0 comments/ 13279 views/ 0 favorites His Way By: lynnluck Lynn looked at her phone and saw his text, "Come now" she knew what it meant as she grabbed her bag and ran for the door. Such a text only meant one thing...and if he didn't get that one thing from her soon there would be consequences. As she drove she thought back to their shared past and the rekindling of some of the fun times the future had in store. She knew that she was nothing special to look at and at 5'2" with mousy brown hair she didn't exactly stand out. She had nice DD tits that begged to be touched and some seriously thick thighs and a quiet nature. Her quiet nature made her seem much more innocent than who she really was. Mike was tall, muscular, solid type of man. The way he walked and moved made it clear that he was a leader even when he was laughing. His friends and girlfriends always seemed to look to him with his easy-going nature but they didn't seem to catch on that he directed the party and the nightly outings. He was the leader of the pack whether they knew it or not What they never really saw was his demanding side. Lynn had seen it and liked it. They had accidentally met and become intimate and they each discovered one another's secret side, her desire to play/please and his desire for control through pleasure. She finally arrived and jumped into the passenger seat of his truck. With one look from him she moved her head and hand into his lap as he drove out of the parking lot...her hand slowly tracing the outline of his increasingly thickening cock. Mike continued to drive to a new location while she teased and touched his thick shaft over his pants until she whispered softly, "please." His hand moved from the steering wheel to her tit sliding underneath the shirt and bra to squeeze her tit and play with her nipple and Lynn moaned with pleasure. The darkening of an enclosure made Lynn ask where they were but Mike refused to answer. He parked his truck, climbed out and opened the 3/4 door and motioned for her to climb out from the trucks cab. As Lynn climbed out she looked around and noticed that they were in a parking garage. She began to worry what was going to happen and she knew she had to be at work in 20 minutes. What Lynn failed to notice is that with the drivers door open as well as the ¾ door directly behind they were partially obscured from the few cars parked in the area. Lynn looked up at Mike. Mike only said, "Suck." She got to her knees on the public garage floor and unzipped his pants and his thick erection popped out. What Mike didn't know was how much she enjoyed pleasuring him with her mouth and Lynn happily started to lick her way from the base to the tip of his hard cock. She knew some of what he liked and cupped his balls as her mouth licked and tasted his hard cock. Slowly swirling her tongue around the ridge at its head till he moaned with pleasure Mike enjoying his view of her mouth busy at work on his hard cock decided to take a quick picture as she looked up at him, her brown eyes showing her arousal while seeking approval. His thick cock hardened and his cum shot from his cock as he came. Lynn struggled to swallow and licked her lips. They climbed back into the cab of the truck and when he got to her car to drop her off he demanded to play with her wet pussy in the parking lot. He knew she would be wet and as he pulled her skirt up and lightly touched her soaked panties made him smile. "When you get out of work you will head to my house, shower and await instructions. Do not text me. Do not call me. Sit and wait patiently." He directed. "No one is home and you will be pleasing me," he tells Lynn as his fingers slide into her wet pussy. "Do you understand?" Lynn replies softly, "Yes, but..." "No buts. You will do this and you will wonder just what I have planned for tonight. Do you understand?" Lynn's reply was a moan as his fingers touched her clit. "Yesss." Mike smiled to himself as he checked his phone later while out with friends. He knew his night was going to be very fun and the picture made him smile. Just as he saw her working and knew her mind was racing over what he had planned for the evening. As the evening progressed and the restaurant slowed down Lynn finally got a chance to check her cell phone. She smiled when she saw the text with his directions. Shower, naked, kneel in bedroom, ben wa balls. Stay in bedroom. Those words made her wonder just what his plan was tonight. She knew he had a girlfriend. Knew that the girlfriend lived with him. So just what was he planning. They never played at his house. It wasn't allowed. Despite her questions she wanted to follow his orders. Their 'fun time', as she considered it, was more than fun. He understood that she had a submissive side. He understood that she was naughty and that it turned her on that no one knew. She had been to his condo before for a party. She knew the layout and area. She drove to the condo and parked in the visitor section and quickly walked to the front door. It was unlocked and she stepped quietly in. Not knowing how soon he would arrive and not daring to text and ask she ran up the stairs and into the bathroom off the master bedroom to shower. The hot water caressing her shoulders made her body relax but her mind was racing at what he may have planned for the evening. Her nipples were already hard as she washed her heavy chest. She finished quickly and dried off with a towel that had been laid out. He had not told her how he wanted her hair done so she towel dried it as best as possible and left it to air dry. She walked quickly to her bag and removed a box with the ben wa balls she had taken to carrying with her at all times. Their weight and simplicity always surprised her as she slowly put each one in her mouth and then carefully pushed them past her pussy lips. Lynn was soaked already and knew he would be pleased. She knelt down and began her wait. Nipples hard. Pussy wet. Mind racing. Feeling the balls move within her at each shift in movement. Clenching her pussy muscles so they remained inside her wet pussy. In what seemed like hours she heard noise, men laughing and talking. She could hear them enter the condo and was trying to get a sense of how many people were there and what was going to happen. Her mind racing and beginning to worry she heard someone moving up the stairs as the others talked and laughed below. "Well done slut," Mike said as he walked over and tweaked her nipple and pulled at her hair. "You will stay up here and not make a sound. You will listen to us below. Now lay back on the floor." Lynn did as ordered without question and Mikes hand moved to caress her pussy. One finger teasingly testing the ben wa balls and moving on to her clit. Touching softly so that she began to whimper. "No sounds now. I will return but you will listen to our entertainment below. Lick my finger clean. Suck it slut." Lynn did as he asked, tasting her pussy juice on his fingers and wondering what was going to happen to her. He walked down the stairs and the laughter of the men below increased as he spoke to them, "that's my kind of slut." Had he told them all she was upstairs? What about their agreement not to share their experiences together? Lynn lay on the rug, pussy leaking and the ben wa balls moving a tiny bit with every breath she took as the sounds of sex and good-natured laughter became louder. Mike had left the door open. Lynn could hear a woman moan and ask to take it in the ass. She heard panting and the slap of cock and balls against an ass. The sounds the men made complimenting