4 comments/ 16861 views/ 5 favorites Judith My Slut By: joefixette From the moment we meet I know you will be mine. Your gaze is lowered and your face is flushed, perhaps you anticipate the excitement to come. We greet one another quietly and I follow you to the room you have booked for this assignation. Your arse is a delight to observe, through your skirt I can make out your arse cheeks lift and fall as you walk. I wonder about treasure you have between your legs and perhaps I only imagine I can smell your cunny as I follow in your path. Letting me into the room you ask what I should like to do and, closing the door gently behind me, I say "stand over there, by that table." As you stand before me, quiet and awaiting my voice, I step behind you and lean forward to breathe in the scent of the perfume on your neck and my head swims as I smell you. "Be still now" I say, as my body leans against yours, and you feel my hand stroke the curve of your arse. I walk around you and tell you to raise the front of your skirt, slowly, ignore the flush of embarrassment spreading across your face and the top of your breasts -- "Now hold your skirt there, just shy of baring your panties ..." I let you stand there, faintly trembling, as I stare at your legs. Your raised skirt reveals the wonderful contrast between the dark lace garter of your hold-up stocking and the pale flesh of your thigh. Flesh and lace, tempting me with a contrast of textures and directing my gaze upwards, towards the treasure just out of reach above the hem of your skirt. I whisper a command - "Judith. Just a little higher" - and you comply. Watching my gaze, slow and savoring, the pleasure of control evident under the fabric of my slacks, you can't help but watch the rather ominous bulge forming there and let slip a small embarrassed whimper - but you do obey. Ever so slowly you raise your skirt, knowing that you are swollen and pulsing in your white silk panties, flushing deeper as you catch the lust my eyes. My breath catches as I spy your crotch, your panties caught slightly in the cleft of your vulva and your precious mound pressing against the silk. My cock stiffens at the sight and my mouth goes dry. It is clear that my body responds to this forced intimacy, but you blush deeper knowing that I can see that yours does too; The white silk of your panties contouring your swollen, aroused labia, a hint of the wet beneath obvious, and your body trembling just a little. Stepping forward, I lean towards you and press my lips gently against your neck. My right hand slides along one of your thighs and slips over a stocking top, up to your panties. With just one finger I press against you slit and feel your heat ... A whispered moan escapes your lips as the tremble becomes more pronounced. It seems you want only to open to my touch. I step to one side and press my hardness against you as I grab your hair with my left hand and pull your head back gently. Leaning close to your ear I whisper: "Judith my slut .... Judith my slave ... Is that what you are?" Your entire body trembles in my possessive, domineering grip ... gentle and yet rough. In your mind you wonder "Your slut, sir? truly? like that? strangers and then taking me tightly into your world as your slut?" Yet you make no effort to leave, to pull away ... I know now that I am bringing out some hidden dark desire. I know I shall make you my slut ... More than that, you will be my slave, something altogether more ominous, different .... "Please", you whisper, "I want this with you". My right hand grasps the side of your silk panties and pulls the gusset tight against your damp slit. I see your bush of pussy hair part as I pull the gusset tight and I catch the scent of your arousal. Gently, I see-saw the gusset against your wet cunt and you moan ... a gasping moan as I push the arousal to fever pitch. I nip at your earlobe and whisper some more; "I'm going to fuck you Judith ... that's what my slut wants, yes?" Pulling a bit more on you hair, I bare your throat and kiss you there before trailing my tongue up along your neck to the earlobe I have just bitten. Then I kiss your mouth, that wonderful slit of a mouth, with its beautiful sharply defined lips. How I remember that first time I saw you in that picture you posted, and my overwhelming desire to kiss that mouth. Our tongues flash against each other and you pant as we kiss. You blush with shame as you realise how obviously aroused you am by my the force of my kiss. 