Chapter 2
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Posted:Sep 24, 2014 10:58 am
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Chapter 2.
You’re first choice.
“Oh, Please Sir use my dripping pussy first. Please abuse my filthy cunt, fill it and stretch it out as far as it will go. Make it take whatever you desire. My holes are yours Sir to do with as you wish.” A tone of panic is rising in your voice as you beg me to abuse your lovely pink slit.
“Well my little slut I believe that is an acceptable choice.”
As I speak you manage to spread your cheeks even further apart. Your chest presses harder into the floor, back arching downward. This movement forces your lovely cunt out towards me. All I can do is admire the beauty of the wanton flesh before me. I stare amazed as I watch your labia slowly part revealing the hole within. Juices glistening.
“That my slut is a very hungry hole!” I can’t help but give a little chuckle.
“Yes Sir. I have been dreaming of this day when I would feel your hands on me and in me for the first time. My cunt is so hungry to be filled by you Sir.”
One thing I must do before I begin the exploration of that now dripping fuckhole. I stand slowly, my legs forcing the chair to slide back, grating on the floor. You shiver at the sound. I slowly kneel where the chair had been. Your sent is so sweet. I place my hands on my knees and lean closer, inhaling deeply. I lean even closer, my nose almost touching your lushes lips. My tongue snakes out, reaching for your clit. My tongue finds it, forcing my nose to brush lightly between your labia. A Shiver runs through you. Slipping off of your clit to fall between the folds, I trail my tongue upwards pressing as deeply as I can, moving slowly so I might savor your flavor as long as possible. Too soon I have reached the end of your slit. I continue my taste dragging further across your delicate rosebud before I lean back.
“You are delicious my pet.”
“Thank you Sir. Your tongue felt wonderful.”
You continue to maintain your position, cheeks parted, pussy thrust out, eager to be filled. I lean over to the table and remove the next item I will need. I can’t wait to use one of the many huge toys from my collection in those sweet holes, but tonight I will be using my fingers and hands to test your limits.
I turn back to you holding the bottle of lube high above your crack with my left hand. I tilt it over watching as the slick liquid slowly drips from the opening to land at the top of your crack and begin a slow cold path to that steaming cunt. I continue the flow until a steady line runs from the top of your crack all the way to your clit. A shudder courses through you at the cold liquid touch. My right hand reaches out to catch the lube before any of it falls to the floor. It pools into my palm leaving a heavy sheen in its wake. I raise my palm upwards smearing it back into your folds and forcing a large amount into your eagerly open cunt. I begin rubbing my palm against you with more force, massaging your lips, my thumb between your cheeks rubbing that lovely rose bud. You moan and press further into my rubbing hand. I am pleased you continue to hold yourself open. I flick my fingers back and forth over your clit drawing another moan. Back and forth my fingers work teasing your clit. I smile as your moans increase and you try to grind your mound harder against my rhythmic fingers.
I slowly rotate my hand, shifting my fingers off of your clit and over your slit replacing them with my thumb that quickly presses against that rock of a bud of flesh. I squeeze my index finger towards my thumb, pressing it between your lips where that greedy hole eagerly sucks it in. My finger disappears, smothered in the warm depths of your pussy. A more satisfied groan escapes you. I follow my index finger quickly with a second and then a third. That lovely cunt is everything I had hoped and sucks them in just as quickly. The pulses of your gripping muscles try to draw me further into you. You hunch back into my probing fingers.
“Please Sir, more. I need more. Fill my greedy pussy.” You plead with me.
“Soon little slut. Soon I will give you all you can take but for now I must see about something else.”
Before you can utter another word my three fingers curl downward inside of you reaching for that firm patch of skin I know is there. My fingers find your g-spot as my thumb hooks over your clit pressing in and driving my fingers hard into your spot. That’s all it takes and you are shaken by your first orgasm. You lose your grip on your cheeks, hands falling palm down on the floor. I smile at your loss of control. You try to reach back to open yourself again but are unable as another orgasm threatens to take you.
