0 comments/ 6470 views/ 2 favorites The Moonlight Ch. 01 By: Shagadelic13 The moonlight shines through the window, throwing a pale shadow across the lounge-room floor. Relaxing in the chair in the corner, I am in total darkness, sitting there, waiting for your arrival. I have read and re-read your emails to me, and I wonder to myself how much is truth and how much is imagination. How I wish I had actually seen you like that! I have no idea of what you actually look like, so my imagination is running riot. I shiver slightly, thinking of you dressed up in your Angora top, breasts straining against the tightness, midriff showing, your skin slightly rough with goose-bumps, and the tartan skirt, barely long enough to cover the curve of your ass cheeks. My mind's eye wanders down your shapely legs, picturing the smoothness of your thigh, the curve of your calf, ending in the white ankle boots you have described to me. Are you petite? Are you more womanly? How tall are you? Do your breasts defy gravity, or will they spill downwards when released from your bra? These are the questions running through my mind, as I sit there, aroused, breathing heavily, and waiting, waiting for you to enter the room...The room I have booked is on the top floor of a hotel, looking out over the ocean. Looking out the window there are no other buildings in sight. I chose this room for exactly that purpose, I want tonight played out in the moonlight, at least at first, and I don't want you to worry about someone seeing you...not yet, at least. We have also agreed on a "safe" word, something for you to use if I am too much for you. We have chosen "Armageddon", as it seems appropriate to use a term that means "the end of the world". I have told you not to knock, that the door will be unlocked, and that you should come straight in and lock the door behind you. You should then just stand there, looking at the door, awaiting my instructions. I hope you do, I hope you understand that I want to control the situation; I want to take you and use you, as you have told me I can. The room is warm enough that I am comfortable to sit here in wrapped in a satin robe, but cool enough that your skin and body will react to it. My hand rubs along the length of my cock as it strains against my underwear. I wonder what you will think of me, whether you will like what you see, or whether I will be man enough for you, but then I dismiss those thoughts. Tonight is for my pleasure, for me to use you, and I will not worry about your desires yet. The urge to grasp my cock and pump it till I come is nearly overwhelming, but I force that urge down. Why should I waste my effort on doing that, when you will be my willing sex-slave for the night?Is that a noise I hear? Yes, footsteps coming down the hall. My heart flutters in anticipation as I hear the steps falter and stop just outside the door. I can almost see your thoughts: "Do I go in? I have never seen this man before; I have no idea what he looks like or what he's going to do to me. Should I just turn around and leave, or should I go through with this? Oh, I want him to fuck me so badly, but I'm scared as hell! What do I do?" It seems that your desire to be used, to be well and truly fucked, overrules your arguments, and you turn the handle, pushing the door open. I can't believe this! I can't believe that you're actually coming through the door, a willing participant to this whole crazy thing! But there you are! I see you as you come in, the moonlight shining on your face. You hesitate, looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car; you quickly glance around the room, straining to see me, to see if I am here, but then you remember what I asked of you. You step further in the room, turn around and shut the door, then you stand there. I can see that your breathing is very heavy; you are scared, but as your nipples briefly showed in the moonlight before you turned around, you are extremely turned on. I sit in my chair, hand still idly stroking my cock through my underpants, looking at you. My earlier vision of what you would look like is proven fairly accurate. Your gorgeous body is only just covered by the flimsy garments you are wearing. I am even more turned on, and my cock throbs viciously. I want to bend you over, rip your panties aside, and take you there and then...but no, I want to make this last. I want you to know that I am in control, and that you will do as I say. I let another few seconds go by, watching as you start to fidget. "Hello Little Sally." You jump slightly at the sound of my voice, and start to turn towards me. "Don't turn around." "S-sorry...h-hello M." You call me by the initial I asked you to use. Little do you realise that "M" stands for "Master", but you will learn that lesson soon. I smile. A nice voice to go with that tight body. And you can follow instructions! My smile widens. "It is very nice to finally see you. You look amazing, as I thought you would. Did you enjoy walking