'Please, sir", you gasp. "Step over to that table Judith, lean forward and place your hands on the top ... I'm going to see how much of a slut you are." "There's that word again", you think. "Slut". But you want to find out just what that means with me and your hands are suddenly on the table top as you bend forward at my command ... You obey, now leaning against the table, with your arse raised for my delight. I pull your skirt up, throwing the hem against your lower back and baring your panty clad arse. Your cheeks invite my attention ... Exposed and trembling, but utterly aroused, you squirm in anticipation ... are you a slut? You fear that I shall make want to be just that ... and you will enjoy it. I see you squirm and I smell your cunt. My slut is longing for me. Crouching by the table I gaze at your arse, your knickers still caught tight in the cleft of your puss. And I am pleased at what I see. Your arousal trickles along your cleft and glistens on your bush, a few drops even gather on the table top. Leaning forward I grab your butt cheeks with both hands and maul them -- squeezing and rolling them, forcing you to squirm yet more and press your pudenda against the edge of the table. As I squeeze and roll, you press your clit firmly against the table, grazing it across the gathered cloth of your silk panties. Pressing my mouth against one bum cheek I suck in the flesh and bite -- not enough to break your skin, but enough to make you jump. "Stop moving slut!" You disobey my command -- how could you stop when you are so aroused -- Isn't that the problem for sluts? The pleasure compels you to disregard common sense. Standing up again, I deliver a single spank to one of your cheeks -- "I said stop moving slut!" Then I add two more spanks, watching your cheeks roll under the impact and delighting in their turning a deeper hue of pink. I walk to the front of the table and lean down to look at you. Your face is flushed -- your eyes ablaze with delight -- your hair is tousled and your lovely mouth is open, gasping. I make you mine by kissing your chin and licking along one whole side of your face. Pressing my head against yours I whisper into your ear, "Tell me what you want Judith, my slut. Judith my toy. Judith my slave .... And I might just give it to you, if you please me." "Your slut. Your toy. Your slave?" -- Your remember the email that you answered, and the conversation that followed. Now you realise that I thought your were truly some submissive looking to be my cumslut. The original email hadn't been so blatant or clear, "Dishonorable mature Londoner, seeks appropriately submissive trainee." Yet still, from the first moment I made you want this you hadn't objected, hadn't left. You had immediately complied when told to bend over the table, while I lifted your skirt and pulled down your panties. Now you feel your swollen sex rubbing on the edge of the table and know that this is where you had always longed to be. "I'm not a slut," you whisper. "But I want to be ... please take me as your personal and very private slut." "Look at me Judith ... see what I want you to do now." I slip off my shirt and undo my belt, pulling off my slacks and socks I stand before you and you see my cock protruding from the fly in my boxers. I step forward and let my cock touch your face before slowly rubbing my crotch against you. Your pant as you move your head about, trying to catch my cock in your mouth. "Oho! You want this do you, slut?" I step away and remove my boxers before pressing forward again and now sliding my cock head against your lips. "Open up slut girl." You open your mouth, those lovely lips now pressed against my cock shaft. Beginning to thrust gently, I ask you to suck, but you're too polite to reply with your mouth full. "Keep sucking Judith!" Your lips tight around my shaft as you suck tenderly, teasing me with your tongue. Such a cock loving slut! I grab your hair - pulling you onto me as I press deeper into your mouth, and my foreskin pulls back when you grip my hair and get demanding You feel me thrust faster as my pleasure grows and feel the gag of my thrust. You gasp as you try to keep pace and catch a breath, but you don't try to pull away I let you breathe before thrusting again and your spit lathers my cock. Sometimes I even feel your wonderfully white and even teeth graze my shaft. I make long slow thrusts into your hot and wet mouth, which seems only to excite you further! My rhythm is relentless as I forget you and think now only of my cock and the sensation of fucking so deliciously I can see your arse start grinding again and lean forward over your body to spank you some more. The sound reverberates as your flesh quivers with the impact The swat on your rear makes your arousal even stronger and you find it harder