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Erica Learns Her Place (Mdom/F, FF, ws, rp, v, bd, huml)
by Richard the Black (blackrichard@juno.com)
***
Damian's life with Erica in four chapters, from first
taking her in college to eventually reclaiming her after
her second marriage to other men.
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Chapter 1: First Time With Erica
I had first met Erica several weeks before, and my first
glimpse of her was with her hair still messed up from
sleep, wearing nothing but her little round glasses and a
bathrobe, smiling at me sleepily from next to Chuck's
kitchen counter. Me and another friend had driven around
to pick Chuck up for a Saturday roleplaying session, and
after pounding on his door for several minutes, he had
answered in a similarly disheveled state, with this
little blond stranger standing a few feet behind him
looking shyly at us in the doorway.
I couldn't see much of her body through the robe, but she
had lovely legs and looked to have sizeable titties and
her face was very pretty, in a strong, Nordic sort of
Valkyrie way, wide and Slavic with big blue eyes and a
well defined, straight nose and a mobile, naturally dark,
full lipped, frankly sensual mouth. Chuck introduced her
as Erica and she shook hands with both me and Jim and
gave us each a little smile and then disappeared back
into the bedroom. Chuck pulled on a shirt and found his
sneakers and the clipboard he kept his character sheet on
and we left.
I saw Erica for the second time on a Thursday night, at
the movies. As a member of the campus Cinema Board, I
show up for movies when I want to and take tickets, in
exchange for seeing the film for free. I was surprised to
see Ericae there taking tickets, dressed in tan slacks
and a white sleeveless button up blouse, half unbuttoned
to show the tops of her obviously at least 36C breasts
protruding bouncily underneath it.
I could see a great deal more of the body the bathrobe
had previously concealed, and I liked it. Small and very
nearly plump, short waisted and big breasted and heavy
hipped, Erica was clearly one sweetly fuckable package of
girl. She waved her hand to me limply, from the wrist,
like a little kid, giggled, and said "Hi, remember me?" I
was then pleasantly surprised when she put her arms
around my neck and gave me a brief hug, pressing her
jiggly little body pneumatically to mine for a few
seconds, exclaiming "I didn't know at the time you and
Chuck were old friends or I wouldn't have been so shy!
Mwah!" (That last was the sound effect of a lip smacking
kiss on my cheek.)
We usually have two ticket takers on the door so I took
the other side and she and I chatted. It turned out Chuck
was away for the weekend visiting his ex girlfriend Nancy
in Connecticut, and Erica was staying at his apartment
and filling in for him at the movies. She chattered away
like a magpie, not at all as shy as she'd seemed at our
first brief meeting, smiling and giggling at my
wisecracks and witticisms, as warmly and eagerly
affectionate as a puppy, quivering and responding with a
near purr whenever I'd contrive to brush against her,
slip my arm around her waist for a brief half hug, or
plant a brief kiss on the top of her head.
When the movie started, we were sitting next to each
other, as that's where ticket takers sit, and we had
easily established a level of casual, physical affection
between us. The movie was that awful Schwarzenegger thing
COMMANDO, and she kept talking in breathy little whispers
about how cute Arnold was and rubbing her head on my
shoulder and letting her arm and hand touch mine on the
common chair arm between us, so I took her hand and
interlaced our fingers. We squeezed hands for a little
while and that was nice, and then I decided to see how
far she wanted to take this -- I figured she was out for
a little revenge on Chuck for visiting his ex -- and I
let go of her hand and put my arm around her.
She settled comfortable against my shoulder, and then
pleased me a bit by taking my left hand in her right and
raising it to her lips, where she kissed each knuckle,
licked them, and then began in turn to suck each of my
fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking them
thoroughly, moving from thumb to pinkie, and then
starting over again. I reached over with my right hand
and started to unbutton her blouse; she stopped me with
her left hand, but took my hand and slid it into the
opening at the top of the buttons, tucking my hand into
her left bra cup.
She went on sucking my fingers while I squeezed and
fondled her heavy, shapely breast, my thumb rubbing her
nipple hard very quickly. I alternated from one tit to
the other, squeezing and caressing inside her blouse, and
she even traded off the hand she was nibbling and sucking
after a while, letting me fondle her with the other hand.