“It is ok little slut. Tonight alone I will forgive your lack of control. For tonight you may cum whenever you need, give in to the pleasure and let yourself go.” I continue to manipulate your spot, increasing the pace.
“Thank you Sir.” You manage to gasp as your second orgasm takes you accompanied by an increase of juices dripping from your cunt.
That is the sign I had hoped to see. I Increase the pressure even more. I grind my fingers into you, steadily applying pressure to your clit with my thumb. You tense as the next orgasm builds. Faster and faster I rub. You Scream out as your third orgasm racks you sweet body and as I had hoped a gush of fluids splashes forth from your pussy coating my hand and spilling to the floor around our knees.
“My little slut is a squirter!” I announce happily without slowing my furious manipulation of your g-spot.
Before you can catch your breath another orgasm takes you followed by even heavier squirting. You attempt to pull away and I reach around your waste with my left arm holding you to me. I continue to force yet another, your fifth, orgasm from you.
“Oh please Sir, you’re killing me!” You manage to scream between breaths and just before your sixth orgasm slams through you.
“Silence slut! This is my cunt to use as I see fit!” You are over the edge now. I hardly have to twitch my fingers to send you into one orgasm after another. You are screaming and thrashing wildly. A river flows freely from your sweet pussy. I lose count after your ninth or tenth orgasm. My arm and fingers are beginning to cramp from the activity. I press on harder, forcing one last orgasm from you. As you thrash and buck through it I slowly ease the pressure and let my fingers slip from you soaking cunt. I am holding most of the weight of you on my left arm. I slowly lower you to floor and extract my arm from beneath you. You lie there panting in a surprisingly large pool of your pussy juice.
I ease myself back into my chair. I just sit and admire your body face down splayed out on the floor at my feet.
“That is where you belong little slut, forever at my feet.” I whisper.
Several minutes pass before your breathing slows to something close to normal. You raise yourself to your knees and turn facing me. Your head and eyes down.
“I’m sorry I lost control Sir. This slut is ashamed of her behavior. Slut will understand if Sir wishes to cast her out because she isn’t worthy.”
“I’ll hear nothing of that little slut, I gave you permission to cum at will tonight and that is exactly what I expect you to do. Control of the degree you will need to take that will only come in time and with much practice. I don’t want to hear another word about it. Plus, my slut gave me an even bigger surprise. My Slut is a squirter. Did you know you could do that?”
“No Sir that is the first time. It was so incredible I can’t wait for you to make me do that over and over again.” You smile up at me.
“Good now stand before me slut.”
You rise before me, hands sliding behind your back. You breast still stretched upward, nipples a lovely angry shade of red. Your eyes stare at the wall behind me.
“I bet those nipples hurt don’t they slut?”
“Yes Sir.” You answer hesitantly
“Good.” I respond with a quick slap to each breast.
The sting jolts you. You flinch and whimper but don’t utter a word of complaint.
“I think it’s time to let them down now.” This brings a sigh of relief from you and a smile from me. I know what is next, my slut doesn’t.
I reach over to the table and remove a second set of clover clamps from the drawer. No chain joins this pair together but each has a small mettle hook hanging off of it. In addition to them I grab a pair of small round weights, each weighs about four ounces. Staring straight ahead you don’t see any of these. I reach up taking a hold of your right breast. Your nipples are swollen and stretched up by the chain around your neck. I tilt your breast out exposing the nipple and quickly attach the clamp to the tip of your nipple and hang one of the weights from the hook. This only draws a slight whimper from you and I follow up with the same treatment to your left. I then reach up grasping the side of each clamp on the ends of the chain at the same time.
“Are you ready slut?”
“Yes Sir.” You answer nervously.
I release simultaneously, freeing them. Your neck arches, head back and you scream out as your breasts drop, released from above only to be jerked just as forcefully down by the clamps and weights attached to the tips of your nipples. You let out a softer scream with each bounce of your weighted tits as they slowly come to a stop. You are breathing rapidly as you slowly return your head to a forward position. I can see tears on your cheeks, but still no safe words. I am impressed to say the least.
