0 comments/ 16064 views/ 1 favorites Sex Games In The City Ch. 01 By: littlemuffy Friday, 8pm. The corridor was well lit, but it took three swipes of the key card to get the door to open. He cursed under his breath: you’d at least expect the locks to work when paying so much for a hotel room. Third time lucky, eh? Walking through the door, his eyes tried to adjust to the relative darkness of the room as he fumbled for the light switch. That didn’t work either: he was going to kick some ass down in reception over this. Just as he turned around to go back out again, the door closed in front of him and he heard the lock being turned. He froze, his heart beating faster, fists clenched as he prepared to fight off the intruder. However, as he saw the figure that stepped forwards from the shadows, his pulse really began to race. She stood before him in the half-light, dark eyes glinting and lips glistening. She was wearing a figure-hugging black basque that emphasised her cleavage and the curve of her waist; the smallest panties in a sheer material that almost revealed what lay hidden beneath; lace-topped black stockings and spike-heeled, strappy, black shoes. She was ravishing. They looked at each other for an endless moment, eyes locked. Without speaking, she stepped forward and placed her hands on his firm chest, pushing him back into the room. He felt a chair hit the back of his legs and found himself sitting down. Silently, she walked around him; he felt a hand grip his wrists and then a soft, silky material bind them together to the chair. He began to protest, but felt her smack his thigh as she placed her finger over his lips to silence him. She walked back in front of him and unzipped his trousers. Helping him to rise slightly, she pulled them down his legs and removed them, his socks and his shoes, throwing them across the room. His shorts followed as he struggled to keep his balance. She then roughly pushed him back onto the chair and picked up two more silk scarves. Kneeling before him, she deftly tied each of his legs to the corresponding chair leg. This time, he did not protest. She moved closer and, locking contact with his eyes again, ripped open his shirt. He could hear buttons flying off and hitting the wooden dressing table but, again, he did not protest. Her hands scratched down his chest and she pinched his nipples, creating a pleasurable feeling of pain. He leaned forward to kiss her and she pushed him back, smacking him firmly on the thigh for being so bold. Her eyes still on him, smouldering, she ran one, long, red fingernail up the length of his cock. Already semi-hard, it sprung up at her touch. She continued to trace her fingernail up his chest. “Please.....further down”, he said. Another smack. She got back to her feet again and turned away from him, giving him an excellent view of her ass as she walked towards the edge of the room. She flicked a switch and a small lamp came on, lighting the room just enough for him to see. A large bed stood to his right and an ice-bucket containing a bottle of champagne sat at its foot. There was a wardrobe to his left and a dressing table beside that. She sat before him on a big, comfortable chair with padded arms. Leaning back and opening her legs, she raised the right one up onto the arm of the chair. Eyes meeting with his, she picked an ice cube out of the bucket and ran it down her body, tracing over her right breast, down her stomach and between her legs. Her back arched as she reached her clothed pussy and he groaned, his cock growing harder and larger by the second. She ran the ice cube back up her skin and slipped it into her mouth. Grasping the chair with her left hand, she began to stroke the silky fabric of her panties with her right hand, her eyes heavy with desire. Her hips rolled against her hand as she rubbed her fingers over the wet material, the silence of the room only broken by his occasional low moans as he watched. Her hands slid down to her left thigh and she unclipped the stocking, slowly sliding it down her leg and removing it along with her shoe. She repeated the movement on her right leg, and then moved her left hand to her cleavage as she pushed herself up out of the chair. Her fingers moved to the hooks of the basque and she tore at them, revealing her firm breasts and erect nipples. The basque fell to the floor and her panties swiftly followed. Coyly looking at him, she licked the index finger of her right hand, then her middle finger. Sinking back into the seat, she moved her hand back to her pussy and slid the two fingers inside. Her body bucked as they entered and she squeezed the nipple of her left breast. Legs draped over the chair’s arms, she drove her fingers in and out, writhing and moaning with pleasure. He, meanwhile, was in an ecstatic agony, desperate to touch his - now unbearably - hard cock, but only able to watch as she moved her fingers from her pussy to her mouth, tasting the juices that were already flowing so freely. She continued to pleasure herself with her right hand and brought her left hand down to join it, the middle finger circling her clit. She threw back her head and gyrated her hips to the rhythm of her fingers, her breath becoming shallower and her moans louder. He could see the wetness from her pussy