After about fifteen minutes of that, I leaned down,
nuzzled the crown of her head, then kissed her hair in a
soft line leading down to her forehead. She sighed and
rolled her head on my shoulder, eyes closed, turning her
face up, so I kissed down the bridge of her nose and then
planted a soft kiss on her mouth. She didn't seem to mind
that, so I pressed my lips onto hers more firmly and when
hers parted slightly, probed with the tip of my tongue.
She obliglingly let her mouth open a bit more so I could
slip my tongue past her teeth, flicking the tip of it
with hers... but then turned her face away after a second
or two. "People can see," she murmured. "Someone might
tell Chuck." I felt like mentioning that someone might
tell Chuck I'd spent the entire film with a handful of
her tit, but I restrained myself. She hadn't said no,
just 'not here'. I could wait. And once I got her alone,
we could have a little talk about cockteases.
After the movie, I said I'd walk her back to Chuck's
place, since it was after dark and the campus isn't that
safe for girls walking alone at night. Once we got out of
the building I took her hand, and we chatted about the
movie, and within a block, I had slipped my arm around
her shoulders, and hers was around my waist.
A few blocks further on, in a shadowy spot under a tree,
I stopped and pulled her to me and tried another kiss,
which she settled into with a little purr, her arms
immediately sliding around my neck and her lips parting
to accept my tongue, expertly sucking it into her mouth
and swirling her own tongue around it, before starting to
nibble and suck on it with a happy little trill of
pleasure. My hands were on her full, sexy ass as we
kissed, squeezing and kneading through her tan slacks,
while hers rubbed the back of my head as we moaned and
tongued each other's mouths wetly for thirty seconds or a
minute. Our progress back to Chuck's apartment from that
point on was a series of short walks interrupted by two
or three minute hiatuses to suck on each other's tongues
and moan hot breath into each other's mouths a little
more.
I had her blouse unbuttoned, her front clasping bra
undone and was mauling her tits by the third such pit
stop, first with my hands while we kissed, then with my
mouth for a minute or so while she moaned throatily and
clutched my head in both hands. Then she unzipped me and
pulled my cock out and was squeezing it as we kissed
again. She pulled back and looked down at it in her hand
with an agonized expression on her face, and I thought
for a second she was going to go to her knees and suck it
for me right there, but finally she said "Let's get off
the street," so we walked on. She was holding my dick in
her hand, squeezing it and stroking it, while we walked.
She was leaning her head against my shoulder, breathing
in ragged little sighs, slowly, sporadically jerking me
off the whole time.
When we finally got to Chuck's apartment building her
blouse was open and her bra was unclasped and hanging
down off her bare tits and her mouth was red and chafed
looking. She let go of my dick reluctantly and fumbled
around with the Chuck's keys at the front door, and I
pushed her up against it and kissed her again, and she
moaned into my mouth and dropped the keys and left them
on the floor while she grabbed my cock once more in one
hand and my balls in the other, and squeezed both while
our tongues intertwined for another long wet mouth-
slurping kiss.
Then she went down to one knee to get the keys and my
cock was right there in front of her face and she
murmured "Oh my look at this" and pushed a dangling sheaf
of blond hair back from her face and leaned forward and
slid her open mouth down over my cock and started sucking
it right there in front of Chuck's still locked front
door.
I let her blow me for a minute or so, trying to relax and
enjoy it, but the public hallway made me nervous, so I
told her to give me the keys and when she handed them up
to me, not missing a single pumping rhythmic slurp on my
cock, I opened the door after fumbling with it for a few
seconds. Without saying anything we both apparently
decided to try to move inside without forcing her to lose
contact with my dick, so she shuffled backwards on her
knees as I pushed forward, with her hanging onto my ass
for balance. We got far enough inside to close the door
and I twisted around enough to lock it, then just leaned
back against it and let her work on me with her wet,
wonderful mouth.
Erica was clearly well beyond expert at cocksucking (she
later told me she literally could not count the number of
guys she had fucked in her life by then, and she made a
personal point out of giving head to any guy she ever had
sex with) and more than skill, she had an eager
enthusiasm about her work that was amazingly arousing.
She mouthed my cock with little moans and muffled,
throaty purrs of satisfaction, and after a few minutes of
just sucking and slurping away at the first three or four
inches of my cock filling her mouth, she started bobbing
her head in earnest, taking me deep, pulling her head
back up, gobbling back down again, obviously
concentrating hard on the very serious task of getting me
off in her hot little mouth.