to stop squirming. So I spank you again, and again ... but it is difficult to accept my cock as my thrusts become deeper and faster and each swat makes your torso writhe on the table but you never pull away from my cock. You feel my grip on my hair, urging me to accept my cock, all of it. You seem afraid that I am going to cum and make you eat it. But you will Judith. That is what a slut should do .. eat her master's cum. With both hands I steady your head as I thrust ever faster . "'Slut', you are my 'slut'" and I am fucking your mouth! You are gasping, choking, sucking ... as you face fuck my private slut in training. Now I spank you again - my cock digging ever deeper into your throat. Fuck - fuck - fuck -- "Suck me harder!" You whimper as you suck hard on my thrusting shaft. sucking hard. Your lips tight around my thickness. My cock begins to throb and swell as the cum builds, dripping precum as you try to choke it down. "Now squeeze my shaft harder with your mouth ... milk my cock, feel my cock head pop and slide across your teeth, the glans rubbing against the roof of your mouth. Your tongue continues its teasing and your cheeks and teeth are coated with my juices as I fuck your mouth faster and faster. I'm cumming ... I'm cumming! Take my fuck juice, my love juice ... My pumping cock offering a cocktail for my slut. Spewing hot cum into your delightful mouth, into my private slut. You cough as the cum fills your mouth, and it fills you until some of it leaks out, dribbling from that lovely slit of a mouth, coating your chin and spattering your cheeks. And I can see your hips thrusting and grinding as you wantonly press against the table, rubbing yourself, frigging yourself against the hard wooden edge. Silk and flesh and wood and cock and cum combine to bring you to a fever pitch as you come too. You look up at me as my cock throbs, pumps and fills your mouth. Your eyes filled with surrender and fire and love. Your hair is matted on your brow and your cheeks glow red. How lewd and depraved you look - hair now unkempt, sweat plastered across your face and cum seeping from your mouth -- but what a beautiful slut you are to me, Judith. "Don't you spill a drop, Sara my slut!" Cum runs down your chin, it is streaked and dried on your cheek and you are marked deep inside. This is bdsm and you are mine. You suck in your cheeks, squeezing and sucking and slurping, as you drink in this gift for my Judith, my girl, my slut, mine all mine - my true slut Judith -- and you wonder to yourself, "How he loves to cum in me this way ... it makes it all worthwhile to watch his deep pleasure and to feel my release as I surrender. You writhe in orgasm, you open your mouth and let out a long moan of agonized pleasure as you c-o-m-e, deep and dirty and real. "Yes Judith, this is making love! This is losing ourselves in our lust. "Now kiss me, kiss me deep." You obey. Sliding onto the table, seated as you hold my face in your hands and kiss me tender and deep - lips cold because of your panting and spit tart with the taste of my seed. You wrap your legs about my waist s you pull me closer ... my slut is mine and I am hers. I dip my tongue deep into your mouth, collecting the cm and spreading it over your face as I kiss and lick you sharing an intimate bond, a shared marker of our mutual surrender. I feel your crotch pressed against my belly, your panties are saturated and sheer with wetness. I melt into you, with you and I wrap my arms around you ... possessing you as you possess me, in a languid afterglow of sweat and cum and juices. Judith My Slut (Judith's story) I suppose that's it. You are my master, David and I am now your slut. I'm hot and sweaty and still panting from my cum as I lean against your chest and you wrap your arms about me. I can still feel the sting of your slaps and taste your sharp cum in my mouth - and I'm alive with the joy of your mastery. I must look a mess – a proper slut. My blouse is askew, my skirt is still pulled up above my hips and I can feel my panties twisted around one arse cheek. I can also still feel edge of the table pressing against my mound. My cunt is swollen and gaping. What now? You feel my nipples press against your chest and your cock hangs wet and slightly tumescent against my belly. You know I am your slut but still wonder just how much I will give for you. Releasing me from your arms, you step back from the table. Placing your hands on my shoulders you look into my eyes and speak. "Stay as you are, stay kneeling." Your voice is quiet but I feel its power. You walk around the table, looking at me and I feel so ... lewd. What a sight I must be! I feel