glistening on her thighs and his cock strained even further, desperate to feel the hot, moistness envelop it. He tensed his muscles, dying to break free from his bonds so that he could touch her. And just as he thought that he could bear no more, she tensed, screamed with pleasure, and came, sending a wave of desire through him that almost made him faint. He expected her to rest now, but she was not satisfied. She rose to her feet and he could see the cum running onto her thighs. She walked towards him and slid her two fingers into his mouth: he could taste her pussy on them and sucked feverishly. She dropped to her knees and ran her tongue over his balls, making him shiver and cry out. Turning to her left, she reached across and picked up the bottle of champagne; she took a sip and then drew his cock into her mouth. The cold bubbles created an amazing sensation and he gasped for air. She withdrew her lips again and began to massage him, running both hands alternately over the length of his shaft and across the sensitive head. His eyes rolled back and his hands gripped the chair’s back. God: that felt incredible! Just as he began to settle into the rhythm of her strokes and felt that he might come at any minute, she stopped again and squeezed the base of his cock, almost instantly removing the climactic feeling and returning him to a lesser state of arousal. Her mouth resumed its work again, this time felling warm and comfortable. She took his entire length into her throat and worked her head back and forwards, sucking and licking his cock while squeezing and scratching his balls at the same time. Again, as he began to enjoy the experience too much she withdrew and rose to her feet. Her fingers slid into her pussy once more and she tasted them herself before sliding them into his mouth. He sucked each one in turn as she stood before him, running her other hand over her skin and moving her hips, dancing for him. She was stunning: he wanted her more right then than he had ever wanted a woman. His eyes were filled with lust and his heart was pounding in his chest, yet he was helpless to act on his desires. She teased him a little longer, then placed her hands on his shoulders and straddled him, her breasts inches away from his face and yet still out of reach. She rubbed herself against the tip of his cock, tickling him, tempting him. As he pushed himself as far forward as possible, her grip on his shoulders tightened, her breasts reached his face and she slid her hot, wet cunt down over his cock, engulfing him in warmth. He cried out at the intensity of the feeling. His mouth latched onto her left breast and she rose slightly away from him, the warmth withdrawing and then returning as she drove herself back onto him. She tightened her pussy around him and began to grind it against him, giving him a full-service lap dance. He bit her breast sharply and she cried out, but she didn’t make him stop. Instead, she pulled him deeper inside her and slid her left hand behind her back and under her ass to grip his balls while she fucked him. He desperately wanted to grab her with his hands, but she was in control now and he simply had to sit back and be fucked. They settled into a fast dance, her legs wrapped around the chair as she used both them and her right hand to drive herself against him. She rode him harder and harder, her left hand squeezing and rubbing as his balls grew fuller and firmer, his cock driving further into her cunt as her muscles gripped him. Her head thrown back, she cried out in pleasure again and again; he groaned deeply and his muscles tensed and relaxed as the waves of pleasure engulfed him. Finally, she could sense that he was ready, so she used all her strength to squeeze the muscles of her pussy those last few times. He stiffened, his mouth open and his eyes tightly shut, as he felt the uncontrollable spasms gripping him, and he came like an animal, pumping hot fluid into her cunt over and over as she continued to grind against him. Eventually, he collapsed against the chair and she fell against him, smothering him with hot kisses. Her hands moved behind him and loosened his ties; he broke free and scooped her into his arms, their hearts pounding against each other as their slick bodies pressed tightly together. He held her there, panting, as the cum trickled down their legs and their tongues met for the first time that night... Sex Games In The City Ch. 02 Saturday, 10am. Stepping out of the shower, she rung the excess water from her hair and wrapped a soft, white towel around her body. She stood for a moment, her skin adjusting to the relative coolness of the bathroom, before vigorously rubbing herself dry. She dropped the towel and picked up a small bottle of scented body lotion; pouring a little into her hands she worked them together before massaging the cream into her skin. Using gentle, circular movements she worked her way from her neck, down over her breasts and belly, onto her thighs and calves, then back up her legs, across her bottom and into her back. Picking up the towel again, she wrapped it around her chest like a high sarong: the bottom of the towel skimmed her thighs. She slicked her hair back behind her ears and applied a little lip gloss to her mouth. Just as she turned away