As I leaned back against her boyfriend's closed front
door with shaky knees, she knelt at my feet with her hard
nipples showing in intermittent back and forth flashes
below her bobbing head, working my cock hungrily with her
lips and tongue and palate, sucking me, blowing me, going
down on me, as avid for the act of fellatio as a penitent
for prayer. My hands were on her curly blond head now,
fingers sliding through her clean, soft, shiny hair, as
this little blond nympho serviced me like a Vietnamese
street whore.
When I moaned and started to breath hard she gave an
excited little groan and started sucking harder, bobbing
her head even faster, answering my question as to whether
she wanted me to cum in her mouth without me having to
ask it. I was pleased she wanted it, because I'd been
planning to hold her head down and cum in her mouth even
if she didn't. Five or maybe ten seconds later, I felt my
asshole tighten and my balls pull up and I shot off like
a firehose into her slurping, pumping mouth. "Mmmmph!"
she gasped around my cock and started to gulp quite
audibly as my sperm spurted into her mouth and throat.
"mmmm MMM mmm MMMM" she crooned as she eagerly swallowed
every drop down while I emptied my balls down her throat
in a kneequivering orgasm over the next twenty or thirty
seconds.
Even after I stopped shooting she kept sucking away at
me, diligently tonguing my cock clean, working it with
her flexing, squeezing lips, making sure she got every
last tiny drip and drop. Finally, with obvious
reluctance, Erica let my softening cock slide out of her
mouth. She gave it one more kiss and lick, then looked up
at me. Surprisingly, her face had a troubled expression
on it. "I... I really didn't mean to do this," she said,
stammering, blushing. "Um... please don't tell Chuck?"
I laughed, reached down, put my hands under her arms,and
pulled her up for a long kiss. Her return kiss was as
long, deep, and wet as before, but seemed a little bit
dutiful. Finally, she pulled back from me. "You won't
tell him, will you?" she said, in a pleading tone.
"Please?"
I kissed the tip of her nose, then nibbled it. "Well,
that depends," I said.
She bit her delectably full lower lip. "Um... on what?"
she said, no longer meeting my eyes. "Please, Chuck would
be so mad..."
I tilted her chin up firmly. "On whether or not you're
willing to do that for me again, and how often, and
where," I said, smiling.
She glanced up at me quickly, then dropped her eyes
again, and I was shocked to see her blushing. "Oh," she
said in a little girl whimper. "Oh. Um... Well... I mean,
I've already done it for you once, so... I guess...
there's no reason you... shouldn't enjoy me again... if
you want to..."
"I'll want to, and you'll let me" I told her. "Often."
She bit her lip again and made a little choked sighing
sound that was almost a sob. "I... all right... but...
just... just sucking, okay? Please? I already did that,
so... but... can I just do that? And not... any more?
That... that wouldn't be too bad..."
I thought about it. "Well," I said, doubtfully, "you'd
have to suck me a LOT, Erica..." I was still holding her
chin, but she wouldn't meet my gaze.
She nodded her head vigorously, chin bobbing in my hand,
face beet red now.
"Say it," I ordered her, enjoying my power over her.
She was still looking down like a little girl who had
been caught stealing cookies. She took a deep breath.
"I... any time we are alone together, I... will let
you... I mean... I'll do... what I just did for you
again... I... any time you want." She paused and took
another breath, then looked up at me, briefly. "I already
did that so there's nothing wrong with doing it again."
She sounded as if she were trying to convince herself.
She looked down again.
I forced her chin back up. "You pissed me off at the
movies tonight, not letting me kiss you. You're going to
have to suck me off there some time soon to make up for
that."
She sighed heavily. "A... all right," she said finally,
sounding near tears. "If we can sit in the back. Please?"
"You're not going to guilt trip me, Erica," I told her
firmly. "Make all the little girl noises you want. Next
movie I take you to, you ARE going down on me."
"I'm not trying to guilt trip you!" she protested. "I'll
do it! Shit, I've sucked guys off at a movie before, you
know. I just... want to sit in back. Please?"
I didn't answer, just let go of her and went and sat on
Chuck's broken down couch. "Strip to the waist," I told
her without looking around. I heard her take a deep
breath again, then the sounds of her shirt and bra
sliding off her arms and fAlling to the floor. I told her
to find a pen and a piece of paper, and write out our
agreement, with her signature and the date, and bring it
to me. I told her I wanted it a great deal more explicit
on paper than she had said out loud. She made her little
pleading puppy whimper behind me again, then I could hear
her moving around. There was a sound of tearing paper.