“How are you dear slut?”
“I am fine Sir. This slut loves that you know just how to use her like the proper little fuck toy that she is.”
“Very good little slut. I must say you are certainly impressing me thus far, but we shall see.” This brings a smile to your face between the cringes.
“Now this is what we are going to do. I am going to continue to sit here. You are going to straddle my right knee where I will be holding my fingers and hand up. You’re going to fuck yourself onto my fingers and hand. I am going to go ahead and start with just two fingers. You will have to ask for more. Our goal here is to see just how far you can push yourself and how much you can take. You have told me how much you love to be stretched and filled to the max, now it’s time for you to prove this.”
“Yes Sir.” You respond happily. “But can we please start with three fingers in my nasty cunt? I know I can take that.”
“Yes we can slut, begin.”
I smile as you move to straddle my right knee, which causes the weights to sway and brings a grimace from you but it doesn’t slow you in the least.
I position my elbow just pas my knee arm extended. Fingers still glistening with lube and your juices point upwards. You have to extend up on your toes to get my three fingers started into your slit. As soon as you feel them enter you thrust yourself down, taking them in a rush. My thumb bounces off your clit and my little fingers slides between your cheeks along your crack. No sooner have you taken them then you’re rising up only to slam back down. You are certainly serious about proving yourself. You fuck yourself up and down for a few more strokes.
“Please Sir may I have another finger in my nasty cunt?”
I don’t say a word only slide my little finger next to the other three as you go up. You slam down on the added finger with a grunt and a hungry sigh. You continue further down now sliding the full length of my hand until you are stopped by my thumb. Four fingers and my palm are buried inside that steaming box of yours. You don’t rise up as quickly this time, instead you grind down against my hand as you move your hips in a circular motion. I can feel my fingers bumping your cervix. Your breathing is growing deeper, more guttural. Slowly you start sliding yourself up only to slam back down. The force with which you are slamming yourself on my hand surprises me. Up and down you go, building speed. Then it happens, you slam down throwing your head back, you let out a scream as an orgasm takes you. I feel your legs weaken briefly. You quickly regain composure.
Your head comes forward and you look into my eyes.
“I need more Sir. This nasty little fuck puppet needs your fist in her filthy cunt!”
I am only too happy to oblige. I tuck my thumb inside my fingers as you rise up, forming a duck bill shape. You don’t slam yourself down this time but ease downward with steady pressure. You easily reach the base of my thumb before you meet resistance. It only slows you for a moment, you continue to push letting your weight force my fist inside of you. You stretch to pass my thumb then in a rush you slip down, burying my hand to the wrist. You gasp as my hand fills you. It’s more a gasp of pleasure than pain. Again you start you grinding motion. My fingers are shoved firmly against your cervix and the back walls of your cunt. Your motions begin to increase. I slowly curl my fingers over and around my thumb inside of you forming a fist as you start to rise up. You feel the change in shape and let out a lustful groan. You sink back down slowly. You continue down even further now that my fingers aren’t extended. You are at my wrist, an inch, two, and then three inches past my wrist onto my forearm before my fist is firmly against your cervix. You rock back and forth slowly savoring the fullness my fist is giving you. Back your head goes and you scream with the most powerful orgasm I have ever witnessed. Your juices spray around my arm, coating it, my lap and the insides of your thighs.
Your legs buckle, but I am able to catch you before you fall. I rotate out of my chair and lower you into it. My fist still buried in your cunt. I don’t move it at all I just leave it buried there. Slowly you regain your senses. Your eyes open with a puzzled look. It’s obvious you have no idea how you ended up in the chair.
“Sir?” You whisper, obviously confused.
“It’s ok my little meat puppet, you passed out with your last orgasm.” I respond softly.
“Are you ready for me to remove my fist?” You look down quickly only just now realizing my hand is still buried inside of you. I can’t help but laugh.