from the mirror, she heard a light knock at the door of the room. Opening it slightly, she was relieved to see an attractive young woman standing there. Her name badge revealed her to be called Melissa. “Room service, miss”, said the girl. “Shall I come back later?” “No, please come in. I’m just getting ready to go out anyway.” Melissa entered the room and headed towards the bed: the sheets were crumpled as a result of their earlier action. As she stripped off the pillowcases, the hem of her skirt rose up her legs revealing smooth, tanned legs. She felt someone’s eyes on her and turned to find the woman standing behind her, staring at her. She stared back. The woman was not much older than her and, in her towel, looked to have a good figure. Sexy. She certainly had striking eyes: Melissa could hardly pull her gaze away from them. She licked her lips and took a step towards the woman, running her finger down her cleavage as she did so. The woman stepped forward too, her hands smoothing the towel over her thighs. They stood face to face, eyes roaming over each others’ bodies. Melissa reached forward and loosened the towel, letting it fall to the floor. She was right: she did have a good figure. Small, pert breasts, curved belly and a neatly clipped little mound between her legs. Her pupils dilated. The woman’s hands moved to the buttons of Melissa’s blouse and slowly undid them, working from top to bottom. She slipped off her shirt and pulled her skirt down to the floor, leaving Melissa standing in a red bra and thong and tan stockings. Her blonde hair was caught up in a clip, and the woman loosened it, letting the thick mane tumble around Melissa’s shoulders. Her pale skin was almost translucent and her blue eyes were as clear as iced water; her breasts were full, but not heavy. Melissa turned around and the woman unhooked her bra, letting them spill out of the restraining fabric. Her fingers roamed down to the thong and slipped it over Melissa’s curvaceous bottom, letting it fall down her legs. Melissa stepped out of it and faced the woman again. She leaned forward; taking the woman’s face in her hands, she kissed her mouth softly. She tasted of strawberries. Her hands moved around Melissa’s waist and brushed against the skin of her ass, smooth and firm. Their tongues entwined as they kissed more passionately. Melissa manoeuvred the woman to the freshly-made bed and laid her down on her back. She kissed first one breast, then the other, knowing exactly the right firmness to use when sucking on her nipples. The woman’s hands moved to Melissa’s own tits and squeezed them, massaged them, kneaded them. Melissa ran her tongue down the centre of the woman’s belly, then circled her hard clit. The woman’s back arched, pushing her pussy against Melissa’s mouth. She began to eat out her hot cunt, lapping up the wetness and sucking on her lips. The woman stroked her tits with one hand; the other gripped Melissa’s hair and pulled her face closer towards her pussy. It was at that moment that she opened her eyes and saw him standing at the foot of the bed, naked. His cock was in his hand and he was watching Melissa, ass in the air, lapping at her pussy, while she played with her breasts. She had never seen him look so aroused. Tapping Melissa on the head, she nodded towards him and smiled. Melissa smiled back, a secret look passing between the girls. They rose to their knees and crawled down the bed, stopping before him. Facing each other, they kissed passionately, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. As he watched, they positioned his cock between their mouths and kissed again: as they did so, their tongues worked over him. The woman took him deep into her mouth and Melissa lay down lower, taking his balls in her mouth. They sucked and licked him until he thought that his knees would give way, the feeling was so intense; he pushed them back against the bed and let them play with each other again. It was the woman’s turn to eat out Melissa and, as she kneeled over her, he could see her pussy shining at him from between the cheeks of her upturned ass. Stepping forwards, he took hold of her hips and drove his cock inside her: she gasped, then resumed licking out Melissa’s cunt. As he fucked her hard from behind, he could see her tongue working on Melissa, as the girl herself pinched her own nipples and licked her fingers seductively. She squirmed against the woman’s mouth, aroused by the sight of her being fucked so ferociously. Her hips gyrated against the bed and her nipples stood up, rock hard and rosy, from her full tits. Both girls moaned loudly as their pussies grew hotter and wetter; the woman let out sharp cries of ecstasy as he slapped her ass. He groaned with pleasure as his balls smacked against her, his cock pushing deep inside her cunt, feeling the wetness flooding over him as her muscles tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed. Melissa’s back arched and her moans grew louder; the woman was gasping now, her cries muffled by Melissa’s pussy. He pushed harder and deeper, pulling him against her, gripping her waist, riding her faster and faster until both woman screamed in ecstasy and he felt her cunt squeeze him tight. His balls tightened and he pumped his cum into her; she fell away