked me. Closing my eyes and groaning, I reached out to hold your arm, to steady me. Laughing, you told me I didn't dare cum. Luckily number three pulled out, wondering aloud what you would do to me should I disobey you. Man number four was gauche, it felt awkward and uncomfortable. You saw my discomfort and laughed again. At this point, one of the wives appeared. She looked at the scene, wrinkling her nose in distaste at me. Oh you poor naive bitch, I thought to myself. If only you knew. Bet you've never had pleasure as intense as this!! You told me we were leaving, thank God. By this time I was beside myself. I really needed to cum. Driving along in the car you gave me permission to do so, while you told me what was to happen next. "When we get home, I'm going to take off my belt and whip you four times. You are a slut, and I obviously can't trust you home alone each day, so I'm going to mark you. Once on each bum cheek, and once across each nipple. Then and only then, when your skin is burning with my mark, will I give you what you need." "And if you ask .. no, beg me .. I'll flick the belt once more and your clit will be tender tonight." What J Wants Ch. 3 What she needed of course was pain. To let me dominate and hurt her. The more I took control the more she lost control. Her only will was to be used, perhaps abused, by me. Struggling to appear normal, she paid the babysitter and said goodbye. Standing in the middle of the room, she looked at me and I watched her tremble. Looking into her eyes I saw fear and dread mixed with excitement and lust for what she knew was to follow. I made her keep eye contact with me for a minute or more, knowing that to her it must have felt like an age. I deliberately kept my eyes flat and hard, a promise of what was to come. "Go upstairs now and prepare yourself, wash your dirty cunt, slut". My voice was harsh and angry. She shivered, closing her eyes for a second, then complied. I followed her up the stairs, lightly caressing her bum as she walked. She stripped quickly and showered. Back in the bedroom, I waited for her. I held five red silk scarves. As she entered the room her breathing became quick and shallow, her nipples hard. She was ready for this, she wanted this. "Lie on the bed slut, and don't dare struggle" Of course she wouldn't. She wanted the domination, the total surrender of control, the fear of what I would do to her. I tied her arms and legs to each corner of the bed, then tied the remaining scarf across her eyes. She was near orgasm at the thought of what was to come. I held back, not touching, not moving......... just waiting. Waiting for her to lose control. She couldn't hear me, couldn't see, couldn't anticipate my next move. Groaning she struggled in her bonds. As she enjoyed the torment of her helplessness, I moved silently to the bed. As I grew close, I let her feel my breath on her face. She reached up towards me, wanting my mouth, but I retreated. Slowly I began to unbuckle my belt. She knew what I was doing and tensed. Her whole body began to tremble now, she moaned, grinding her hips in sweet anticipation........ but I kept her waiting. Removing my clothes I knelt in between her legs. Looking down I could see how wet her cunt had become already. I wanted that taste in my mouth, but I wasn't ready to give either of us that pleasure yet. Gently, I began to move my leather belt over her skin. Her gasps became moans then groans as she enjoyed the teasing, anticipated the pain. Her nipples caught my attention. They were large, firm and ready. Without warning I whacked her hard across one nipple with the belt. She yelped, her body convulsing on the bed. Before she could recover I repeated the blow on the other nipple. "You are a dirty slut aren't you Julia?" Her body was writhing, hips thrusting up at the air. She couldn't talk, could hardly think, the pleasure she received from the whipping threatening to send her over the edge. "Answer me, slut!" I demanded. "Yes... yes" she managed to croak at me. "So what do we do to sluts who can't behave?" I asked. "Oh god, oh god.......... oh please..... we ...... we mark them'' she finally gasped out. "Yes, that's right. Now beg me to mark you, Julia" "Please Marcus, I want you, I want you to mark my body. Make it yours. Please let me feel the pain." Again, I whipped her naked tits, welt marks starting to show red against her white skin. While she tried to recover, I ran my fingers lightly across her obviously tender skin. Gently, tenderly, then hard, taking handfuls of her tits and squeezing, sqeezing the nipples, pushing the flat of my hand against her, making her feel the pressure. It was too much, her orgasm came hard and was unstoppable. Her voice was hoarse and rasping, her breath catching as she moaned her pleasure. Not wanting to let her come down, I spread her cunt lips, quickly finding her clit and teasing it just the way she liked it. Then a quick flick with the belt sent her bucking off the bed. The pain this time was almost too much........ her groans sounding real. Yet still she came. "You're enjoying this too much slut. I think you need more." With that I untied her legs and arms and dragged her towards the wardrobe. It had ornate wooden posts at the top, just right to hook the scarf round and high enough for her to have to stretch her arms out. She faced the wardrobe and I pulled her waist back slightly so she was pulling at the restraints and her arse was arched and ready. Pushing her feet apart, I studied the view. My cock was pulsing hard at the thought of her soon to be very red bottom. Not even giving her time to think I quickly inserted a greased butt plug into her ready hole, then used the belt on her bare backside. Again she convulsed, pulling on the restraints. I hit her again and again until she was very, very red. Obviously the tightening of her arse sending spasms where she gripped the plug. Grabbing her arse in my hands, I felt the heat from the whipping. Her legs started to collapse as she orgasmed again, so I quickly let her down and half carried her to the bed. I fucked her then - Hard and deep the way she liked it. The way she liked to feel my pubic hair against her raw skin, feeling me deep within her. I came almost immediately. The sight of her total abandon making me want to join her. I fucked her through my orgasm, slowing but never stopping. The steady rhythm continued, building up more desire in both of us. My stiffness hardly left me and when I felt myself ready again I quickly turned her over and she wrapped her legs hard around my back, pulling me to her. We rocked together in a slow, sensual fuck - touching, feeling, kissing, wanting. We stayed that way for what felt like hours, just fucking and touching. Eventually neither of us could hold back the desire and we each read the signals in the other's breathing and movement, felt the irresistible urge to release and finally lunged as we came together. We pushed hard against each other, feeling the pulses of each other's bodies, listening to the pleasure we had given .. and then collapsed in total, helpless, satisfied exhaustion.