the woman confused her. Like she wasn't ever there. The moaning sounds got louder and the guys downstairs were laughing about asses being fucked. Lynn soon realized that they were watching porn. Every sexual sound she heard was from a porno and it was turning her on. She was laying in the bedroom at the top of the stairs and knew if anyone came up the stairs they would see her legs spread and her soaked pussy immediately. Lynn closed her eyes and tried to block out the sounds of the men and the porn. Finally she heard the men starting to leave and her heart leapt as she knew Mike would have his hands, lips and cock on or in her soon. Lynn's fingers traced her tits, slowly circling her hard nipples. Her fingers moved to her soaked pussy. She needed to cum. She needed it badly. As her fingers slowly dipped between her pussy lips in search of her clit she heard Mike's voice, "That is mine and you may not play with it." Lynn quickly pulled her fingers out of her pussy but her quick movement caused a quick shift with the ben wa balls. They moved and pushed against the walls of her inner pussy and she let out a long low moan. "Get on your knees and suck," Mike whispered fiercely as he stood before the bed. Lynn moved to her knees, her body shaking with need as she quickly moved before him and unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper. Lynn's quick movements betrayed her body's lust and Mike smiled at her movements and then sighed as her mouth found his throbbing cock. Lynn could feel his cock pulsing and increasing in size as she moved her mouth around him. Sucking him in everyway she knew he liked. One hand cupping his balls and the other hand moving up and down in rhythm to her mouth and its assault on Mikes thick cock. Mike's sudden withdrawal of his cock from her mouth had her looking up at him in desperation. "What...Why?" Lynn asked. "You followed my orders very well tonight. My rug is soaked to prove it", he said with a smile as he guided her to the bed. Laying her down hips on the edge he knelt between her legs. Lynn's legs shaking so badly as he spread them apart. He smiled as he viewed her soaked pussy. His mouth descending upon her pussy his tongue going straight to her clit as she moaned out and came quickly, her hips jerking, her pussy flooding even more and the ben walls moving inside her as her pussy walls clenched at them again and again. He only let her rest a moment before taking her hand and walking with her to the bathroom. "Kneel", he commanded. Lynn did so carefully next to the toilet. He looked at her as he took her hand and placed it on his cock. "I need to pee. Assist me." With one hand on his cock aiming at the toilet bowl she placed her other hand on his balls slowly cupping and caressing as he peed. "Go stand before the bed slut." Mikes gruff voice ordered as he finished. Lynn moved slowly to stand before the bed aware of the ben wa balls still smuggled in her pussy. Suddenly Mike's hands grasped at Lynn's tits. Each hand over flowing as he massaged and possessed his voice whispered into my ear, "MINE". His hands left her tits and moved down her soft body to find her pussy where his fingers probed and caressed. Then slowly pulling at the string attached to the balls he pulled them out. Lynn felt so empty without them in her yet she wasn't given time to dwell upon it as Mike pushed her head and shoulders to the mattress and grabbing her hips he plunged his thick cock into her drenched pussy. The fullness startled her as he had the biggest cock she had ever played with. One, two, three thrusts and he pulled out and placed a thumb on her ass. She knew his love of her ass. The control of it. His desire to do with it as he chose. His finger pushed against Lynn's ass as she whimpered for him to go back to her pussy. "No", he said. "My little slut will please me." He put the head of his cock against her ass and began the slow torturous act of fucking it. Mike liked to go slow when he fucked her ass. He enjoyed the fact that no man had been there before and that with each thrust he made Lynn's pussy would become wetter. She was his naughty slut. His thrusts became more powerful with each noise that escaped her mouth. His movements became faster until he stopped deep in her ass, grabbing her hair, his voice commanded, "whose slut are you?" Lynn's voice, shaky at best replied, "Yours." Mike then asked her, "What can I do?" "Any thing you want." She replied. He suddenly withdrew from her ass and turned her around, his hands in her hair and said, "suck". His cock at her lips. Lynn knew what he wanted and her lips parted to take him in her mouth. Lynn's mind raged at the offense yet her mouth and body strove to retain his pleasure. Mike's pleasure did not take long to arrive as he came hard in her mouth. Lynn struggled to swallow his cum. "Go clean up" he ordered as he left the room. Lynn moved to the bathroom slowly. Each step a reminder of this thick cock invading all of her. She both hated and loved that he knew how naughty she like to be she thought to herself as the warm soothing water from the shower covered her body. She stepped out and dried her body as he bellowed for her, "Get your ass in here!" Lynn quickly went to him and stood clutching the towel around her awaiting his next order. Mike looked her over and took the towel from her. He moved her to the bed and she fell back on it unsure of what was coming next. His body lowered down beside hers and his hand caressed her tits till his mouth could join them. Lynn's shoulders shook and her breath increased as Mike played and teased her nipples. Pulling, licking, sucking them. His hand moved to her sensitive pussy and began to tease her clit while he lay on his side and maneuvered her body so that her back was to him and they were both on their sides. Lynn could feel his thickness against her and moved her leg up and over his to allow him better access to her pussy. His cock slowly entered her pussy from behind. Mike slowly rocked his cock in and out of her wet tight pussy as he whispered in Lynn's ear, "You are staying tonight and I will be waking you up with my cock in your ass or mouth." Lynn came hard as he whispered his plans for her and a moment later he whispered, "Suck" into her ear. She moved and put her mouth on his cock and sucked him till he groaned and came hard. She swallowed his cum as her mind raced ahead. She lay next to him naked in the bed while he slept with one hand on her tit and exhaustedly thought, tomorrow is going to be a good day. His Way to Shop It was mid-December and the shopping-centre was packed with holiday shoppers. He had a lot of things to buy, but there was always time to enjoy undressing mentally all the women around him in their short, translucent summer outfits. Especially fond of finding panty-lines, he was carrying an erection from observing a young woman walking in front of him wearing a bright yellow bikini-top and cotton culottes through which the bottom half of her bikini could be seen. He had followed her discreetly for a while, his eyes glued to her behind, only to have his excitement rise further after spotting two well-endowed girls wearing short white dresses, backless with halter tops, which contrasted sharply with their smooth brown skin. They looked like they had come straight from four weeks at the beach. He followed the pair as closely as he dared, delighted to see the distinctive outlines of G-strings clearly visible through the thin fabric of their outfits. Unfortunately they turned into the carpark, where he knew a discreet