You blush and shake your head no as you start to wiggle on my fist. My god you actually want to keep going.
I start to slowly work my fist in and out, but not completely. I change directions and push back in as we reach the thickest part each time. Your breathing quickens, you start thrusting your hips out to meet my plunging hand.
“Please Sir, take it all the way out this time and plunge it into me.”
The next outward stroke my hand comes free with a plop and is quickly met by your thrusting hips as I plunge back in. In and out we go my fist slamming into you violently. Your head thrashes side to side, you’re gasping for breath, but still you slam into me every bit as hard as I into you.
“More Sir, More, More, More!” You scream out, and then you are gone. The tidal wave that splashes out of you floods the chair, the floor and both of us. You fall back gasping for air, your eyes rolling back.
I kneel there my arm buried inside of you. I reach up with my free hand removing the clamps from your nipples. One of the weights came off somewhere during your orgasm. This only brings the slightest whimper. I wait patiently admiring the amazing slut before me. Slowly I feel the vise of your well used cunt begin to relax. I extend my fingers inside of you and start to withdraw my hand then stop, wondering. I slowly twist my hand left then right, gently. You purr softly. I repeat the action to be greeted by an even deeper purr. I’m amazed. Your response to my movements can only mean you are ready for more. I had surely figured after that you would be done. I continue twisting my hand slowly side to side. Your eyes flutter and you smile up at me, lips parting. I can’t hold myself back and dive into your our mouths locking together. My free hand finds the back of your neck. Your hands find my head and pull me into you. I continue twisting my right hand inside of you. I go with your embrace. Our tongues swirl and twist. My breathing quickens, my cock throbs bouncing against your leg. You pull back catching your breath and look down between us with a smile. My raging cock sways at attention.
“Sir may I feel your cock in me now?” You ask quietly.
“Yes my slut, you may.”
I start to withdraw my hand slowly from your sweltering pussy. You reach out grabbing my arm stopping me. I look up mildly surprised.
“Please Sir, I want you cock in me with your hand. I want you to jerk off in me, just like you told me you dreamed of. How some day you would train a perfect little slut take anything and everything you wanted in her holes.” Your words floor me. All I can do is stare at you in admiration.
I silently scoot you out to the edge of the chair. You come willingly, a lovely smile on your face. I catch your right leg behind the knee and push it up over the arm of the chair spreading your legs wide. Your legs spread I take my cock in my free hand, rotating my right hand palm towards my cock inside of you. I slide my hand out of you just enough to see the fold in my palm caused by the squeezing of your pussy. I place the head of my cock where your lips stretch over my palm and slowly start to push. The head starts moving inward, the pressure is intense. Your are so wet with the mixture of lube and your cum that it helps immensely. As my head pops in suddenly you grimace biting down on your lower lip, eyes closing. I freeze. The last thing I want to do is push you too far too fast and risk injuring or damaging you. Slowly you open your eyes. Giving a little smile you nod your head. I start pressing inward again. This time you are pushing back. Slowly but steadily I sink into you. Our position prevents us from being able to go any deeper but easily three fourths of my cock is in my palm, both inside that wonderful amazing pussy of yours. We pause; your breath comes in short gasps. I know it must be painful but you are smiling up at me. I fall back into you as your lips part and our mouths find each other again. We groan, neither wanting to stop for breath. I slowly start to pull out, then slowly back in. You easily match my rhythm and soon I am easily fucking your pussy and my hand inside of you. We continue our embraces, I feel you stiffening beneath me, your pussy tightening. You send me over the edge. With a last thrust I slam home and my seed spills forth. You throw your head back and scream. Your juices gush all over us. Before our orgasm is over you have pulled my mouth back to yours. We continue to kiss as the tremors subside.
Shakily I raise myself up, withdrawing my cock. It slides free followed by a considerable amount of cum that adds to the pool around us. I stare into your eyes as I slowly withdraw my hand. It comes out with a wet slurp. Left behind is easily the most beautiful gaping pussy I have ever seen. Your lovely cunt stays open nearly two inches, a mixture of our cum leaking freely from you.