from him and Melissa took his cock in her mouth, licking him clean. Finally, he collapsed onto the bed between them and lay there, letting them run their fingers over his skin and each other, one head on each side of his chest. This was proving to be a good weekend... Sex Games In The City Ch. 03 Saturday, 4.30pm. It was a typical November afternoon: the air was cold and damp, engulfing you in a chilly haze of greyness, and the ground was still wet from last night's rain. The street lights were already on, casting long shadows in the dull amber light and reflecting in the puddles like a cat's winking eye. She was huddled up against the elements in a furry coat, the pale white shade of a snow-leopard. Matching gloves, scarf and hat in soft wool protected most of her otherwise exposed skin, but her cheeks were flushed from the cold and the ends of her hair were curling around her face in the dampness. Camel trousers and boots completed her outfit: she looked elegant, but comfortable. As she walked briskly and confidently along the road, she attracted glances from several men, but she took no notice. They didn't interest her: she had a fantastic lover who knew exactly how to satisfy her. And she was hurrying back to meet him again... The hotel's desk clerk handed her a sealed envelope as she collected her key card. She opened it in the lift: he had gone out, but would be back shortly. She should have a shower as they were going out that night and she would undoubtedly take ages to get ready. She smiled softly: he knew her so well. The door opened on the second attempt and she flicked on the light. He had tidied the room, clearing up the remains of their earlier games, and everything looked pristine and neat. Much like herself, she thought. She whipped off her outer garments and stood in front of the mirror in trousers and jumper. Her dark hair and eyes complemented her olive skin and looked striking against her pale clothes. Her cheeks still flushed from the walk, she had a wholesome air about her which belied her sexual appetite. Remembering her earlier encounters with him, she felt her skin prickle and her pussy tingle. She pulled her jumper over her head and dropped her trousers to the floor, revealing a plain white bra and panties. She looked quite different from the raunchy girl who had met him the previous day: well, he wasn't here now so she had nobody to impress but herself. Still standing in front of the mirror, she started touching herself, one hand on her crotch and one stroking the soft skin of her chest and stomach. As she found her rhythm and began to relax, her fingers pushed aside the fabric of her panties and slid into her moist pussy. She watched herself, enjoying her body. As the waves of pleasure began to increase, she closed her eyes and pictured him standing naked beside her, erect cock in his hand, tossing himself off at the sight of her playing with herself. She became so caught up in the moment that she didn't hear the door click open, and then shut again a moment later. The next thing she knew, a cold hand was clamped to her mouth while her own cream scarf covered her eyes. She was pushed forward onto the dressing table, her arms pinned down by one strong hand as the other one continued to prevent her screaming. A knee came up and replaced the gripping hand, holding her down; she felt cold metal on her wrists and found herself handcuffed to the leg of the table. She felt hot breath on her neck and a rough voice growled in her ear: "If I take my hand away, you'd better not scream." As soon as the hand was removed, she let out a low cry. The hand returned immediately and she felt a stinging pain in her right buttock. "I said quiet," he whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I see you're going to be trouble." She heard a scrabbling sound and felt soft fabric on her face: the silk scarf from earlier. It enveloped her mouth and left her only able to utter soft moans and cries; it also left him free to use both his hands. He stroked her hair and traced along the edges of her bra and panties. "Well, you've been a bad girl, haven't you? What were you supposed to do when you got back?" She moaned, unable to answer. "Cat got your tongue? You were meant to get ready to go out. You always take so long and you knew you had to rush, but you still disobeyed me. Why? So that you could be a naughty little girl and play with yourself. Well, you'll have to be punished for that, you know." She whimpered as she heard him opening the dressing table drawer. There was a moment of stillness, then she felt soft leather tickling her upper thighs. She flinched; he brought the strap down onto her left buttock. The sting followed a second later, coupled by a tingle in her pussy. She had counted to ten before the smack came to her right cheek, already sensitive from the earlier slap. Her pussy tightened and she felt dampness on her panties. Another count of ten and the left cheek burned; the dampness increased and her nipples hardened. Seven... eight... nine... ten... nothing. Fingers groped at the elastic of her panties and they were pulled to the floor. The cold air cooled her stinging skin. Then her bra was unhooked and the straps pushed down her arms, stopping at her handcuffed wrists. Her breasts