your eyes take me in – consuming me, possessing very part of me as I kneel in surrender to you will. My face is damp with sweat, my breasts glow red with sexual fire and the insides of my thighs my run damp with my pussy juice – perhaps you even catch sight of the tremble in my arms as I await your further pleasure ... Now you are in front of me again and as your hands reach out in search of mine you say, "Climb off the table, Judith ... come with me." I obey your command, my Master, and you lead me to the window. Surely not! I try to pull my blouse back into place but you stop me – "Sluts don't adjust their clothes." Looking out of the window I see the crowds of people below, going about their shopping or rushing to nearby New Street station; going about their business while I stand here, awaiting my Master's commands. Has this slut always been inside me? Always buried deep within, awaiting the moment when she can be free? I never knew she was there while I was growing up, nor when I married or had my children ... but now ... I silently revel in her emergence and in the knowledge that such sweet surrender was always waiting for me. You whisper in my ear, "I'm going to give you what a slut deserves. I'm going to make you cum, but first I'm going to make sure you know how much of a slut you are. This is the what you asked for when you contacted me Judith, this is the game you said you desired." Then you whisper a reminder of the secret word which I can use to end the game; but I already know that when I'm with you I shall never use that word. "Put your hands either side of the window frame Judith and lean forward so you can stick out your arse." I obey and I feel you gaze upon my most intimate regions. My knickers no longer cover the puckered ring of my arsehole and my fat pussy lips must glisten with excitement. I can imagine your arousal, the dryness of your mouth and the rapidness of your heartbeat as you enjoy my wanton submission. How your wonderful cock must be throbbing with taut excitement – aching with the need to possess my body. Running a hand over my rear, you pull my skirt up further and stroke my one bared butt cheek. Grabbing my knickers, you jerk them tight against me so that I feel the gusset dig into my cleft, tight against my slit and chaffing my swollen labia. I am still so wet that the movement causes friction but no pain – oh, what friction! You pull and rub my knicker gusset against my puss and I feel like I should drown in the electric pleasure you create within me. My clit is alive with the sharp pleasure of your actions and my eyes half close as I watch people walk to and fro on the street below our hotel window. Strangely, I don't care that any one of those people might look up and see me pressed against the window of my room – my blouse askew, my bra clad breasts partially bared and my hair unkempt. All I feel and care about is the sexual sizzle between my legs, the wetness of my pussy juice and the heat of my flesh as I burn with desire. Suddenly, you slap my arse. I feel the sting of your palm smacking against me. You must love the pinkening of my flesh, the slight wobble of my butt cheek and the way I rock my arse in response. I think, "More please" - and you seem to read my mind as you deliver three more quick slaps. Can you see the way I clench my thighs as you smack me? That simple clenching thrills my clit and floods my cunt with juice – "Still more, please!" Your control renders me more alive than I thought possible, more aware of my entire being – and I soar in that feeling. "Stay there" you say as you step away from me for a moment. I feel you come back and press something cold against my arse cheek – what is that? I feel hard metal run along my skin. Then I hear the sound of a pair of scissors being opened and shut. What now? I feel the cold scissors run up the inside of one thigh and my mouth turns dry – but you slide the metal away and I feel you slip one blade under my knickers as you cut my knickers at both hips. The sodden cloth falls away from me and I barely have time to feel its loss before I feel your breath against my pussy. I hear you sniff as you take in the scent of my gaping cunt and then you press your face across one of my arse cheeks before placing a gentle kiss thereon. What follows is a series of kisses and nips and the feel of you sucking my arse flesh into you mouth as you possess my rear. You move away briefly in order to grasp my hair in one hand as you lean close to me again and whisper. "Is my slut ready for me? Well turn your face towards me and give me a kiss." I obey. As we kiss, you reach round and undo the buttons