They met for the first time during the party. He’d mentioned it during their weekly phone call, since they had yet to meet in real life. His voice was thick and sexy, with a hint of mean that just made her tingle in all the right places.
He’d given her little tasks to accomplish in the three weeks that they’d been playing; fuck herself at work with a cucumber, then eat it with her lunch salad had been the latest ‘dirty task’. Last week He’d had her put pegs on her nipples, then put her tits on the copier and hit ‘print’. Once the picture came out, and while still pegged, she took a picture of the photocopy with her cell, and sent it to him. It was a full hour later that he had sent the text, allowing her to remove the pins. She’d had to do it there in her cubicle, sliding her fingers into her bra, unclasping the biting pegs from her burning nipples, hoping someone didn’t pop in just as she slid the clothespin out of her shirt. Her heart raced when she heard footsteps, her hand snugged deep in her left cup, which had added another layer of fear/dread/excitement to the task, but they had walked on past without stopping.
Each nasty kinky task had turned her on. Hard to say whether it was the fear of getting caught, the degrading things he had her do, or what. But he was a real asshole, and she loved that he treated her so roughly.
He saw her come into the club. Sweet little fucktard had taken him up on it! Mentally he rubbed his hands together. Weeks of hard work and he was finally gonna score. He walked around the bar, tapping shoulders, nodding towards his slut as she made her way to the bar to order the glass of white wine He’d commanded of her.
He sidled up to her at the bar, laying his hand against her ass and poking her dress into her asscrack.
“Don’t turn around. You know what I want, dontcha, you fucking cunt?”
She swallowed hard. She did know, He had told her in his cruel way. He was going to fuck her here, during the party. There were lots of different people here; this was a private event for the D/s community. She’d never seen so many corsets and fishnets gathered in one place in her life. She tried not to gawk, didn’t want her newness showing. She was nervous. Scared. Yet her Dom would take care of her. He’d promised to show her a fucking good time. She wanted to turn, wanted to see her Dom. Yet just having his hands on her was so good.
So very good.
Her wine appeared before her, as the bartender gave her a knowing wink. She slid a ten dollar bill across the bar, nervously licking her lips. He sauntered off with it, and she wondered if he’d be back with change or assumed that she normally paid that much for a glass of wine.
Her Dom’s breath was hot against her ear, his breath smelling like coffee. His fingers poked into her asscrack.
“You will be a good girl for me tonight, won’t you? You even dressed just as I told you to. Good girl.”
The praise warming her, making her clit thump. He leaned against her, and emptied a capsule into her wine glass, stirring it with his finger.
“Drink it.” His voice was rough, demanding.
She swallowed nervously, her throat closing in fear.
“I don’t…do …drugs…” she whispered.
“It will ..relax you. It’s not bad for you.”
She wanted to look at him, but she’d been warned not to. His hand lifted the hem of her dress, baring her ass. Fingers pinched along her crack, making her jump with every snick of fingernails against flesh.
“Remember your promise to be obedient.”
There was an implied threat there. He’d told her previously that he demanded obedience from his sluts, that he didn’t fuck around with girls who weren’t committed to serving with their full effort. He demanded, expected, perfect obedience to his wishes, first time, every time.
She lifted the glass and drank. When she would have lowered it to the bar, his finger under the base held it pressed to her lips. Swallowing down her fear, she finished the wine.
She felt fine.
Finer than fine. She felt licks of fire on her skin. She was achingly aware, alive, throbbing with a raw need. Her clitoris felt like it had swollen, a more feminine version of a penis, aching with sex-need. Her pussy oozed a continuous stream of juice.
Her head lolled back, and she looked at him for the first time. His hand slapped her cheek, hard enough to make her head wobble. She giggled. He slapped her again, then kissed her, hard. His teeth bit into her bottom lip, making her moan.
The ache in her lip pulsed with an echo between her legs. His fingers twisted into her hair, holding her immobile. Hands were on her tits. Her shirtdress was open, her bra pulled up, baring her tits. Hands molded each one, then pinched her nipples. She felt a slap on her right tit, while her left was squeezed tightly.