through the hotel dressed like that?" "Sort of. I felt cheap and under-dressed, but I got some amazing looks from people." "Of course you would have, who could not look? You did not see me as you entered the room?" "No M, I didn't. That's how you wanted it, wasn't it?" "Yes Little Sally, yes it is. And tonight is about how I want it, isn't it? That's what we agreed on?" A slight pause, then "Yes." "Yes what, Miss Sally?" "Yes..M." "Very good. Tonight is my night. You agreed to meet me here, and to allow me to use you as I feel fit, did you not?" "Yes M." "Does that scare you? Be honest." "A bit, yes; I only know you from our e-mails." "But our e-mails have been fairly explicit haven't they? You should know what to expect." "Yes M, they have, but I didn't know if they were what you were really like or not." "Well you are about to find out, aren't you? Are your panties wet?" "A little..." "What colour are they?" "Black lace, as you asked for. Would you like to see?" "No Little Sally. I'll tell you when I want to see them. Now, close your eyes and turn around. Make sure you keep your eyes closed." "Yes M." You turn around slowly, your eyes squeezed tightly shut. You stand there, legs slightly apart, arms crossed beneath your breasts, emphasizing them even more. Your nipples are very erect I notice, and I want to see them, to lick and suck and bite them. I whistle, long and slow, in approval. "Very nice Little Sally. Now take three steps towards me, eyes still closed remember." You take three paces towards me, your skirt lifting slightly on each movement, almost giving me a peek at your panties. Each step brings you further into the moonlight, so I can see you more and more clearly. I squeeze my cock with the hand that is stroking it, wanting to take you so badly... "Okay, now stop and turn around again. But stand with your legs tightly together." You turn away from me, and then put your legs together. "I want you to slowly lift the back of your skirt so I can see your ass in those panties." You put your hands behind you and grab the hem of your skirt, then slowly begin to raise it, revealing the curve of your cheeks, and then the panties I have longed to see. "Mmmm-mmm. Very nice. But I can't quite see you, let's see if this helps. CLICK! I turn on the lamp that I have beside me, and it spotlights you perfectly. I can now clearly see your milky-white skin, your smooth ass cheeks, and the black lace panties that you are wearing. You drop your skirt quickly and stand up straight. "What are you doing Little Sally? Did I say you could move?" "Th-the light...scared me a bit." "Did it really? Well that's a bit of bad luck. Now get back to where you were, and if you forget my name again I shall have to punish you." I hear you swallow back a retort, and I can see you struggle with yourself, the urge to tell me to get fucked battling with the urge to let me fuck you. In the end, you slowly bend over again and raise your skirt. "Good girl, Little Sally. Now what do you say to me?" "I'm sorry...M." "Very good. Now, where were we? Ah yes, you were doing exactly what I asked. Turn around, it doesn't matter now if you have your eyes open." You turn around, but because of the lamp you are unable to get a look at me; you can see a vague shape just beyond the light, but the glare makes it impossible to see any details. "Remove that sweater. Now." "You hesitate slightly; "Now I said!". You quickly grab the bottom of your sweater and pull it over your head, your breasts bouncing up and down with the force of your movements. As you drop it to the ground I stare at your breasts, only just enclosed in a black lace bra that looks two sizes too small. No wonder your nipples were so prominent! "Okay, now the skirt, but slowly..." You reach to the side and unhook the buttons on the skirt and slowly, starting to tease me a little, you unwrap it from your hips. Yours panties come in to view and you throw the skirt aside, standing there in you bra and panties. I feel a bit of pre-cum ooze from the end of my cock, and I wish I could get you to lick it off, but I want to keep you right where you are. "So, are you uncomfortable? Are you ready for the next stage?" The Moonlight Ch. 02 "So, are you uncomfortable? Are you ready for the next stage?" You reply hesitantly, "I think...yes M, I am ready to go on." "Good answer Little Sally...but you know that we're too far gone now to stop anyway. You still have your 'safe' word, but I would be very disappointed in you if you used it. How wet are you now little Sally?" "Very wet M...my panties are nearly soaking!" "Very good. So you are enjoying this. Now spin for me, nice and slowly...I want to see all of you." You twirl around like a ballerina in slow motion, you skin almost translucent in the harsh light of the lamp, until you are back facing me again. "Mmmm...very nice. Bend forward, I want to see your breasts strain against that bra." You bend forward, slowly. "Yes, that's it...my-my what lovely