I want to beg him to fuck me, but daren’t as I know he will punish me for it. I want to touch myself but know I cannot unless he allows me too. These nights with him test me to my limits. I am not the kind of girl who likes to be told what to do – but with him on these nights I am an obliging little cum whore, and as ridiculous as it sounds there is some joy in that and some relief.
I am helpless there exposed and humiliated covered in his cum as he continues to insult me and although it pains me to admit it, his disdain turns me on so much I almost cannot wait for the punishment I know is coming. Every word making my pussy throb.
He stares at me for a moment and lust fills his eyes. I wonder what will come next, what he is thinking. I want him to fuck me right now – but I know he won’t, he likes to torture me that way. ‘Spread your legs wider whore’ he says as he moves towards the bed like an animal about to attack his prey.
He buried his face into my pussy – and a loud moan escapes my lips, my hand moving to the back of his head and my hips thrusting forward. His tongue is inside of me and he pushes it in and out, one hand moves up to squeeze my breasts hard. He is almost wild. He takes his tongue and swirls all it across my pussy finding every crevice, slurping, and indulging in me noisily as I squirm.
‘Fuck me please’ the words escape my lips before I even realise what I’ve said.
I have always preferred being fucked to any type of foreplay even his expert tongue can’t change that but I know better than to say it on these nights, or at least I should.
He moves quickly at my words and slaps his hand down hard across one of my breasts and then he is on top of me, pinning me, heavy, with one hand across my mouth and another around my throat, his face almost touching mine. ‘What have I told you before, you dirty cock slut’ he spits the words out. I cannot answer or move. He takes his hand from my mouth and slaps me across the face, before pushing his fingers into my mouth and tightening his grip on my throat. adrenaline is rushing theough me and my body is on fire.
To my surprise I feel the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy and he slowly pushes himself inside of me, while tightening his grip on my throat even more. ‘Is that what you want?’ He moans filling me. He slides in easily as my pussy is soaking wet. All I can manage is a deep moan. ‘I do like to fuck your tight little cunt, but I will do it when I want’ he growls and slaps me hard again and spits on my face before pulling out and releasing me. I whimper a little, and he appears to take pity on me as he kisses me gently on the lips and across my cheeks to take the sting left by his hand. ‘You are a beautiful slut’ he whispers ‘but you never seem to learn your lesson – Get on all fours’.
I do as I’m told, not wanting another punishment from him. He is behind me now his hands on my hips. He spanks my ass hard on one side and then the other and I let out a little cry, which causes him to hit me again harder still.
‘You are a dirty cum whore my darling and you must me punished’ I nod to agree and I receive one more slap for good measure that makes me wince. I know it will leave a mark. He cups my pussy with one hand, then takes a finger and pushes it inside of me.
I am wet and the sound of his finger moving in and out of me bounces around the room. I moan as he slides in a 2nd finger. I feel his tongue next on my ass, moving up and down until he decides to push it in. He loves to play with my ass and he also enjoys me doing the same to him. For a moment my thoughts turn to our last encounter, and me fucking him with anal beads but I am snapped back to reality when he commands I play with my clit.
I am more than happy to oblige this request and the sensations of his mouth and hands on me, finger fucking my pussy and tongue fucking my ass as I massage my clit consume me – and it is blissful. I am close to orgasm – ‘can I cum, please can I come?’ He does not stop his work and I cannot help but explode with my orgasm rushing over me and my pussy releasing a river of juices which he desperately tries to catch and lap up.
I have fallen forward, my orgasm still pulsing through me, he is still indulging in me and I am moaning and writhing with the sensation, which becomes too much. I collapse down on the bed and move a little so I am on my side, spent for now. He is grinning, on his knees, his face glistening with my juices. He moves towards me and kisses me deeply. ‘See how beautiful you taste? – that’s all for me, only me.’ We kiss softly for a while, I can taste myself a mixture of my pussy, and ass and still his cum. He allows me to enjoy the glow of my orgasm for a few minutes.
He often comments about owning me, and I always wonder why he says it. The reality is we are not together, boyfriend and girlfriend or partners. Sometimes we might not see each other for months. We do not talk about it but I assume he is fucking other women – probably lots of them, and he must know I’m not saving myself for him – or at least I think he does…..
I am likely one of many cum whores he uses for sex. Does he use protection with them? We dispensed with protection a long time ago – it felt natural to remove that barrier between us. God I’m stupid! I lay overthinking, always in my head and think of all the other cum whores, whores, girlfriends…….I shake my head visibly- ‘get out of your head’ I say to myself. I want to enjoy this moment, I have waited quite some time for it. He looks at me puzzled, but doesn’t say anything. I nuzzle into his chest and neck, purring with the last of my glow and push away those thoughts I don’t want acknowledge.
He is smiling at me now, and whispers ‘Remember, nothing is off limits?’ I take a sharp intake of breath – and all I can do is nod. My body stiffens a little and I realise he has probably given me an orgasm in some twisted display of mercy or to ensure I am unable to resist him.
He has wanted to fuck my ass for some time and I have always said no. He is so large the honest truth is that it scares me, especially because he can be so wild at times and uncontrollable and often times shows me no mercy leaving me covered in bruises and unable to sit down for a week. A constant reminder that he has been there, that he ‘owns’ me.
We have debated it many times. I suggested poppers to make things easier but this was a hard no for him and it was left for a while. I don’t know why but when we agreed to meet this time I also agreed to succumb to anything he requested and I knew exactly what that meant. I enjoy pleasing him and he has always given me everything I have desired. He seems almost desperate for it and he hates that I refuse him and it’s not like I have a virgin ass…….
Despite my misgivings I have fantasised about him and the thought of his cock in my ass, consuming me, him unloading in me, his pleasure, turns me on, the ultimate taboo, the intimacy of the act, I relented.
I had prepared as much as I could. Wearing a but plug for 3 days preceding our rendezvous (I had found it strangely enjoyable) and done an enema too for good measure. But my nervousness must be obvious, he has given me the opportunity to change my mind twice now, and I have simply nodded – so he will do as he pleases.