How was that possible, her half-sleeping brain mused. His hand was in her hair, and slapping her cheek. How could they be on her tits, too?
There was a snap of elastic against her tit. And a tugging. When he finally released her hair, she looked down. A dark-skinned hand was sliding thick elastic bands over her swelling tit. There were already 5 or more in place, she could see the different colors of bands. The ache was something she had never felt before. Her entire breast hurt. There was a hand snaking between her legs, rubbing her slit through her panties.
“Take them off.”
Rising, obedient, she bent to shimmy out of the panties. Hands grabbed her head, and a thick cock pressed against her lips.
“suck it, cunt!” The voice was gruff. Was it His? Someone else’s? She had almost no experience with fellatio. Her last boyfriend had a very low sex-drive, and it was hard to even get him to fuck her occasionally.
“I..” she began, but her open mouth was quickly filled. The taste was …different. The head was smooth and round and very big. She wanted to pull away, to explain that she couldn’t fit it all in her mouth, but he kept pressing deeper into her mouth.
When he hit the back of her throat, she panicked. Trying to press him out with her tongue, she gagged. His hands held her head like a melon, pulling her tight onto his cock.
Bent in half, hands grasping her panties, she tried to pull away, but it was impossible. There were hands on her hips, the feeling of a second cock pushing into her pussy. The sounds of a man’s heartfelt groan as he sank, balls deep, into her hot wet hole.
Her tit throbbed. As she was double-stuffed, double fucked, she caught glimpses of it bobbing. It was fat and round and purpled. Her nipple was nearly black. There was a silver clamp on it that she didn’t remember even being applied.
The cock slipped down her throat. For a moment it felt like she was going to die, but her breath snuck up and out her nose. She realized she wouldn’t expire from lack of oxygen, if she kept breathing through her nose. Relaxing, she felt the cock sink deeper into her throat.
That husky voice belonged to a woman! Yet she felt the unmistakable press of a cock against her pussy. It was large, yet inch by inch she felt herself impaled with it.
The sensations were overwhelming. Her throat began to ache from being rubbed over and again by the dick working there, while her pussy felt stretched around the shaft now plunging in and out of it.
“You’re such a dirty slut, aren’t you?”
Her Dom’s voice was at her ear.
“Dirty girl, such a dirty whore. Fucked in the mouth, fucked in the pussy.”
His words made her blush, and wet. The orgasm hit her without warning, as her back arched and her belly clamped hard on the rod stuffing her. The taste of semen filled her mouth, yet before she could even lick her lips of the dribble, another cock was stuffed in.
She was ordered to suck it good, and it wasn’t long before he too ejaculated into her mouth.
“Give me those.” It was the voice of her Dom again. “Going to fill you up, slut. Just like you need. Just like you crave.”
There was a push, a pop, another push. Her asshole gave way to bead after bead.
She gasped, the sensation was surreal. The beads got larger, then larger still.
“Can’t…” she gasped hoarsely.
“You sure as fuck can and will.” It was the voice of the woman fucking her pussy. She felt the last painful ‘pop’ as the largest bead was shoved into her rectum. She was full. So painfully, awesomely full. It hurt, hurt, so good, so bad.
“Stand her up,” commanded the woman behind her. Her pussy was filled with the Domme’s cock. Her tit throbbed. It was swollen like a giant, fat Concord grape.
Her arms were pulled up and behind the Domme’s head, and she felt cuffs tighten around her wrists. Her tits thrust out, her asshole pounded to a jungle beat, and she felt her juices oozing past the fat dildo buried in her cunt and slide fluidly down her thighs.
The slap of the crop brought her up short. Her tit screamed. He’d hit the tortured one, the pain an added escalation. A flurry of blows, so fast that her eyes couldn’t follow them, then moments later, pain. The welts rose with the pain, red lines crisscrossing her tits.
A second crop slapped at her upper thighs. The pain was everywhere, overwhelming. She was dizzy with it, with the wanton cravings boiling in her blood. Pressing back against the woman holding her she felt the shaft inside her press against a spot. Oh gods!
A wiggle and another flood of sensations.
“Fucking cunt is getting herself off.” The Domme laughed. “Go ahead whore, jack your pussy off on my cock.”