breasts you have. Jiggle them for me with your hands...yes that's it." Your cup the undersides of each breast and jiggle them around for me. "Enough Little Sally. Stand up, turn around, spread your legs wide, then touch your toes." You look up at me to see if I'm serious, forgetting that you can't see me. "Uh-uhh" I say, and you quickly stand up and turn around. You spread your legs, "Wider.", a bit wider, then you slowly bend down, placing your palms on the floor in front of you. This gives me a fantastic view of your tight ass in those panties, and it also frames your pussy very nicely. I curse myself for not making you wear white panties, as the black ones make it almost impossible for me to see the evidence of your arousal. "Reach up and pull those panties into your ass crack so it looks like you're wearing a G, then rub your finger from your ass to your cunt, nice and slowly." You do as I ask, splitting your ass cheeks with the seam of your panties, then slowly running your finger right through your ass-crack, down over your pussy, shivering slightly as it traces your lips and brushes over your clit. I notice this with a smile, knowing that you are getting more and more turned on. How far can I take you before you tell me to stop, or before I just have to jump on you and fuck you till you scream in pleasure? My cock feels as hard as steel, and I rub it a bit harder, wrapping my fingers around its 5-inch girth, stroking it, longing to pound it into your wet cunt. "Okay Little Sally, stand up, turn around and take that bra off. Good girl. I like the way your nipples are standing to attention. Are they sensitive?" You nod, then quickly catch yourself, "Yes M. Very sensitive." "Really? Pinch your left one, and do it hard." You reach up to your left nipple and grip it between your thumb and forefinger, squeezing firmly. "Hard I said, or shall I show you how I want it done?" "No M, I'll do it properly." You squeeze your nipple hard, and your sharp intake of breath is all the proof I need. When you release it, it is standing noticeably more firm and erect than the other one. "Now, flick the other one with your finger, let's see if you enjoy that as much as pinching." You hastily comply, flicking your right nipple hard with your finger, your body jumping a little bit from the unexpected pain. Your nipple gives away your arousal though, sticking out straight and hard from your breast! "So you like it a little bit rough Little Sally? Does your father spank you anymore?" "No M, but I'm sure he'd like to, the bastard. I leave his joystick wet with my juices when I'm masturbating about you so he can smell it when he gets home. I hope it drives him crazy!" "So, you don't like your father much, hey? A typical teen girls reaction I suppose. Do you miss his spankings?" "What do you mean M? No, why would I miss them?" "Step closer to the light...okay, stop. Now turn around, bend over, and close your eyes." I look at you, bent forward away from me, your alabaster skin begging for my attention. SMACK! I bring my open hand down hard on your asscheek, the sound echoing in the room. You cry in surprise and stand up, taking a step away from me, your hand going to your ass where I slapped you, rubbing it. You look back at me with a pained expression on your face, but you can't see me properly. "What the hell are you --" "Shut-up Sally." "But why di-" "I said shut up! Unless you're gonna use the 'safe' word, you do as I say. Now shut-up and get back to where you were. Hurry up!" You hesitate for a split second, and I can see you thinking about using the word, but then you step back to where you were, turn around and bend over, offering your ass to me. I can see my hand-print in blazing red on your white skin, and I know it must have hurt you. I smile, knowing that while it was painful, if you hadn't enjoyed it in some way, you would have gone by now. I reach down and tenderly rub it (you jump slightly at the first contact) with one hand, then I let that hand glide down to your pussy. "My you are wet, you dirty little bitch." I cup your whole pussy in one hand, feeling the heat emanating off it, and listen to you moan softly. You try to push your cunt onto my hand even harder, so SMACK! I bring my other hand down hard on your other asscheek. You jump and squeal, but don't move away; "You don't move until I tell you to, okay Little Sally?" "Yes M." you say, your breath coming a bit harder now. SMACK! Again I slap your asscheek, and I know it must be hurting you, but you're starting to enjoy it too. I grin, knowing that you are going to make this night very special, and after tonight, you will do whatever I want, whenever I want. I look at my hand prints on your asscheeks, and rub your pussy through your panties a bit more. I then bring my hand to my nose, inhaling your scent. I groan loudly, "You smell fucking divine Little Sally. Get those panties off and smell your scent." You reach your fingers under the band of your panties and