“You are such a beautiful little slut.”
“Thank you Sir.” You smile up at me as I stand.
“May I clean you now Sir?” As you stand up and slowly move me back into the chair.
I simply nod and fall back into the chair. You take my slick hand in yours and slowly begin the task of licking every drop of our combined juices from it and my forearm. You relish the task. It is obvious how much you truly love the taste. You make quick work of it and move on to my cock. Your tongue feels amazing against as it moves expertly around not missing a single drop.
As you finish I stand taking your hand. I pull you up from the floor and into my arms.
“Come along little slut. The night is still young but I need a rest.”
“Yes Sir.” You giggle smiling up at me.
“Oh, I almost forgot little slut. I would hate to lose that wonderful gape we’ve worked so hard for.” I push you bent over the back of the chair, kicking your legs apart.
Your hands fly back parting your cheeks without a thought. I reach for the table drawer and remove a large plug it’s a full three inches at the thickest and two around the base. I know it will easily fit in your after our little adventure. I place the tip to your still dripping cunt and smear it all around in the mixture leaking from you. It is quickly coated. I place the tip just inside and with a quick shove pop it fully inside of you. The sudden intrusion causes you to tense, your muscles locking it firmly in place. Your grunt of surprise fades to a contented sigh.
I help you up and turn you to me to be met by your radiant smile. I give you a quick kiss on the forehead then taking your hand lead you down the hall towards the master sweet at the back of the house. Have I finally found the perfect little slut to bring into my world. Only time will tell. The night isn’t even half over. There are a few more areas in which I must test this slut before I decide if she is truly the one. But still the final decision will be hers if I decide she’s the one for me.
“I need a nap my precious little fuck monster. You may kill me.”
Your giggle only confirms this suspicion. I shake my head as we walk the hall.
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Posted:Sep 24, 2014 10:54 am
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The New Slut.
Training begins!
Chapter 1
Inspection.
August 29, 2014. I am anxious. My new little slut should be arriving soon. We’ve discussed your arrival at length, but it does nothing to ease the excitement building inside of me. I stand and pace a bit, stretching and loosening up. My slut won’t see a bit of this tension. I relax and settle into my role as your new master and trainer. I have control, the nerves have settled. My timing is perfect as I hear the proximity alert. I turn to the security monitors and see your car entering through the main gate. I watch for a moment as you begin moving slowly up the drive. I smile as I imagine the look on your face as you take in the view of the grounds and the house. It will take you several minutes to reach the door. I move to the entry where I have already placed an armchair facing the door. I have placed the other items needed for this first meeting close at hand, on or in one of the several entry tables.
“Oh my sweet little slut you are in for one hell of a night. And I seriously doubt we’ll even make it out of the entry hall.” I chuckle softly to myself as I take my seat, facing the door ten feet away.
I hear your car pull to a stop directly in front of the door in the circle drive. The engine sputters to a stop. It takes a few minutes before I hear your door open. I smile as I imagine your nervousness. The fear building inside you, that same fear that now causes your sweet little box to tingle and moisten. Your heels click against the stone of the walk, the steps. I know you are standing there terrified on the other side of the door, wondering if you are ready for this. I have no doubts you are ready. Our discussions leading up to this have been extensive. I am sure you are the slut I have spent all these years searching for. Now it is up to you.
Your knock falls lightly at first, the faintest . You pause then knock again, more forcefully this time.
“That’s my slut.” I smile as I press the control on the remote, allowing the door to swing inward.
Your arm is up reaching to knock again. The surprise on your face is priceless as you notice me sitting just steps away from you. You lower your arm quickly, giving a little wave.
“Hello Sir.” You stutter nervously. I don’t allow my amusement to show.