pursuit would become impossible. His erection subsided as he found his mouth suddenly dry, and he decided to buy a drink from the Wendys booth on the second-floor. That was where he saw her for the first time. She was tall and had long red hair with fair skin. She was dressed in costume as a can-can dancer, and as she turned from the counter with a drink in hand, he was overwhelmed by the sight of her gorgeous long curvy body crammed into a tight red and black strapless bustier laced up the front over her full can-can skirt. She was having trouble drinking her milkshake while holding a large number of leaflets, and suddenly she was standing in a pond of pink papers spilled all around her. He bent down to retrieve them for her, standing quickly with his share of them to enjoy a spectacular view down the top of her bustier as she continued to gather the remainder from the floor. She looked up into his face and caught the direction of his gaze, although he immediately turned his attention to the top leaflet in his hand and read aloud. " 'Exclusive Lingerie - when the look and feel are more important than the price. Free gift wrapping when you present this advertisement.'" He gave her a friendly grin. "So let me guess, you're the lucky one who has to walk around all day handing these out." Her voice was appealing - slightly husky but with a cultured, newsreader tone. "Yes, well, it's certainly not the most exciting job I've ever had but at least the outfit they've given me is well-ventilated, as you can see. Thanks for helping me - take one yourself if you like." She smiled brilliantly at him, and he found he had to look away from her sparkling green eyes to keep his mind focussed on the conversation. He thought quickly. "Thanks. Actually, I was just heading towards your place right now." He paused while she put her drink and papers down on a bench and lifted her foot on to it, pulling up her skirt to reveal white petticoats, with a lovely long leg clad in a black gold-buckled high-heel and sheer dark nylon stockings with a black seam running up her calf and thigh. As he had anticipated, her stockings were supported by suspenders, red and black. She ran both hands along her leg to smooth the material and straighten the seam, then repeated the process on the other leg. He felt his penis start to rub again inside his boxer shorts, and his pulse quickened as he admired her long legs on display. As they walked together through the crush of shoppers, she chatted about working in the shop and about the various costumes and promotions her manager seemed to think increased sales. He made her laugh when he asked her about the potential of an expansion into male lingerie: G-strings for men, for example. She said she was sure most men wouldn't have the nerve to buy underwear like that, that they'd be afraid people would think they were gay or something, or they'd be concerned about the shape of their backsides. "Well, I'm not gay and I'd probably try one if they were more easily available," he assured her. "I'm glad to hear it and I must say I can't see you having any problems where shape is concerned," she said, giving him an unexpected, discreet pinch on the bottom, making him jump. "I work in fashion parades quite often so I'm used to wearing them... and seeing them on the male models, which is even better." He struggled to keep the conversation going in a casual tone, as though having his bottom pinched by a stunning model in public was the sort of thing which happened to him all the time. "And you'd see all the latest styles as they arrive, I suppose?" "Sure. I get all my underwear from work - bras, knickers, nighties..." "Well, that's lucky because... you might be able to help me. I need to find something for a female friend..." "Sure, what size is she?" "Um... the actual number’s just popped out of my mind at the moment, but you know, yes, I think she'd be about YOUR height and shape - she looks terrific in almost anything." She rewarded him with another smile for his indirect compliment. As they walked into the tucked-away boutique with another woman at the register and only a few other customers about, she picked up a catalogue from the counter and told him to come through into the office, explaining that men often felt a bit embarrassed to be seen loitering among the lingerie. He followed her into a small back room where they sat on chairs next to each other to look through the catalogue together. "Now, are you wanting something she can wear all the time, like under workclothes, or something a little more daring, for the special occasions, shall we say?" "Probably more like the second case, I guess." "Good - that's more my speciality. How do you think she'd feel about wearing a G-bodysuit in lace like this one? A woman can feel really special, knowing she’s walking around wearing something so sheer and provocative next to her skin, and I suspect you may find the effect rubs off, shall we say." Her knowing tone was making his throat dry again. "Sounds great - could I look at one?" "Of course - what colour would you like? We have black, red or ivory in stock, or others can be ordered." "How about black?" "That will be fine. Now, since I've just made you a VIP customer for being so helpful and for not screaming when I pinched you before, we can offer you a very special service. Just sit right where you are and keep an eye on... the situation. Oh, and feel free to lock the door behind me for your own... convenience." He watched her re-enter the shop floor, select a black bodysuit from an ornate rack and take it with her into the changing rooms. He was puzzled as to what to do next and was about to go after her, but the indignity of being thrown out of a ladies changing rooms would be far too great, and the other female assistant was very busy at the counter. Instead he turned his attention to the small, basic office he was in. She had suggested locking the door: for that reason, he did so. On the desk, he saw various folders, a computer and a locked wooden box of about the same size, and a key with a tag labelled "Monitor". The lock on the box appeared to be the same make as the key. He was in two minds about trying the lock, since looking like a thief would be much more serious than invading the change-rooms, but as minutes passed with no sign of his attractive companion, he decided it was worth investigating. Unlocking the box, he discovered another monitor more like a TV set than a computer screen. He turned it on and noticed that the channels could be selected at the touch of a button. It was already tuned to channel 1 and as the screen cleared, it became obvious that he was watching a closed-circuit television, monitoring activity in each of the changing rooms. His erection was immediate and rock-solid and his body started to shake slightly. Never in his most voyeuristic dreams had he imagined he would be handed the opportunity for such enjoyable wickedness. The slatted door to the room in view opened and a petite young woman with short blonde hair entered, carrying several bags. He recalled seeing her earlier, outside another shop, where her trim, pert backside in tight jeans had attracted his attention for several enjoyable moments. He watched as she put down her bags, stepped out of her sandals, and began to unbuckle her belt and jeans. The camera angle suggested that the filming was being done from behind the mirror itself. With sudden anxiety, the man looked again at the door into the main shop, stepped quickly to it, checked again that it was locked. If anyone came and