slowly push them down; as you bend over to pick them up I get a tantalizing view of your freshly waxed cunt, glistening moistly in the lamp light. "Turn around and show me how you smell your soiled panties Dirty Girl." You look into the lamplight, trying to get a look at me, but still the light defeats you. Bringing the panties close to your nose you inhale deeply. You've always liked the smell of your juices, but smelling your arousal off your panties gives you a light-headed sensation. "Now turn them inside out and lick yourself off them." Slowly, unsure of this, you do as I say, turning the panties so the inside patch that catches your daily excretions is facing out; you raise them to your tongue and lick them. You don't know what to expect because you've been wearing these all day, but you're surprised at the taste, a mix of your juices from right now plus your normal excretions from during the day. It is a sweet, slightly tangy taste..and a hint of salt? "The salt you're no doubt tasting there is your urine, a few little drops that escape normally during the day and after you have gone to the toilet. Interesting is it not?" You almost gag at the thought, but the taste is not unpleasant. You lick again, and get more of yourself on your tongue. Again you lick, and begin to like the taste. "Enough Dirty Girl. I want a share as well. Give them here." A disembodied hand floats out from the darkness into the lamplight, and you drop your panties into its grasp. The hand disappears, and then you can hear me inhaling. "Ahhh...my god you smell beautiful." A slight pause, and then "You taste beautiful too! I cannot wait until I can drink from the fountain where this nectar came from! Turn around, bend over and spread your ass with your hands; I want a full view of your ass and cunt." You comply, swiftly turning, bending, and pulling open your ass and pussy for me to view. "Ah, so beautiful." Click-FLASH! " Don't move you dirty little bitch, I want something to remember this by, so bend back over." You bend back over, wondering why you are so quick to comply, wondering why you're letting me take photos of you like this when you wouldn't even let your boyfriends see you do this! Then you realise that this is what you want; you want to be controlled, be dominated, be used...you smile, pulling your ass cheeks further apart, enjoying the sense of being used as I see fit. "Ah, I see that you've finally come to the party Dirty Girl. In that case, I'll put away the camera for now. You won't be worried now whenever I bring it out, which is what I wanted. Now, face me and get on your hands and knees you dirty little bitch." Quickly you turn around and drop to all fours, a look of expectation on your face. "You've been a very good girl so far, I think I might give you a present. Get up onto your knees, grab your nipples and pull them out as far as you can. Yes, that's it, hurts doesn't it? Now twist them either way. Oh you are a very dirty little girl aren't you? Close your eyes and open your mouth." Quickly your eyes shut, and you open your mouth obligingly. I stand up. Letting the robe fall to the floor, and I quickly step out of my underwear, letting my cock spring free. It is hard as a rock, hanging just about horizontal, the almost 8-inches of it too heavy to point to the ceiling. I step towards you, sitting there on your knees, mouth open, until my cock is just about to enter your mouth. "Stick your tongue out. Very good. Now don't move." I wrap my hand around my cock, then I slowly rub the underside of the head along the top of your tongue. The sensation makes me groan, and if I didn't have so much self-control I would have shot my load then and there. I push my hips forward so the head of my cock is just past your lips. "Close your mouth and swirl your tongue around." You do as I say, the salty taste of my pre-cum mixing with the taste of your panties from earlier. "Oh godddddd......" I moan, and quickly pull my cock away from your mouth. "Too early for that my dear. I think I might test your obedience again. Close your mouth." Again, you follow my orders; you can sense me moving but you're unsure of what I'm doing. The urge to open your eyes is strong, but your desire to be dominated is stronger still, so you remain as you are. You feel my skin very close to your face; "Stick your tongue out and hold it firm. Very good. Now lick my ass you dirty fucking bitch!" You feel my hand go behind your head and push forward, and then your tongue is in my asscrack; you quickly pull it back into your mouth, but I grab your hair in my hand and twist. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? I want you to lick my ass, so you'll fucking do it!" With that I push your head back into my crack. You fight against me, the disgust of what I want you to do making you struggle in my grasp. Suddenly I release you and step away. "What are you doing Little Sally? I ask quietly, my back to you. All you can see of me is my back and ass, silhouetted by the lamplight. "I'm not doing that, it's disgusting!" "What did you just say?" "I said I-" "Did you use the safe word?" "No, but that's disg-" "Close your eyes. Now." You comply, wondering what I'm doi-SMACK! "Fuck!!!" you cry as my hand slaps forcefully on your breast, right across the nipple, leaving a welt in the shape of my hand. "Disobey me again bitch, and that is the least of the pain you will feel. Are you going to do as I say?" I can see your breath hitching in your throat, trying to stop from crying. "Well, are you?" "Okay, yes, yes I will.' SMACK! Across your other breast. "Okay who Little Sally? What's my name?" "Fuck!!! Okay M, I will do as you say." I lean down till I am right beside your ear; "Are you sure, you fucking little bitch, or do you want to leave right now. I have no time for someone who does not want me to use them as I feel fit." The Moonlight Ch. 03 You hesitate, knowing that this is your chance to escape...but the curiosity and desire in you win out. It hasn't been what you expected, but neither has it been something you haven't wanted, haven't liked. Besides, you could still use the safe-word if you needed it...couldn't you? "Well? What's it to be dirty girl? Agree, or walk away and never look back?" You take a deep breath, "I want to stay and be used by you M. I am sure." I smile, looking at you, your eyes closed, red welts on your breasts in the shape of my hand, and I know that I have you. I know that now, unless I push you way too hard, you will never use the safe word. "Good. Now do not disobey me again. Have I made myself clear?" "Yes M." "Excellent. Now where were we Little Sally?" I tenderly say, and I smile again, knowing that changing the way I address you from an endearing term like Little Sally to Dirty Bitch and back again is playing havoc with your mind. Your response is quick. "I was going to lick your ass M." "I don't know if I want you to now...you upset me before." Again you respond the way I hoped. "Please M, I am sorry. May I lick your ass for you?" I look down at you, your eyes closed, pleading with me to let you lick my ass. I reach out with my hand and tenderly touch your face, letting my fingers gently drift across your cheek. "You are a beautiful woman Little Sally. Why are you acting like such a slut? Do you like me treating you this way?" "Yes M, it's what I want, what I've always wanted." "Good girl," I say, as I gently touch your hair, "now stick out your tongue again, and do as I say." You immediately obey, your arms staying by your side as you stick your tongue out as far as you can, holding the muscles firm. I turn around, spread my ass cheeks, and move back slowly. When my ass is about an inch from your face I stop. "Open your eyes dirty girl. Open them and look at what you're doing. I want you to lick my ass, gently first, all around, then I want you to probe your tongue inside, as far as you can. Get to work." "Yes M." Your eyes open, and right in front of you is my ass. The curve of my cheeks is split by my asscrack, and there, directly in view is my puckered little asshole. You inhale slightly, and a musky, slightly sour smell reaches your nostrils. A part of your mind is rebelling, screaming at you: "What are you doing? You're acting like a dirty little slut! Leave this freak and run away! Get away from him as far as you can!!!!" But another part of you, the part that wants to be dominated, to be controlled, is enjoying this attention and treatment too much to stop. You reach your hands up, but then pause. "May I hold your cheeks apart with my hands M?" "Ha! Very good Little Sally, you're learning quickly. Yes you may." I remove my hands, and you quickly put a hand on either of my cheeks and pull them apart. You're conscious to not be too rough as you know the punishment would be swift. Staring at my ass, you lean in, licking your tongue up the inside of one cheek, and then down the inside of the other. My little groan of pleasure tells you I like it, so you continue to slowly do this for a few more seconds. You stop, pull your head away, then nip gently at my right cheek, then the left, then you go back to licking the insides, avoiding my ring for the moment. You try to get your tongue down to lick my perineum and I sense where you're going and bend over enough for you to reach. I groan louder, loving the contact of your wet tongue on that extremely sensitive area. You allow your tongue to flick my balls, and then you begin to lick back up to my anus, excruciatingly slowly. You can tell by my breathing that I am enjoying it, and as you come closer and closer to my ring my breathing gets quicker. You stop, and can hear my breathing stop, but then you make your tongue as flat and wide as possible and slowly run it directly over my asshole, coating it thickly in your saliva. I moan loudly, "Fuck-k-k Sally..."; you can taste my ass on your tongue, it's a mixture of sweat and other things, other things that you don't really want to think