I just sit and watch you standing nervously at the threshold; you know that the moment you step through my door it begins. As we have discussed you will be mine for the night. This will be the night I test your willingness and ability to go as far as I need you to go. Your time to see if this is in fact the path you wish to walk, or if you will go back to your plain everyday life and leave these desires locked up in your fantasies. You know at anytime you can use your safe words to slow or end our encounter. I won’t push further tonight than I am sure you can go, and you know that if you end our time before I decide it is over it will signal a permanent end to our interactions. My ability to sense your feelings and your trust in me, not to take your further than you are able, must coincide.
“Your Slut is here for inspection and evaluation, Sir.” You announce proudly as you step through the door. “May Sir find this Slut satisfying and worthy of his acceptance as his pet, to do with and train as he sees fit!”
“Continue, Slut!”
You take another step into the brightly lit entry hall. I catch your eyes taking in your surroundings as you turn to close the door. I press the remote and it swings ahead of your grasp, closing firmly. You turn back to face me. Only slightly surprised, I smile when you flinch at the sound of the locks engaging within the door. Now I can only hope the night will prove our search is at an end.
You face me, looking directly into my eyes. Slowly you lower your bag from your shoulder, tossing it aside. Both hands find the buttons of your shirt. You work them upwards one after another. Your shirt falls open revealing the lovely green lace bra I sent to you as part of a matching set for our first encounter. You pull your shirt back from your shoulder letting it slip to the floor behind you. Your large full breasts strain the fabric of the bra. The fullness of those gorgeous breasts forces your areola and nipples through the open cups. The look is spectacular, just as I had planned. The air conditioned chill touches your delicate skin. Nipples nearly as big as the last joint of my little finger, snap to attention. I can’t help but smile as you give a little shiver. Next go your heels. Lovely bare feet kick your shoes to the side with your bag. Your fingers fumble slightly as your nerves increase. The button at your waste provides only the smallest hindrance. Front to back your hands work quickly on each side as you push your slacks downward. Just past your full hips they fall to the floor. You step out of them with your left leg and give them a kick with your right into the growing pile of your belongings. The matching panties hug your curves perfectly. Gracefully your hands extend above your head, clasping together. You begin to turn, giving me a full view of all your luscious curves. As you face me again you pause before taking the few steps it takes to stand directly before me. I am torn as you move, between looking into your eyes and admiring your form. You stop before me and as I look up you avert your eyes, staring at your feet.
Gradually, your feet move apart stopping just beyond the width of your shoulders. The spread of your legs stretches the fabric of your panties, opening the crotch to expose the full pink lips of your labia. I can smell you now. The aroma is delicious, with only the slightest hint of musk. I close my eyes and inhale, savoring. I open my eyes and see a touch of moisture glinting on your lips. I raise my eyes up your body to find you looking straight ahead frozen, hands behind your head.
“You are lovely, Slut.”
“Thank you, Sir. I am happy that you are pleased with me.” Your focus stays straight ahead.
“Shall we begin my little pet?” as I extend my hand between your legs. Continuing to look forward you don’t see my movements.
“Yes please, Sir. I need you to take and use me like the Slut I am.”
“Good, Slut!” as my hand snaps upward with a slap, landing firmly against your exposed puffy lips. You jump and let out a whimper. I hold my hand tight against your folds, the heat is intense. I am pleased you still stare ahead, trusting yourself into my hands.
“Now Slut, remove the bra and panties and present yourself to me.”
“Yes Sir.” You quickly remove the bra and practically leap out of the panties before dropping to your knees before me. Your hands rest palms up along each leg to the knee. Your head is down, chin tucked in close to your throat.
I reach out touching your silken hair. You vibrate at my touch. The quiver from your body sends a jolt through me. My god I want you. In time, I remind myself. I have to take it slowly. Just, a little taste to hold me over.
My left hand balls up in the soft hair at the back of your head. I jerk your head back, ours eyes meeting only a fraction of a second before my mouth finds yours. I press my lips to yours. Our mouths open, your tongue rushes to entwine with mine. Probing, twisting, tasting, you are a drug, and I want more. You push back matching my force. I feel your left hand reaching out grabbing the back of my neck pulling me tighter. Your touch brings me back to my task. I pull back quickly staring down at you. Your hands dart back to your lap, eyes cast down.