of my blouse and I briefly stand straight in order to slip it off, letting the garment fall to the foot of the window and leaving my bra exposed to the world outside the window. Your hand paws at my breasts, slipping inside one bra cup to pinch and pull at my nipple. My breast burns with pleasure and I feel myself panting as you bare my tit to the world below. Have I no shame? Will I allow you to expose me to the shoppers below? I must. I will. Grabbing my hair again, you pull my head back gently as you return to my arse and begin to fondle my cheeks. Suddenly, I feel the flat of your tongue as you lick me. From clit to arsehole, parting my labia with your tongue and drawing my juice from deep within. Oh please do it again, Master! I hear the panting of your breath and the wet smack of your tongue as you lap at me and probe my flesh with your tongue. I imagine your delight in the weight and suppleness of my swollen pussy lips, the firm ridge just inside the entrance to my cunt hole and the sweet tang of my juices. Your one hand pulls at my hair and the other grasps one arse cheek for support – oh my love, please fuck me. Suddenly you are gone, but I hear the rustling of your clothes as you strip and it's but a few seconds before I feel your hands upon me again. This time I feel your cock too. Leaning over me, you kiss along my back and reach round to fondle my breasts – your cock presses firmly against the cleft of my bum and I feel the slip of precum on a cheek as your beautiful cock head rubs against me. I let slip a soft moan of pleasure and hear myself gasp, "Please fuck me, master." So you do. You lean one hand against my hip and use the other to slide your cock head along my engorged pussy lips – like a hot knife your stiff member parts my butter soft lips and catches against the ring of my cunt hole. Your briefly roll your bell end against the entrance to my pussy and then give a gentle push as you slide your beautiful organ of love into my most precious hole. "Oh my love, the walls of my cunt welcome your firmness; they throb with pleasure as the weight of your cock fills me – and my clit is swollen with longing for your touch. Then you begin to thrust. Gently at first. Back and forth, with a steady tempo. How I love the way your thighs slap against mine with each push forward and the feeling of my arse shaking with the impact of your fucking. I gaze downward with hooded eyes and stare only vaguely at the passing crowds below. I care not that they may see me, that I am exposed to their gaze. The only thing that matters is you and I and the existential delight of the sound and smell and heat and sweat of our fucking. My mouth is open, my breath comes in heavy gasps and my breasts fall out of my bra cups with the motion of our fucking. You spit onto the fingers of one hand and I feel that hand reach down and begin rubbing gentle circular strokes over and around my clit, and all the while you keep up that delicious slow tempo – thrusting, withdrawing and slapping your thighs stickily against mine because of the sweat that has started to coat our bodies. I hear you groan deeply as you fuck me and I can hear myself echo your pleasure. As your pace begins to quicken I begin to thrust back and forth with you – wanting every inch of you to fill me, to be filled with your sex and devoured by your lust. Can you feel my arse as I push back against you – I certainly still feel the tingle of those slaps and the impression of your biting and sucking on the globes of my derriere. I can't help myself – the combination of your fucking and frigging me at once compels me to dip and grind and thrust back at you – and I am aware that my breasts are now swinging free and slapping together with the sheer force of our fucking, thrusting, rocking, rutting. I am fully in slut mode and lost in the spectacle that would greet any passer-by who happened to glance upwards at our hotel window. "That's it slut! Fuck me back! Show me what a lewd and uncontrollable whore you are!" – your voice spurs me on and my hands grasp the window frame ever tighter as we copulate in delicious harmony. Your spare hand is now slapping my arse again and I love it! Do it my love, my master! Fuck me and slap me and own me! Nothing exist but we two – joined together, alive together and consumed together in white heat of our mutual lust. You fuck harder and faster and I feel your cock swell ever larger within me. In response, my cunt gushes slick pussy juice and burns with liquid fire. That slender tunnel of my womanhood is hot and slick and wet and alive with sensation – my clit is engorged and my nipples protrude in proud