about. The taste is not all that bad, and you also realise that if you get enough saliva over it you will hardly get the taste at all, so you lick again, making sure your tongue is nice and wet. Suddenly you stop, pulling your head away slightly, and I wonder what you're doing, but then I feel your breath on my anus, cooling down your saliva. You can see my sphincter contract slightly as the cool air touches it, then you plant your hot wet tongue against it. The sensations that the two extremes give makes me shudder, and you smile, knowing that I am loving what you're doing. You run your tongue over my ring a few more times, then you harden your tongue and begin running the tip just around the edge of my asshole in ever diminishing circles. Soon enough your tongue is rubbing around the wrinkled hole of my anus, and you can feel my excitement. You stop, "May I have your right hand to hold your ass-cheek apart M? I would like to play with your cock while I do this." My hand comes around and replaces yours on my ass, and I pull apart my cheek so that now with both our hands my ass is spread wide for you. You reach your free hand through my legs and start caressing my balls, and then you press your tongue flat against my ring. I moan louder this time, and you know I am enjoying this immensely. You slide your hand from my balls onto the shaft of my cock, and you feel it twitch in your hands. At the same time you tense the muscles in your tongue and push it straight into my ass. At first my sphincter tightens up, but then it releases slightly, allowing you to push your tongue even further in. The realisation of what you're doing suddenly hits you. Here you are, on your knees, a strangers' cock in your hand and your tongue shoved in his ass...and you're loving it. You couldn't care how much of a slut you look like; this is what you want to be doing, where you want to be. With that knowledge you start to thrust your tongue in and out of my ass while stroking my cock at a matching pace. The guttural growl that escapes my throat lets you know that I'm in ecstasy, and you increase the pace. All you want to do is please me, to make me come... I pull away from you, knocking your hand away from my cock. You look up, puzzled, but my back is still facing you, so you can't see my expression. "Enough you dirty slut. Did you enjoy eating my ass?" "Yes M. Why did you st-" I cut you off. "No questions slut. Can you still taste my ass on your tongue?" You lick your lips and swirl your tongue in your mouth. "Yes M, I can." "Wipe your cunt, take the wetness and suck it off your fingers then." You reach your hand down to your pussy, amazed at the wetness you find there, and run your fingers up the slit, getting plenty of juices on them. You then bring your fingers to your mouth, and I smile as you slowly run them over your lips and then insert them into your mouth, one at a time, sucking the juices off them. I can see your wetness glisten on and around your lips. "Eyes closed again. Now stand up." You comply quickly, and then stand there, wondering what is happening. You sense me near you, and then all of a sudden you feel my lips on yours, my tongue running around them, then forcing its way into your mouth. You want to open your eyes, but you dare not. I move in and kiss you forcefully, crushing your lips against mine, tasting your juices, and when I thrust my tongue in your mouth I also get a hint of my ass. I feel you start to respond to the kiss, so I quickly pull away. "No more for now Little Sally. Time for you to continue being a little whore for me." I walk back behind the lamp, sitting in my chair, and wrap my hand around my cock. God, I just want to fuck you, or have you swallow my cock so I can blow my load down your throat, but I want to make you wait even more. And I know that the anticipation from these games will make me come so much harder when I do... "So, do you feel dirty after doing that?" "No M. I did at first, but I don't now." "Have you ever done anything like that for any of your other boyfriends?" "No M." "Good. And you never will from now on. You will save those degrading acts for me...and me alone." "Yes M." "I don't need your permission bitch. Now, see that glass vase over there?" You look over to the table near the window and see a clear glass vase with some flowers in it. "Yes M, I do." "Good, go over and get it, throw those flowers and water out, then bring it back into the lamplight and place it on the floor." I watch as you go and do what I say, admiring your gorgeous body, the tight ass and firm breasts. I can't believe how much younger than me you are, and I also can't believe that you're allowing this to happen, but I'm not stupid enough to let you know that. You disappear into the bathroom and I hear you tip the water down the sink, then you come back into the light and place the vase on the floor. I can see the curiosity in your eyes, and I smile. The next act in your degradation is about to begin...