pressed against the hard wood and she rubbed her pussy against the edge of the dressing table, trying to satisfy its desire to be touched. He spotted her and pulled her hips up into the air. "Naughty girl. Can't stop playing with it, can you?" She heard a zip being pulled and then felt his hard cock pressing against her ass. She writhed against it. Strong hands pulled her hair and lifted her face from the table. "You want this inside you?" he whispered in her ear, using her hair to pull him close to her mouth. She nodded and moaned softly. "Very well," he smiled. She felt the silk scarf being untied and licked her dry lips as her mouth was freed from its bindings. The woollen scarf still covered her eyes, though, so it wasn't until she felt his skin on her lips and smelt the musky scent of his groin that she knew his cock wasn't going to be put inside her pussy. He forced her lips apart and pushed his cock into her mouth. It was already hard, and filled her easily. She gagged once, but soon settled into the sucking and licking rhythm that he enjoyed so much. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her towards him, bobbing her head back and forwards to take him deeper into her throat. As he moved, he whispered to her constantly. "Oh yeah, baby, you like that, don't you? You love the taste of my cock. You're gonna drink all my cum like a good little girl." She moaned and shook her head. He pulled his cock away, then slapped it against her face. "Yes you are. You'll do exactly what I tell you or I'll spank you again." She took him back into her mouth and sucked harder. His thrusting grew faster and his moans increased as she brought him higher and higher towards the point of climax. Then, with one final push, she felt him explode, cum pouring into her mouth like a river. She continued sucking until he pulled away, and then swallowed all the salty liquid, licking her lips to taste every last drop. Everything fell silent for a few minutes and she lay against the table, pussy still burning to be touched, moaning softly. A movement behind her and she could see again, the woollen scarf being thrown aside onto the bed. In the mirror, she could see her body bent over the dressing table and him standing behind her, stroking himself. He was hard again already and she knew that, at last, she was going to get what she wanted. He approached her back and slapped her ass with his cock, watching her face in the mirror all the time. She gazed at him longingly, her eyes imploring him to satisfy her. He teased her for a little longer though, squeezing her breasts, biting her neck and earlobes, slipping a hand between her legs and pinching her clit. And then it happened: he thrust his cock deep into her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass, his right hand supporting himself as his left hand played with her clit. Her body screamed with pleasure. Each thrust seemed deeper than the last and, by taking her from behind, he was hitting her G-spot on every inward drive. She felt that she could come any second. His hand moved to her hair and he pulled her head back and around, forcing open her mouth with his tongue and sucking, biting her lower lip. He fucked her hard and fast, with ferociousness and an animalistic desire. Every touch was rough, and it excited her more than even she had expected. Within minutes, her legs were shaking and cum was pouring from her pussy as she shuddered and bucked into the most amazing orgasm of her life. She fell forwards onto the table as he pulled out of her and felt the wetness gushing from between her legs. Looking up, she grinned when she saw in the mirror that he was standing behind her, once more stroking his cock and about to come again himself. She saw the white liquid falling in an arc and felt it hit the cheeks of her still-tender ass, then watched as he rubbed it into her skin. He half-crawled back round to her face and let her lick every one of his fingers clean. Only then did he unlock the handcuffs, give her one last smack, lie down on the bed and light a cigarette. He took a long drag of it, blew out the smoke and smiled broadly as she slithered off the table and onto the floor, a look of utter contentment on her face... Sex Games In The City Ch. 04 Saturday, 9.30pm. He glanced towards the bar at the girl sitting there, stirring a straw round her glass and picking at a plate of fries. She wore a short black cotton mac which fell to just above her knees, black stockings and spiked heels. Her nails were painted a dark, rich shade of red which matched her pouting lips, and her eyes were heavily blackened with mascara; her hair was tousled, that “just out of bed look”, and as dark as the midnight sky outside. She looked cheap, but something in the way that she played with her drink attracted him to her. It only took a couple of minutes before he decided to approach her: he sat on the next bar stool and ordered a Coke. As she turned to look at him, crossing one stocking-clad leg over the other and flipping her hair, he offered to refill her glass. She accepted, and he noticed that her eyes slowly appraised him as he spoke to the barman. “So, what brings you in here?” she asked, leaning ever so slightly forwards as she addressed him. “Just passing time”, he said, “I fancied