A minute or so later, a delightfully topless Erica walked
around the couch, sank to her knees in front of me in her
tan slacks with her big boobs jiggling sweetly, bit her
lip, and handed me a piece of blue lined notebook paper
with her clear, feminine, schoolgirl's handwriting on it.
She didn't look at me at all.
I opened it and read, "I, Erica Kimberly Moore, being of
sound mind and body, do hereby acknowledge that I am
Damien Morgan's property and chattel for the specific
purposes of fellatio, and that he may demand such oral
services of me at any time from this date forward that he
and I are alone in reasonable privacy together, or in the
back row of a movie theater together, and that my mouth
is his personal cock hole and sperm bank, that I will
cherish his cock and swallow his cum like a good little
dicksucking slut, til death do us part." She had signed
it and dated it with a flourish and little smiley face
over the 'i' in "Erica".
"Is that," she asked, in a low, worried little girl's
voice, "explicit enough?"
"Very nice," I said, taking my wallet out, folding the
note up, and putting it inside one of the empty plastic
photo protectors.
She shivered a little. "If you show that to Chuck he'll
never talk to me again," she nearly whispered. "If you
show it to my professors or parents or the people on the
Cinema Board... oh..." She was blushing bright red.
I cupped her chin and rubbed a thumb over her lips. "I
guess you'll have to keep me happy," I said, smiling.
She whimpered. "I will," she said finally, eyes closed,
trembling as I cupped her chin. "I really will. But
please let's just... do... what it says... don't... make
me do anything else... I... I want to be a good girl...
for Chuck."
I just laughed. "You're a fucking slut, Erica. I'm sure
Chuck knows that."
To my surprise, she closed her eyes tightly when I said
that, almost as if I'd slapped her. A tear trickled down
her cheek. "Please don't call me that," she said very
quietly. "I try to be a good girl. I was just mad at
Chuck and... and I thought you were nice."
I let go of her chin and cuffed the side of her head
lightly. "Strip all the way down except for your little
white socks, Erica. Right now."
Her eyes flew open. "What? But... you just said...
sucking! The note just says sucking. Please..."
"Fine," I said. "No problem. If you don't like me, I'll
just go..." I started to get up.
"No, no!" she said quickly, looking at me pleadingly.
"Please don't go away mad! I... I do like you! Really!
Promise not to tell?"
Without waiting for a reply, she quickly sat back and
took her shoes off one at a time, moving with almost
frantic haste. She looked up at me, as if to say 'see,
I'm doing it!', then rolled onto her side on the floor in
front of me, unsnapped her slacks, and quickly shimmied
out of them. She was wearing ivory satin panties that
matched the bra she'd tucked my hand inside fifteen
minutes after meeting me for the second time. She slipped
those down and off over her socks with no fuss. The hair
on her cunt was soft, bushy, and a darker blond than the
hair on her head.
"There!" she said, sounding frantic. "All naked except
for my socks. Don't go! Don't be mad!"
"Now," I told her, "take my pants off me."
"Yes sir!" she said immediately. She unbuckled my belt
and unsnapped my jeans, then slid them slowly down my
legs. She bent down then, lifting my feet one at a time
to take my boots off, then sliding my jeans down and off.
I was sitting there in my socks and my sweater. Erica
moved in between my legs, licked the palm of her hand,
and took my cock in it.
"Please don't tell," she pleaded, looking up at me with
tears swimming in her big blue eyes. "I do like you. I'll
do whatever you want. Is this okay, or do you want my
mouth again? Or... something else?"
"You do know how to obey," I told her, running my hand
over her hair.
She started to slowly pump my cock with the same easy
expertise she'd brought to the blowjob. She wiped her
eyes with the back of her other hand. "I really do like
you," she said, stifled sobs in her voice. "And... and...
you'd just make me do it anyway, even if you didn't have
that paper I wrote... so I don't have any choice."
"So I'm raping you now?" I said, reaching down to run my
fingers through her hair.
She pressed the side of her head against my hand. Then
she leaned down, and ran her tongue around my cockhead.
"Yes," she said, between licks. "But it's okay, really.
I've been raped before. I was bad. I teased you. I
deserve to be raped." She took my cock into her mouth
again and started to suck me off again. Tears were
rolling down her cheeks now, but it didn't seem to be
bothering her ability to give head.
I let her blow me for a minute or so, then pushed her
head off me. She blew her breath out. "Wasn't that good?
Didn't you like it?"
"Sure," I said. "But you did that before. I want more."