knocked, he would have time to close and lock the box and replace the key without suspicion. Now he had the freedom to sit down, unzip his pants and free his swollen cock which demanded urgent attention. As he began to fondle himself in his favourite way, he watched the blonde step into a very brief dark blue G-string, pull it up snugly around herself, and lift her T-shirt as she turned to examine her appearance from all angles. Her cute bottom was beautifully firm and inviting - the kind any man would love to hold and caress. Apparently satisfied with what she saw, the young woman stepped out of the new underwear again, momentarily revealing a flash of the small blonde bush between her thighs before she pulled her knickers and jeans back on and left the cubicle. He slowed the pace of his self-pleasuring as he hit the buttons for the other channels. The next two rooms were empty but in number four were two young women who were trying on various chemises and nighties, as if preparing for an upmarket slumber party. Wearing the same two chemises together, they posed for the mirror with their arms around each other's waist. There was no sound from the monitor but it was obvious they were giggling continuously as they compared themselves in their satin lingerie. He lost interest in the pair as thoughts of his redhead can-can dancer returned to his mind. He found her in room six, and the sight of her almost made him climax on the spot. She had removed her dress, bustier, suspender belt, stockings and shoes and was standing in front of the mirror wearing only the black lace G-bodysuit. She was turning slowly, admiring her body from all sides. Her shapely bottom came into view, almost completely exposed, and looking back over her shoulder at her reflection, she ran her hands very slowly over the cheeks before turning back and concentrating on smoothing the material across her flat stomach. Her breasts were full, contained only by the lacy pattern, and staring intently into the mirror, she raised her hands to her breasts and held them for a moment as if assessing their shape and weight. She seemed pleased, and smiled as she used her thumbs and middle fingers to play with each nipple, encouraging them to push out hard against the thin fabric. His need to see her naked became overwhelming. He whispered to the screen pleadingly: "Oh please, take it off, yes, please..." As if in answer, she took hold of the threads on her shoulders and lifted them slowly, deliberately, sexily, pausing slightly before slipping them slowly down her arms, letting her breasts fall free from the top of the suit, sliding it from her waist and down the delicious length of her smooth legs. Now totally nude, she picked up the lacy garment, and as if going through a huge yawning stretch, raised herself on the balls of her feet to arch her back and thrust her hands into the air, placing her whole body under tension. Her patch of trimmed pubic hair stood out starkly in the middle of her skin which was flawless except for a small mole on one side of her navel. With his hand tugging away furiously, he watched her lie down on the carpet and push the soles of her feet up against the mirror, giving him the perfect view between her spread legs. She used her long fingers to spread her labia open gracefully for him: wide petals of soft flesh, shimmering with moisture under the shop lights. She was teasing the upper part of the lips, letting her thumb roll across the little wet bud of her clitoris again and again. And then she slid two fingers of her left hand deeply into her open cunt, churning them slowly around and around inside. She pulled them out and raised them to her lips, extending her tongue to lick them lightly, and then slip first one and then the other inside her mouth where her lips closed around them and she sucked on them hard, always ensuring the mirror saw everything. With her right thumb frigging her clitoris faster and faster, she now thrust three fingers inside her pussy and stroked them in and out furiously. Her fingers stretched her cunt wide and her juices dripped down over her anus as her eyes closed and her composure was thrown away as she fucked herself hard in front of the camera. Her neck strained up and her eyes opened enough for her to look beyond her legs, to see her state of arousal reflected in the mirror and then her body stiffened, her back arched and her buttocks thrust themselves into the air as she spilled into an unstoppable orgasm. Sinking to his knees as his own desire peaked, the watcher stared at her fingers invading the sopping pussy on the screen into which he longed desperately to thrust his cock, and a colossal wave of pleasure immersed him as he shot huge loads of semen onto the carpet beneath the desk, groaning loudly with each enormous release. His forehead sank onto the desk and he lost awareness of his location until there came a sudden knocking at the door. Jumping to his feet in panic, he glimpsed the screen showing a now vacant changing-room as he punched the monitor off, slid the top over the box and closed the lock, replacing the key on the table. Walking to the door, he tucked in his shirt and pulled up his zip, and opened the door to admit his smiling red-haired shop assistant, now re-attired in her can-can costume and carrying a gift-wrapped box. "The article for your friend, sir. If you would like to step over to the counter..." Her gaze descended to his crotch, and his eyes followed hers to reveal a tail from his shirt caught in the zipper. He turned hastily to fix himself up, and when he was ready, she escorted him to the register where he paid for the lingerie in cash. As they prepared to part at the door, she leaned close to him and whispered: "I hope we made today's shopping experience enjoyable?" Turning red, he could only nod as she smiled again and began to talk with another customer. As soon as he got home, he opened the box to discover the black bodysuit of his choice – a garment which almost overwhelmed him with its musky aromas as he raised it to his face. He could almost feel her warmth still inside. -------------------- I wrote this to see if I could handle a male point of view - your votes and email always welcome! xxJK. His Whims for a Day She sat at her computer in their little apartment, typing a trivial email. She was waiting, with her pussy newly shaven and no panties on under her short skirt, just as her man had ordered. She enjoyed this game, it made her feel like a wicked slut, and totally erotic. She knew there was going to be lots of sexual activity when he returned, and she couldn't wait. She rubbed her thighs together in anticipation, reveling in the feeling of hairlessness and the slickness already seeping along her slit. Heath walked through the door, back from his errands with a couple of shopping bags. Kathy jumped up at his entrance, centering her attention completely on him. She restrained the urge to run to him and kiss him, not wanting to spoil the game. He shed his coat and turned to look at her. A crooked smile crossed his face as he admired her appearance in the short skirt and her eagerness to play this game. She looked down at the floor for a moment, then raised her eyes coyly at him. She smiled meekly, inwardly thrilled to play the submissive role in this game. He crossed the distance between them. Swiftly, clinically, he put his hand under her short skirt to make sure he had followed his instructions. She jumped a little, as his hands were cold from being outside. His hands grazing her sensitive, shaved skin made her tremble