“I will forgive your slip this time slut but do not expect me to be so forgiving next time.” I manage to get out as I catch my breath. Damn, what is wrong with me?
“Forgive me Sir. I lost myself.” You respond softly.
“Ok then slut. I had planned to wait a bit for this but something needs immediate attention.” I slowly open my robe to reveal my aching cock, throbbing at attention. From your position I know my raging cock is directly in your view. It’s confirmed when you start to lean in and your hands move as if to reach for it. You catch your slip quickly and hold position. I smile to see your desire for me appears as strong as mine for you.
“Hands behind your back slut.” Your hands are out of sight in a blink. “Mouth open, my pet.” I adjust position to the edge of my seat. My hands finding the back of your head and draw you forward. I stop as the head of my cock brushes your lips. Your tongue darts out tickling the tip. You savor the few drops of pre-cum, watching you has drawn forth. I gently press you to me, filling your greedy mouth an inch at a time. I feel the head of my cock bumping at the entrance to your throat. You stiffen as I press harder.
“Two more inches slut. You will take it all.”
“UmmmHunnm.” Is all I can make out with my cock blocking your throat and filling your mouth.
“I will take that as a, Yes Sir.”
“UMMMHUNNM.” You relax just a bit and I press down on your head as I move my hips forward and up to meet you. One, then the last inch slides into your throat. You choke slightly but regain your composure quickly. I hear the rush of air through your nostrils. Your throat grips the head of my swollen cock. I’m only there for a moment before I draw back allowing you to catch your breath. You gasp in a lung full of air that is followed with a firm thrust of my cock diving back into your throat. Your nose presses in just above the base. You choke again but less than before. I pull back again, thrusting back in before you can catch your breath. Over and over I slam into your throat. Only enough time for a gasp of air after every third or fourth stroke. I fuck your throat the same way I will use all of your holes, in their time. I know I’m almost there. One last thrust and I pin you to me. My cock swells, the head lodged firmly in your throat. You struggle as the head grows even thicker. I’m delighted to see your hands never move from where you clasp them behind your back, even when your air doesn’t return immediately. It swells one last time. I see your eyes open wider as I begin pumping my seed down your throat. After the second stream fills your throat you somehow manage to pull more of me into you. Now I can actually feel your throat milking every last drop of cum from me. I loosen my grip letting go of your head as I slump back into my chair. You keep yourself pinned to me, attempting to swallow even more of my now softening cock. As I soften even further you slowly raise up. Saliva mixed with cum trails from the head of my cock to your lower lip. It breaks and falls across my shaft and onto my balls as you lick your lips.
“Oh little Slut, that is the most incredible head I have ever received. If you do everything else only half as well as you did that. You are truly a pet worth cherishing!”
“Thank you, Sir. It was my pleasure. You tasted a million times better than I had dreamed.” You smile up at me.
I lean back, closing my eyes, still coming down from the intensity of my orgasm.
“Sir, may I clean you now?” I open my eyes to see you eagerly looking back from between my knees.
“Yes. Clean me the way a proper cum slut should.” Your head darts forward, tongue snaking out, caressing my softened shaft. I smile as I watch you attempting to lick up the mixture of saliva and cum that seems to cover my cock and balls.
“You may use your hands, my little cum slut.” I close my eyes again enjoy the new sensation as your hands find my cock for the first time and join your tongue in manipulation.