celebration of the fury of our passion. I can smell us – that heavy scent of sexual arousal and sweat – and the light trace of the perfume I dabbed between my breasts and along the edge of my pussy hair – oh my love, how wonderful is our union! Fucking harder and harder, you grab one of my arse cheeks and roll my flesh in your hand, intermittently slapping my rear and demanding I pull one cheek aside so you can thrust deeper into my cunt. I do as commanded and you fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck ... I feel your hard cock piston in and out as your cum begins to swell your hard member and I long for you to spurt your hot spunk into my puss. My clit is alive and my own orgasm begins to build – feel my thighs begin to spasm and my breasts flush hot and red as the pleasure builds. Our flesh slaps together as our fucking reaches a crescendo and with one last, quick series of thrusts you cum – you collapse across my back and I feel you gushing into me and your groin thrusts hard against my rear as you pound my flesh. Then my own come sweeps over me. I tremble with pleasure, sweat coats my face and chest and the front of my thighs. I arch my back so I can fuck you back and continue my orgasm as long as possible. I feel your cum flooding my cunt and how it begins now to seep out of my hole. Slowly, your cock slips out of me and I feel your loss but my pussy still throbs with electric pulses of sexual pleasure. I can feel my cuntal lips swollen and gaping open – longing for your cock to fill me once more. Oh my master, thank you for such pleasure. I feel my cunt flood with pussy juice and every thrust and withdrawal by you feels like electricity. Images flash into my mind – our conversations by email, our first searching phone conversations and that moment I first saw you and led you to the hotel room in which we are now fucking. We are leaning together. Me against the edge of window frame and you against me – I feel the weight of you and you must feel the heat of my flesh. We are panting but, though exhausted, we are smiling and alive in our ecstacy. As your breathing returns to a normal pace I hear you whisper, "Judith ... my slut ... I do believe I'm in love." I smile. Some moments later you pull away from me and I turn from the window to watch you as you walk towards a small box that you had placed on a side table. The box is wrapped in dark red paper emblazoned with small dark flowers. "A gift for my slut" you say, as you hand the box to me. I unwrap the gift and open it. Lying within the box is a collar. Wide pink leather with a thin band of black running along the centre of the band. At the back there is a stainless steel buckle, to which is tied a delicate pink lace bow and at the front, a stainless steel ring. I smile again. "Please David, master, please tie the collar on me. Then take me out – let everyone see whose slut I am." Now it's your turn to smile. I'm still naked as you take the collar from my hands and, standing behind me, tie it to my neck. Having done this you lean close to my ear and whisper, "Time to go walkies then, slut." With that, you give me a single lick along my neck, a quick kiss behind my ear and deliver a sharp playful slap to my rear. Taking of my tangled bra so I can adjust it, I walk towards my clothes so I can start to dress but you stop me. "No slut. No clothes. You may wear your rain mac, but no skirt, no blouse and certainly no underwear." I do as commanded and I slip on my mac and the cloth of the Burberry feels cool against my flesh. While doing up the buttons I begin to feel the mix of cum and pussy juice seem down the inside of my thighs. Slipping on my shoes I look across the room and see David is almost dressed himself. Once he's ready we hold hands and slip out of our hotel room and walk to the lift. As we travel down to the lobby I wonder if the other hotel guests in the lift can smell me, smell the scent of cock and cunt of a master and his slut. Good for them if they can – perhaps the scent of us will inspire them to delightful play. Then we're out, on the busy shopping street I had looked down on just a short while before. David glances at me and give me a conspiratorial wink as we join the passers by in window shopping – taking a leisurely stroll and enjoying the secret knowledge that I was naked beneath the coat. I wonder how many of our fellow shoppers notice that I have cum slowly sliding down my legs. If they do, I wouldn't care. I'm home, in my new identity – which I'd always had hidden within me and was now free. No longer was I simply Judith. Now I was Judith the Slut – and I was the happiest woman alive.