with anticipation and desire, but she tried very hard to remain still. "Good girl," he purred. Then he knelt, lifted her skirt and licked across her slit twice. She shuddered a little with pleasure, but bit her tongue to keep from vocalizing, he had not given her permission to make noise. "Ready to go, I see," he said as he tasted her wetness. "Well, you'll have to wait a bit, my lovely creature. Wait right here." He fetched his shopping bags and took them upstairs. Kathy stood still, agonizingly turned on by his brief touch and the anticipation of what he might later allow her to do. She squirmed in place, rubbing her thighs together, wishing for relief from this burning need he had begun. For a day, she'd yield to his every whim, doing anything he asked, being his slave. She knew that, at some later date, the tables would turn, and she'd dominate him for a day and rule as queen. But for today, her role was submission. Today, her mission was to please him and do anything he desired. Whether or not she got sexual relief was up to him. After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, Heath came back downstairs with something held behind his back. He told her to close her eyes, and as she did so, he moved behind her and placed something across her throat. Broad and smooth, he buckled what felt like a collar around her neck. She wanted to reach up a hand and determine if it was a collar, but he had not given her permission so she waited. He kissed the back of her neck. He walked around to the front, his eyes raking over her. He smiled. "Now that makes you look like the bad girl I know you are." He grabbed something on the front of the neckpiece and led her forward with it. He took her upstairs into the bathroom and put her in front of the mirror. It was indeed a leather collar; he had been leading her by one of three rings on it. She looked exceedingly wicked and sexy in it. She smiled at his reflection gratefully. She would have thanked him, but he still had not given her permission to speak. Heath grabbed a ring on the front and led her into the bedroom. "Strip wench!" he ordered. As she began shedding her clothes, he removed his own shirt. He walked over to her naked body and walked around her looking her up and down as though he was inspecting a piece of merchandise. He carelessly slapped her ass. She blinked at the impact but did not say anything or move. He smiled to himself at her non-reaction, pleased. He flicked one of her nipples hard. She winced and gasped a little, her nipple hardening from the sharp contact. He looked speculative for a moment due to the sound she had made, then shrugged and walked over to the bed. He grabbed a drapery rope and returned to his waiting wench. He tied her hands together, then used a long piece of rope to attach her hands to her collar. He sat down on the bed, eyed her speculatively. "Come over here and kneel in front of me." She did as she was bid, kneeling with her body upright. She looked up at him attentively, waiting for his next command. He smiled at her obedience. He undid the fly of his pants, pulling out his half-erect cock. Without a word, he reached over, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face over his cock. Kathy knew what to do, and complied happily. Closing her lips over his shaft and sucking in his length. He sighed as she drew into her mouth as much as she could and then slid her mouth back up the shaft. She loved giving him pleasure, she loved knowing that her oral skills would make him cum. She enjoyed giving oral sex almost as much as she enjoyed receiving sexual pleasure. She worked her way up and down his shaft, sliding her tongue back and forth across the underside as his shaft stiffened and expanded. She loved the feel of his fully erect cock in her mouth. She loved to feel the thick warmness of it pressing against her tongue. She loved the slight ache in her jaws and teeth as she strained to take in more of him. He moaned slightly above her, but determined to display his control he interrupted her by pulling her head up by her hair. She looked at him worried, had she displeased him? "Do you want me to cum for you?" he asked her in an expressionless tone, working hard to master himself so that he could play the game of mastering her. She nodded desperately, her eyebrows knit up with concern, trying to figure out what she had done wrong. He smiled reassuringly for a moment at her distraught look. "Not yet, my sweet, we have much more to do…" He got up, zipping himself as he walked behind her. She remained kneeling, with her hands tied behind her, still bent forward at the waist as though to continue the blow job even though he was no longer on the bed. Heath kneeled behind her and ran his fingers along her slit. He heard her suck her breath in. She was getting wetter by the moment. He rubbed her clit, admiring the view that her recent shave afforded of her glistening pussy. He slid a finger into her and she inadvertently moaned. He smacked her hard on her round ass; in her surprise at the sudden sting she pitched forward so far that she almost came unbalanced which would have slammed her face onto the hard floor. Fortunately she recovered her balance and resumed her bent forward position. "I didn't say you could make any noise yet," he said, explaining the slap. As he slid his finger in again, using his other hand to massage her clit, she bit her tongue to keep from vocalizing. In the silence, he could hear her ragged breathing still indicating her arousal. It was fascinating watching her body quiver silently trying to control her reactions to the pleasure he was causing her. He knew, too, that trying to keep that passion in check only served to make the pleasure more exquisite. He felt her muscles begin to tighten with the first wave of orgasm. He withdrew his hands from her skin with reluctance. He would have liked to watch her try to cum silently (she was normally a very vocal girl, and it would have been very interesting to see if she could manage to be noiseless). But he had other plans for her, he wanted to drive her crazy on the edge for quite a while. He dragged her to her feet by the ring on her collar. He led her into the bathroom. On the floor of the shower was suctioned a very large dildo that she had never seen before. He instructed her to kneel, sitting on her heels so that the dildo stood up between her thighs, pressed against her clit and belly. She kneeled there, with the head of the dildo aimed below her navel. She waited nervously for the next command. "Now, I want you to fuck yourself on that dildo," he instructed. Kathy looked up at him with a worried expression, that thing was huge and she had a rather tight, delicate pussy. But the expression on his face allowed for no argument. A pained, resigned expression flashed across her face before she lowered her head in submission. She raised her ass off her heels and positioned herself. The head of the dildo now resting against her pussy, she angled her hips and very slowly lowered herself onto the dildo. She sucked her breath in raggedly, and she grimaced a little with pain as she was penetrated. Heath watched as her shaven labia swelled out, forced apart by the head of the dildo. He watched in fascinating as her clit was stretched out by encompassing the width of the dildo. He brought out her favorite vibrator and pressed it against her clit on a low vibration. As she slowly rocked her body up and down on the dildo, the action of the vibrator and thickness of the dildo were starting to work their magic. Her eyes