I can’t tell where your fingers end and tongue start so gentle is your touch. Your tongue slowly covers all sides of my shaft then drifts down cleaning my balls. You gently lift them getting the underside. That’s when you take my breath away. Your tongue pushes lower, easing between my cheeks. I sink into my seat, easing forward and parting my legs further. Your hands find the inside of my thighs pushing up and back. I go with it, letting you lift my legs up, hooking them over the arms of the chair. My legs out of the way now your hands move back down cupping my cheeks and spreading them apart. Your tongue drifts, tickling my opening then to the end of my crack and back up. Coming up your tongue doesn’t just tickle. I shiver as it begins moving in tighter circles until it rests firmly at the entrance. Your tongue wiggles up and down trying to get inside of me. I give in and relax. As I let go your tongue begins its journey inward. You apply more force now, deeper and deeper your tongue finds its way inside. You continue the circling motion. My ass continues to give in to your technique. I’ve never had a tongue so deep in my ass or move with such skill. The probing continues and you start an in and out motion. I can feel your tongue licking inside of me. My cock begins to throb, then starts its rise back to attention.
“That’s enough my little ass eating cum slut!” I chuckle as I push your head back from my thankful ass. You let out a groan as I extract you. You come away licking your lips.
“You truly have a talented mouth and tongue. I promise we will be exploring that to the fullest, but for now there is a lot more of you I need to explore and test.” My feet back on the floor to either side of your knees.
“Oh I truly hope so Sir. I could eat your asshole all day and night.” You smile up at me. I will have to file that one away for further consideration. The look in your eyes like none I have seen before. You are hungry for me.
“Eyes front little slut.” Your head snaps straight. Your eyes lock onto my chest. I reach out with both hands. Brushing gently up your side then moving in and under your ample breasts. You shudder a bit at my caress. I move my hands upward the backs lifting your breasts then letting them fall back bouncing. My fingers dart out catching a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. I pinch down quickly and firmly. You let out the slightest gasp. I continue increasing the pressure. There’s the response I was looking for, the tremble that courses through your body as you come to terms with the pain. I hold my grip there, no longer increasing the pressure. Let us take this in a new direction. I draw my hands back towards my lap, pulling your breasts with me. Once I have your breasts stretched fully out I take them upward. You whimper and close your eyes as the full weight of those huge beautiful tits are supported by your now nicely strained nipples. I release your left breast abruptly letting it fall as I reach out to the table with my right hand, sliding the drawer open and removing just the thing to keep those nipples strained and sore to my liking. Your eyes are still closed, your focus still to not break position or cry out. You don’t see my hand moving in until the clamp snaps shut at the base of your right nipple and I release the grip with my left hand. The chain attached to the clover clamp held in my right hand catches the weights of your breast after a short fall. You let out a cry then bite down on your lower lip. I guide the chain around behind your head and across your neck. My left hand now free snatches a hold on your left nipple pulling your breast up far enough towards your shoulder to meet the other clamp. I quickly snap it shut on that nipple and let go to lean back and admire my work. Both breasts are now stretched upward to your shoulders, held in place by the clamps and the connecting chain. You are trembling, I love it.
“So you know slut, I have another for your clit. I am going to save it for another day as I have more important desires for your nasty holes.”
“Thank you, Sir.” You respond shakily.
“Now, Slut, present your holes for my inspection, the way we discussed.”
There is no hesitation. You spin on your knees quickly, back to me. Your head and chest dive to the floor. Your hands never leave your back. It is obvious my little slut has been practicing for this moment. We shall see. Your knees slide apart to shoulder width. Your hands separate and move down slowly working over the cheeks of your ass. Your fingers finding their way between lovely flesh. Your fingers spread, apart your hands go splaying your cheeks as wide as they will go giving me a perfect view of both your nasty fuck holes. The view is incredible. Your sweet rosebud and delicious cunt are more beautiful than they were in the pictures your have regularly been sending me leading up to this meeting.
“I can’t decide little slut, which of these delicate holes should I abuse first? That nasty asshole, or that filthy cunt?” Damn what a sight. I am rock hard again just looking at those perfect holes all for me, to use and abuse any way I choose for as long as I choose.
“I think I will let you decide my kinky nasty slut!”
“So which of your holes will I test to its limits first? But not to worry, I will be using both of them fully before tonight is over!” “Oh yes, I will leave your holes so completely used your only thoughts will be of how soon you can give them back to me for further use. Knowing that I am the only one that can abuse your holes the way you need!”
“Choose!”
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