a quick one.... drink, that is”. His lips twitched at the corners as he struggled not to smile. “I was thinking the same myself”, she said. “Gives you the chance to meet new people...” He felt her hand press against his thigh. Looking up, his eyes met hers and, almost instantly, he could feel a stirring in his trousers. Her hand moved on his thigh, lightly stroking it, nails running over the fabric. Her eyes said, “Do you mind?”; his replied, “Not at all”. As her fingers caressed him she slowly uncrossed her legs, then crossed them again. He thought he caught a glimpse of pink skin: surely she wasn’t naked beneath that jacket? He found out soon enough. Within seconds she leaned towards him and whispered huskily in his ear, “Do you have a car?” He did: it was parked just outside. They stood up and walked out the door: he noticed that she sashayed across the car park with a flirty wiggle. When they reached his car, he walked around to unlock the driver’s door. Looking up, he saw her sitting on his bonnet, legs crossed, body leaning back onto her arms. She drew him to her with her eyes. Lying back, she spread her legs open and confirmed his suspicion: her cunt shone in the moonlight, glistening pink and tightly shaved. His cock strained against his trousers. Falling onto her, he loosened the belt of her mac and let it fall open, revealing her tits to the cold air. The nipples sprang up immediately. He pulled one into his mouth and sucked on it, biting the soft flesh and lightly bruising the delicate skin. At the same time, his hand dropped to his trousers and he unzipped the fly; reaching inside, he pulled out his cock, now hard and longing to fuck her. She drew her legs up higher, resting them onto his shoulders, as he moved closer. Grabbing her hips, he thrust his cock hard into her cunt, feeling the tightness that showed she wasn’t quite ready. He pushed deeper and she threw back her head, gasping at the painful pleasure of his brutality. He pulled himself out of her completely before entering again, giving her the full force of his thrust. He continued with these long, hard strokes, his hands grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to him, fucking her so hard that she couldn’t help screaming. The cold metal of the bonnet pressed against her back; he feverishly sucked on her tits, nipping her with his teeth every time he thrust extra hard; his balls slapping against the skin of her thighs as he drove into her faster and faster. Suddenly, he pulled away and pushed her legs down from his shoulders. She lay against the car, unable to move, as he stood in front of her with his cock in his hand. Her hand moved to her pussy and she stroked her clit, writhing against her fingers as she circled her hard little spot. Then, he grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her stomach. Using his foot, he spread her legs again. She felt two fingers slide into her cunt and she pushed down onto them, their length not matching the cock she had just been enjoying. She wanted it back inside her. But he had other ideas: she felt it nudging against her buttocks as he slowly began to ease it into her. His fingers stayed in her cunt as he fucked her ass: she had never felt so full before. The sensation was incredible: it was like being fucked from both directions. Her cunt was on fire and his long, slow strokes just added to the heat. He removed his fingers; his hands circled her waist and guided her against him, rocking her back and forwards. She rubbed her clit against the cold bonnet, the feeling contrasting with the warmth inside her. She pushed against him, guiding him deeper as her orgasm built up. He dug his nails into her skin and let out a long cry as he pumped his cum into her ass. She felt the warm liquid gushing into her, then pouring over her as he withdrew and let it fall onto her skin. Her clit exploded with pleasure and she arched her back as the wetness flooded her cunt. She lay against the bonnet, panting, sated, hot and tired. She heard him zipping up his trousers and felt a sharp slap across her ass as he walked around to the driver’s door. Getting inside, he turned to face her. “Well, are you coming?” Sex Games In The City Ch. 05 Sunday, 4 am. She didn’t want to confess: she’d been a naughty little girl. That morning she woke up early after a dirty dream where she was sucking off one guy while the other one fucked her. She felt really turned on lying in the big, hotel bed, so she started to stroke her pussy and play with her tits. She spread her legs and slipped two, wet fingers inside her cunt, pushing them up against her G-spot and circling her clit with her thumb. But it wasn’t enough to satisfy her after that dream... She needed something more fulfilling inside her. Looking in her case, she found her dildo – 10 inches of hard plastic. She put it in her mouth, wetting the end, then began rubbing it against the edge of her pussy. It was cold and it felt really good. She opened her legs wider and slid the end inside. As she fingered her clit with one hand, she pushed the dildo deeper into her cunt with the other, until it was all the way inside her. Then she began to move it in and out, feeling it filling her, waves of pleasure shooting through her cunt and her clit. If anyone had come