The slapping of the crops ceased for a moment as she hung, gasping, on the Domme’s tool. The press of a knife against her tit had her quaking in fear, but the snapping of the elastics were more painful than that blade.
The sudden rushing of blood through her swollen tit would have driven her to her knees had she not been impaled by the Domme. Her mouth opened in a wordless yelp, a thin squeal of pain breaking forth. Her head fell back against the Mistress’ shoulder, as her attention was captured by the incredible pain of her tit.
A sharp snap of a crop against the clamp on her nipple made her cry out loudly.
“Aaah, the cunt wakens,” said a voice. There were more slaps, pussy, belly thighs again. Her tits. Her nipples. The clamps jiggled, the left one popping off.
That hurt more than the cropping, when it snapped off her flesh, little rubber teeth still biting into her sensitize nub as it slid away, left to hang by the chain. Her right nipple began to burn; with every slash to her belly and thighs, the chain was smacked, adding to the pull and tug of the remaining clamp.
And then it was over. The crops were put away, and she was pulled across the room by her cuffed wrists. Her hands were fastened over her head, a pillow under her neck, when a pair of thighs nestled to each side of her head. Knees pressed against her hair, fanned there, now pulled painfully. The tips of sharply pointed stiletto toes pressed into each shoulder, as a wet pussy began to cover her face.
“My turn, slut. Do me, do me good.”
Oh my god. She was going to eat the pussy of the Domme? There was no way to refuse, to fight. Her words were silenced by the wet folds of flesh pressed against her mouth; her nose was bumped as the Mistress began humping her mouth.
“Lick me, you fucking cunt!” She felt the awful pinch of long nails against her tit and realized that the Mistress had her tit grasped tightly in her hand. Her thumbnail pressed against the base of her nipple making her gasp. She tasted pussy juice, and began to lick. There was moaning above her, and squirming against her lips as she worked.
She yelped against those wet folds as the beads were pulled out of her ass slowly.
until the last slid free from her asshole. There was a feeling of intense relief as her rectum was finally emptied.
“All nice and loose now.”
“Hope not too loose.”
Hands against her hips. Pressing against her anus. Pressing against her pussylips. Shoulders aching from being stretched. A burning ache in her ass, stretched to widely. No room in her pussy for the fullness pressing there.
Her mouth opened, her body struggling for freedom, at last, freedom from the assault on all of her straining holes. The scream boiled up, pouring into the splayed lips of the pussy grinding against her mouth.
“Mmmmmmmm” from the Domme who ground down, harder. “That’s it fucktoy, lick my pussy clean.”
“Tight.” This growled from her Dom, buried to the balls in her ass.
“Fuckin’ Shit is hotttt,” moaned the unseen man in her cunt. She grunted, straining to move…too much, too much to bear.
She woke slowly. Her body hurt, everywhere. She leaned up on one elbow, reaching for the light. She wasn’t on her bed. Blinking she tried to orient herself.
The rug was raspy against her hip. Slowly she recognized her living room. There was a foul taste in her mouth; her body smelled equally foul. Her anus throbbed in time to her heartbeat, and her throat was raw when she tried to swallow.
What the fuck had happened to her?
A hot shower helped.
She’d seen the crisscrossed lines on her breasts, her ass, as she turned the water on hot. Her face was coated with dry, white stick-um.
Her belly, thighs, even her feet were riddled with the dry and itchy spots. She had no memory of where she had been, or how she’d gotten home, let alone waking, naked, on her living room floor.
After her shower, she brewed a cup of tea, rubbing the nagging headache at the base of her skull. Two aspirin later, the edge of that dulled to manageable.
She found her phone, saw her calls record had been deleted. Her texts were the same. Her phone was blank.
She had gone to meet him…somewhere. She forgot where, actually. Which was strange since she had a good memory for driving places. She booted up her computer while making yet another cuppa, hoping it would push off her lethargy.
His number was in his third email, she remembered that.
I’m sorry. The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
This is longer than any other dark fantasy…there’s no moral to it, just a piece of jack-off fiction…nilla is such a horny girl … 🙂