began to glaze over as the pleasure began to take over. "One more thing, you aren't allowed to cum until I say so," he told her. Her eyes widened in surprise, she looked at him in distress, she wasn't sure she'd be able to control herself if he kept using the vibrator on her, and fucking herself deeply on the dildo was starting to really drive her over the edge. His gaze was stern and she knew she had to try her best not to cum. "Disobedience will get you punished," he threatened. Her concentration turned inward as she tried vainly to stop the waves that were already beginning to spill over. It was too late, as her body began to shudder. Out of control, she drove hard and fast against the dildo to satisfy the power that had taken her. Shaking his head with a smile at her loss of control, Heath continued to torture her with the vibrator as she writhed against it. As her body arched with ecstasy and a moan escaped her lips, he tossed aside the vibrator and dragged her unwilling to her feet by the ring on her collar. She whimpered and trembled with unsatiated need as she was left empty. "Now you'll have to pay the penalty," he said ominously. He turned the knob of the shower and cold water sprayed down upon her. She yelped as the cold water hit her. Her body was chilled but the fiery need was not in the least quenched. Indeed, the contrast of temperatures was painfully sensual and only served to heighten her awareness of her body's craving for sexual fulfillment. She shivered with the conflicting sensations. He turned the water off and commanded her to return to the position she was in and impale herself again on the dildo. She shuddered with need as she lowered herself again onto the dildo. But she did as she was told and sat still upon it, submissive. He stood in front of her, lifted her chin and guided her by the hair to his cock, half erect from watching her orgasm. She took it in her mouth eagerly, but he was not going to let her take her time pleasuring him. "You have disobeyed, I will not make this easy for you," he warned her. He still had her by the hair, and began driving her head hard and fast along his shaft. She had never really been fucked in the mouth before. It was all she could do to control her gag reflex as he pressed again and again against the back of her throat. But she tightened her lips and kept her teeth out of the way and did her best to please the one who controlled her. His cum shot at her throat and she nearly choked, she swallowed some and recoiled slightly to take the rest more towards the front her mouth where she would be able to control her reactions better. He pumped and spurted into her mouth, her stomach turned but she did her best to maintain control over herself. He finished and withdrew from her mouth, he allowed her to spit the rest onto the shower floor as she choked and gagged for a moment. She looked a little ill and he wondered for a moment if perhaps he had taken the game too far. He knew that though she loved to give oral sex, she really hated getting cum in her mouth. He wondered if she'd be angry. But then she looked up at him with watery eyes and smiled weakly, reassuring him that he hadn't gone too far. She lowered her head, whether from submission or exhaustion was impossible to tell. He took pity on his submissive little wench. He gently lifted her to her feet, still by the collar because it was still his day to dominate and the game wasn't over yet. As she rose, the dildo that had been impaling her left her body with and audible wet, sucking sound. The sensation sent a brief pleasurable jolt through her body. He led her back to the bedroom. He sat her on the bed. He untied her hands, laid her down and retied her hands together above her head, attaching the end of the rope to the headboard. Then he set to work licking her clit, slipping a finger into her. It wasn't long before she was writhing around silently under his ministrations. "Now," he said softly, lifting his head for a moment, "I want to hear your pleasure…" Finally allowed to give voice to the feelings wracking her body, she cried out in a wailing moan that was almost a howl. Her vocal explosion aroused him anew. He set to lapping at her clit with new energy as she writhed and moaned. She strained against her bonds holding her arms stretched above her head in frustration, she needed more. "Tell me what you want," Heath breathed, feeling her pussy tighten against his fingers. "Ohhh, I want you to fuck me," she moaned. "Please, come take me…" He smiled, rolled her onto her stomach and told her to kneel. She obeyed, her arms still stretched over her head, bound to the headboard. He smacked playfully at her ass as she strained backwards to connect with him. He kneeled behind her and leaned forward, draping himself across her back. He caressed her arms and ran his hands down her back and torso. He pinched her nipples, his arms wrapped around her, wanting to reassure her for a moment before he continued his domination of her. As he played with her, moans of pleasure escaped her mouth and his cock was stiffening between her thighs. Then he put his hand between her shoulder blades and shoved her down so her face was pressed against the mattress, her arms still tied and stretched over her head. Holding her down, her ass pointing toward the sky, he slipped his cock inside her to complete his domination game. He pumped against her slowly, one hand pushing down her shoulders and the other pressing on her clit. Reveling in the sensation of being held down, and going over the edge with the attentions of his hand and cock, her body began to buck with orgasm. His own pleasure rising, he didn't notice that she was backing against him in as hard a rhythm as he was pumping into her. A sterner master would have reprimanded her for taking partial control of her pleasure without permission, but he was too lost in her to care. As her muscles spasmed and she bucked and arched under him, out of control, he began to cum himself. Cumming together, she found her satisfaction at last. Their rhythm subsiding, her legs trembled and her knees slid out from under her. They collapsed. Heath lay across her like a blanket, his cock still in her body. He rubbed his face softly across her shoulders and nuzzled her hair. He withdrew from her and as their combined juices seeped out from between her thighs, he untied her hands and removed her collar. He kissed her deeply and held her. They cuddled and exchanged whispered "I love you's". Exhausted they curled up for a nap. Heath fell asleep right away. Kathy snuggled into him and smiled to herself. She enjoyed being submissive, but, well- turnabout IS fair play. She fell asleep with a wicked smile on her face, contemplating what she'd do when it was HER day to dominate. His Whore "Come here, whore" The last word ringing with disgust. She cringed to hear it said that way. She missed the ring of love and affection that used to fill that word, with that precious word she'd do anything, was doing anything, to hear again in front of it "my", "my whore". She'd earn her title back one way or another. He loved her, or he wouldn't care that she had left him. He wouldn't make her squirm like this if he didn't care. He wasn't cruel just hurt. She crawled slowly across the floor towards him, her eyes never leaving his. Her ass stung from the smacks she had already taken. Her mind swirled in the haze of lust, but this time fear kept creeping in. If she paused to think about it her heart sank with the fear that he wouldn't take her back. She dreaded the thought of not