into her room then, they would have got an awful fright seeing her fucking herself like that. But she was so caught up in the feelings of pleasure, she didn’t care. She just kept on driving that cock deep inside her as she writhed on the bed, until her cunt exploded and cum poured out of her. He came in as she lay on the bed, gasping for breath. She tried to hide the dildo under her pillow, but he saw that she had something in her hand. From the flushed look on her face and the trickle of sweat between her tits, he guessed what she had been doing. She denied everything, so he decided to use pressure to extract a confession... Sitting down on the end of the bed, he picked her up by the waist and threw her face down over his knees. Picking one of her soft leather sandals up from the floor, he brought it down hard on her ass. She cried out as the dull heat spread over her. Again and again he spanked her, alternating between cheeks, slapping the backs of her thighs, and every few strokes he pulled her head back and asked what she had been doing. She still wouldn’t answer: he needed to try something else. Flipping her back onto the bed, face up, he slowly unbuckled his belt. Gripping her wrists with one hand, he ran the leather over her flesh, between her breasts, down her belly and over her burning clit. She knew what he was threatening, but she knew the punishment he would meet out if she confessed would be worse. She grit her teeth, closed her eyes and waited for the sting of leather as he brought it down on her inner thigh. It was a hot, searing pain, too close to her pussy for comfort, but still she didn’t tell. He tickled the leather over her cunt again, and then brought it down onto her left breast. The stinging was unbearable; she squirmed against his grasp. He leaned close to her ear and asked again: what had she been doing? She whispered her reply. His face changed to a look of triumph. He told her that she had been a dirty little whore and she had to be punished: he was the only person allowed to touch her and he would make sure that she never forgot that again. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her against the bedroom wall, her arms pinned above her head. Legs barely open, he drove his cock deep into her cunt. The friction was unbelievable and she tried to open her legs wider to accommodate him; he kicked them together again and pushed harder. “You like to take it deep, don’t you, you slut? Oh yes, you fill your cunt with a dirty piece of plastic but you don’t want to feel a real man inside you. Well your cunt is mine now so you’d better get used to having my cock in there. I’m going to take you whenever I want you and there’s nothing you can do about it”. He turned her round and pushed her face down onto the bed. She tried to fight him off but he was behind her and she wasn’t strong enough to push him away. He entered her again, thrusting into her from behind, his hand pulling her hair, lifting her head so that she could see them both in the mirror. He had a wicked look in his eyes. His other hand reached under the pillow and pulled out the dildo. Grinning, you pushed it deep into her ass. Oh God, she had never felt so full! Every thrust of his cock seemed harder and tighter. He let go of her hair and circled her clit with his other hand; the pain and pleasure was more than she had ever felt and she couldn’t breathe. He fucked her harder, all the while telling her that she was a nasty little girl and that she would have to learn the hard way. Her eyes rolled back in her head: the sight of him doing such unspeakable things to her was almost too much to bear. But she did bear it, and as he thrust into her hot, wet cunt and her tight little ass, she came like she had never come before, her entire body convulsing and tears pouring from her eyes. He let her fall onto the bed, then rolled her onto her back and pulled her head up to his cock. Pushing into her mouth, he fucked her there too: she almost gagged at the force with which he filled her, but she kept sucking and licking, tasting her own cum on him, until his muscles tightened and she knew he was about to come too. He pulled away from her and shot his load all over her tits, the hot white fluid dribbling over her nipples and down her belly; returning his cock to her mouth he made her suck him clean. He then rubbed his cum into her skin, soothing the lash marks on her breasts, and blew gently on her pussy to cool it down. A broad smile spread across her face: she loved it when he caught her. Then, just as she thought that her punishment was over, he gripped her wrists again, clicking handcuffs around them so that she was chained to the bed. She protested, but he slapped her across the thighs so she closed her mouth. “I told you that your cunt was mine now. You’ll be staying here for me to use whenever I feel like it. Now, I’m going to have a shower. If you scream for help, I’ll gag you; if you try to break free, I’ll spank you harder. See you later.” He walked away, leaving her tied naked to the bed. Her clit was on fire, desperate to be stroked again, but there was nothing she could do. He had control of her now and he was going to make sure that she never forgot who was in control. Her heart raced... this was shaping up to be a good day.