being his. "I'll always be yours, I always have been." Her own words rang in her ears. She reached him in his chair. He made her suck his dick, hard and rough, pushing her head down 'till she gagged. He started to rub her clit with his foot, then he moved between her legs and she rubbed herself against his foot. He grabbed her hair in his hand and pulled her head off his cock. "Lick my foot, whore" Again, filled with disgust. She licked her foot tasting herself in places. He looked her in the eye. "Good girl" There she heard it, a hint of affection, but just a hint. She heard a slight movement of air and that was all the warning she had before the slap hit her cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to sting. "What do you want?" He asked her, voice calm and level. "I want to be your whore." She responded, pacing her breath so she didn't cry. "Beg for it" A slight hint of coldness touched his voice. She swallowed; he knew how she hated to beg, how she never felt that she could voice things appropriately, how she ended up repeating herself over and over hoping somehow to please him. He stared at her, waiting. Impatiently. "Please." Her voice quavered full of emotion. "Please let me be your whore. I love you. I need you. I've always needed you and I always will. I'd do anything for you. I'm sorry. I tried for something clean, but I'm just a dirty, kinky, depraved little girl. You understand. You love me for you, you know you do. Please let me be your whore again. I need to be your whore. I need you to want me. I need you to understand me. I need you to push me to my limits, to make me experience things I never thought I would do let alone enjoy. I need to have dirty, kinky sex with you. I need to be your whore. Please. Please let me be your whore." She was crying at this point, trying to think of anything else to say. She looked him in the eye, pleading with him. "Stand up." She stood. "Come sit with me." She sat on his lap. "You will always be my whore" Her heart swelled, he said it. He said in that way, that way that made her heart jump. She smiled. He kissed her, long and deep tongues intertwining, biting her lip, hard. She touched his face, feeling the roughness of his facial hair. She rubbed his head. She put her hand behind her neck and pulled him into her. They moved to the bed. He lay down and she climbed on top of him. She slid hid dick inside of her and then slowly settled against his body. She ground her hips against him, pulling on his nipple rings, scratching her nails along his body. He grabbed her breasts, pulling on her nipples, squeezing them tight, making her cum. She put her hands down next to him and started to slide along his cock. She speed up her pace, and then she came again pressing her body against him grinding herself down, clenching his cock. She pulled her legs up so she crouched over him, and she slid herself up and down on his cock till he came inside her. They had had sex, silently, she didn't hurt from it, there was no blood, no bruises, it was one of the sweetest times they had together. Not wanting to go straight to SOP, they went to the living room, had a drink and watched some television for a bit, just talking, hanging out, snuggled against one another. She was ecstatic, they never, just had sex, they never just hung out, this was fantastic, she began to think maybe she really had done the right thing in coming back. After a few drinks, he took her hand and led her out to the backyard. She started to wonder what he was up to this time. He kissed her, putting his hands in her hair, then he pulled down so she went to her knees. He asked her "Are you my whore?" She looked at him thinking she knew what was coming, "Yes" "You'll do anything I tell you to?" "Yes" "Good, I'm gonna fuck your face 'till you puke and then piss on you, ok?" "Yes" She knew that was what was coming. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head onto his cock, he pulled her back and forth, while thrusting into her mouth. She started to gag, it was easier to not worry about it when you knew you were supposed to hurl. She gagged again, and then started to retch, she threw up. It went on her chest and down her stomach, and on the ground. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and started to piss on her, he pissed on her face, on her stomach, and she felt it run between her legs. She liked it when he pissed on her. They went inside and got in the shower. He slid his cock into her ass standing up. She never understood how he could always just slide his cock in her ass like that. He fucked her, hard, he held her against him with his arm across her throat, he was chocking her. She started to cum. He wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her up. She slid her hands down the wall, her whole body was trembling, the thought she had before her mind overloaded with lust was that he had pissed in her ass again. Which he had. He held her as she came back down and she sat in the shower letting the water run over her, her body still tingled, he brushed her arm and she shuddered from the contact. They got out of the shower she used the facilities, he watched her, she hated when he did that. But how she could feel violated after what they did confused her. They went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. He had her lean across to suck his dick while he started to finger her. He was working on getting as many fingers as he could into her and she was sucking his dick hard and fast while she moaned and pushed back against his hand. Soon enough he had all four fingers in and was working on the thumb. He kept pushing and she kept sucking his dick getting more and more excited all the while. He got his thumb in and started working on getting past his knuckles, this is where she started to thrash and scream. He placed his other hand around her waist to hold her in place. He got past the knuckles and was just working on getting the rest of his hand in, she was clawing at the bed trying to squirm away. "Push" he told her. "I can't, I can't, I can't, I cccccaan't, I can't I can't I can't," she started chattering at him. "Yes you can, you can do anything I tell you to." She calmed down enough to press back against him and suddenly started pistoning back and forth against this hand. She started to cum loud and hard. "I'm done, I'm done I'm done" He slowly brought his hand out causing her to cry out. When his hand was all the way out there was blood on it, he pushed her back so he was on top of her and wiped the blood across her chest and her face. She started to squirm underneath him. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She chanted at him He pressed his cock into her and started to fuck her hard and fast. He then moved up her and had her suck his dick, then went back to fucking her. He kept up this pattern fuck for a few minutes, suck for a few minutes for a while. The constant starting and stopping was driving her nuts. Finally he told her to turn over, he slid his cock into her pussy and wiped juices from her pussy against her ass then he pressed his cock into her asshole and started to fuck her hard and strong. He came in her ass. He pulled his cock out and had her suck it clean, and then he had her lick his ass hole. He passed her some discarded piece of clothing to wipe the cum off her ass with and then put his arms around her and went to sleep. She lie there for a moment, she hurt, she felt used, her hair was matted against the side of her head, and she had cum leaking from her ass. She felt wonderful. She was his whore again. His Whore I love coming home to find my partner on the couch with his dick in his hand, stroking it hard while he reads nasty stories here on Literotica. Or discovering after a few hours of having gone to bed alone that he still hasn't made it to bed, so sleepily walking out to the lounge to check he's okay, and finding him with his dick in his hand, still reading nasty stories... It was on one of these nights when I walked out into the lounge naked and found him, that I walked up beside him on the couch and knelt down to see what nasty things he was reading about. This one was about a young girl who was being taught by an older married couple how to please men, and I could tell he was really into it by the way his dick was throbbing in his hand. I grinned and he smiled at me, knowing I'm just as into reading nasty stories as he is. "You want this dick, huh baby?" he teased. "Mmmmmmmmmm you know it honey," I moaned back, while sliding my hand down to my clit to give it a gentle rub. "I'll be in bed soon baby," he said. "I love you." "Awww... now baby?" I moaned, feeling a little disappointed. I hated nagging him but I was so fucking horny. That sleepy horny feeling, where you're so crazy tired but so fucking horny at the same time. "No, soon!" he replied, now sounding like he was a little annoyed with me for interrupting his one on one time with his hand. "Okay baby," I said calmly, but now feeling very frustrated and disappointed, mostly because he had the laptop so I couldn't take it to bed with me to read nasty stories or watch fucked up porn while I rubbed my clit with one of my dildos pushed deep in my pussy. I started to walk back to the bedroom but only made it about half way before I heard the laptop being slammed shut, and him get up from the couch and start walking towards the bedroom behind me. "You want this fucking dick, huh? You fucking whore?" he yelled at me. I grinned and turned around while he was now walking quite quickly towards me. "Oh you know it baby," I moaned back to him while I slid my hand back down to my pussy. "I want it deep inside, right h..." He had now caught up to me in the hallway with his pants still off and grabbed the back of my head, holding on to a large patch of my hair. "You want this fucking dick, you take it like the fucking whore that you are," he said sharply. Keeping hold tightly of my hair, he pushed me into the bedroom and pushed me down onto my knees. "Suck it, whore!" he commanded. He knew I loved to be dominated. I took his dick in my mouth and started sucking as he had commanded, flicking my tongue back and forth around the underside of it as I moved my mouth up and down at the same time. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm yeah, that's it. You fucking whore. Take that fucking dick," he groaned as, still grabbing my hair tightly, he pulled the back of my head down onto his dick until he heard that familiar gagging sound. He'd usually loosen his hold on my head after a second or two of hearing (and feeling) me gag but this time he held me down as hard as he could for what seemed like forever. I couldn't breathe. "Come on whore, you wanted this, I know you can do better than that!!!" he yelled, and pulled my head back down. The head of his dick hit the back of my throat once more and I gagged, feeling it start to slide a little down my throat. "Ohhhhhhh fuck yeah, that's what Daddy likes. You good fucking whore," he grinned. He pulled me up and pushed me onto our bed. I instinctively got on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air, legs slightly spread. "Come on Daddy, fuck my pussy hard!" I moaned. He grabbed me from under my hips and pulled me back to where he stood at the end of the bed. We'd never really been into much foreplay and this time was no different. He slid his dick straight deep in my pussy and grabbed my hips. He started pumping me hard from behind, grunting loudly. I moaned and told him to pull my hair. "Mmmm and Daddy, smack my ass!" I begged in my best 'little girl' slut voice. He smacked it. "Smack my ass more Daddy, do it!" I groaned. He was never gentle when he smacked my ass. He'd obviously learned after being with me for so long that there was no point in smacking me gently - I can take a lot! I reached down underneath my stomach and started rubbing my clit, moaning like a whore at the fucking I was getting while having my ass smacked and my hair pulled. "Mmmmmmm baby can I get on my back?" I asked him nicely. He knew I could cum hard on his dick when I rubbed my clit while laying on my back. He pulled out and I quickly rolled over, returning my fingers straight to my clit. He quickly crawled on top of me and started pumping my pussy hard with his dick. I could already feel my pussy starting to tickle and I got the feeling he knew it. He reached down and started to lick and suck my pierced titties. "Ohhhhh Daddy it feels so good, it's tickling so much!!" I moaned. "Only whores cum on their Daddies dicks," he grunted back to me. He slowed his strokes down and leaned over the side of the bed. His hand returned with the baseball bat that he always keeps by the side of the bed while we sleep. "That's way bigger than your dick, baby, it's not going to fit" I grinned to him. "It's not going in any of your holes, you fucking whore!" he replied loudly and with his hands at each end of the bat, pushed it down against my throat. I was a little unsure of where things were going and looked up at him nervously, pulling my clit rubbing hand out from between us. "You get your fucking hand back onto your clit you whore! I want to feel you cum on Daddy's dick!" he grunted, holding himself up slightly as he pushed the bat down against me. I was struggling to breathe a little but it was all making my pussy drip even more. I loved it when he dominated me; I could already feel my pussy starting to tickle again! "Cum on Daddy's dick you whore," he groaned. "Daddy wants to cum inside you at the same time your pussy tickles around it." I couldn't reply to him - I was now really struggling to breathe very well but I wanted this so fucking bad. "Oh shit, Daddy's getting so close... cum you whore, let Daddy feel your pussy tickle," he moaned. I knew he was incredibly close and this turned me on even more. I started to feel that familiar tickling feeling I get, and as much as I wanted to drag it out like I usually do, I needed to cum for my Daddy. I WANTED to cum for my Daddy! I wanted to make his dick feel so fucking good and I wanted to feel his load shoot deep in my pussy! Not being able to speak from the pressure of the bat, I wasn't able to tell him I was going to cum. I think he just started to feel it, as well as see my eyes start to roll into the back of my head. "Ohhhhh shit... ohhhh fuck, Daddy's going to cum! You fucking whore, here Daddy cummmmmssss!" he moaned, still fucking me hard, and pushing the bat down onto my throat even harder. He started to slow his strokes down, and released the bat from my throat. He collapsed a little on top of me and started kissing my neck and throat roughly while I tried to catch my breath. "Mmmmmmmmmmm I love you so much, my fucking whore," he moaned, still kissing me. He slowly crawled off me and stood up, at the edge of the bed. I propped myself up and took his cummy dick in my mouth and cleaned it by sucking and licking it gently. He laughed quietly and bent down to kiss my cheek, then went to the bathroom to finish cleaning himself up. I rolled over in bed, my pussy now full of cum, and grinned to myself. I love being a whore.