She looked up at me, lips parted and cheeks wet, eyes
pleading. "Anything you want," she said. "I will. Just
tell me. Please. I'll... I'll write another note. I'll
say you can have me any way you want. Any where. Any
time. I'll... I'll do another girl while you watch. I'll
fuck a dog, even, I know how to do that. I'll be totally
yours. Just don't tell Chuck. Please!"
"I like it when you beg," I said, cupping her chin
again. "I think I want to hurt you. I really do. Are you
into that? Have you been hurt by a guy before?"
She shuddered and looked away, letting her eyes fall
closed. Then, after a long pause, she took a deep breath.
"Will you... will you please... not... mark up my face?
Or... give me marks I can't explain to Chuck? Please?"
I smiled. "If you're good," I said.
She let her breath out in a long sigh. "Then..." she
paused. "Then hurt me," she said, finally, in a voice so
soft it was almost a whisper. "I deserve it. I'm such a
slut. And I did tease you."
"Look at me, Erica," I said quietly. She looked back up
at me with big blue eyes, obviously swimming in tears. I
slapped her hard across the face, and the tears began
streaming down her cheeks. "Ahhh awwwgghh," she groaned,
but never protested.
"Write me that new note, Erica," I told her softly.
She bit her lip, sobbed in her throat... then got up and
moved behind me again. I heard a pen clatter as she
obviously dropped it, then the sounds of someone writing
for several minutes, sniffling and sobbing as she did it.
Then the sound, strangely, of a drawer pulling out,
followed, a few seconds later, by Erica saying in a low
little voice "Ow". Then the sounds of paper tearing.
She came back around in front of me, sniffling, wiping
her nose on the back of one hand, a piece of notebook
paper in the other. She knelt between my legs again and
handed it to me wordlessly.
I read "I, Erica Kimberly Moore, do hereby acknowledge
without condition or mental reservation that I am the
personal property of Damien Morgan until such time as he
chooses to release me. I consider myself his slave in all
things and my life, my will, my needs, desires, and
happiness are all subservient to his. I will serve him
absolutely, completely, and utterly, without question or
protest, and always with an eager and cheerful attitude.
I will provide any services he requires or requests at
any time and in any place, specifically including but not
limited to, allowing him or anyone he chooses the full
use of my body and my orifices in any way Damien desires.
I admit that I am a slut, that I want, need, and love
this usage, that I enter into this contract willingly. I
specifically have agreed to have carnal intercourse with
other women and dogs at Damien's direction, and to let
Damien physically hurt me for his pleasure. I am looking
forward to spending my life expl oring the full ranges of
humiliation, degredation, objectification, and utter
servitude to Damien. I love him totally and my body and
soul are his chattel to dispose of as he pleases."
At the bottom, in a big, clumsy, still wet scrawl of
reddish brown, I could barely make out her name, Erica,
and underneath, she had written in her full name, Erica
Kimberly Moore, and the date, with the pen.
"I signed it in blood," she said, lower lip trembling.
"Is that okay?"
"You misspelled 'degradation'," I told her. "But this is
very nice." I patted her on the head and she wriggled
like a puppy.
"I can't make any conditions now," she said, quietly, but
sounding oddly cheerful. "You can hurt me as much as you
want and leave all the marks you want."
"Erica, darling?" I said, folding the precious note up,
picking up my pants, and putting it in the back pocket.
Her eyes lit up and she looked up at me expectantly.
"Yes, master?"
I shoved her head down at my cock. "Shut up and suck," I
told her. "NOW."
Without another word, she opened her mouth and started
blowing me again. After a few minutes of sucking, I
yanked her head up by the hair and kissed her again,
running my tongue into her surprised mouth. Her tongue
immediately met mine with a despairing moan, sliding
around it, then flicking against it. She didn't try to
hold back and I could feel her getting excited again. I
frenched her for nearly a minute, enjoying the musky
taste of my dick and cum in her mouth, before lifting my
face away from hers.
Her tongue followed mine out of her mouth as she made a
whimpering little puppy noise, reaching for the sundered
kiss, and she was breathing hard, staring at me with her
blue eyes bright. I reached down with my free hand and
rubbed my wet dickhead against her open lips. She
murmured, quite clearly, "Oh fuck," closed her eyes,
whispered "You are SUCH a whore, Erica Kimberly," and
then started to lick my cock again.
She made an 'mmmmmm' sound against the underside of my
cock helmet, swirled her tongue there for a second, ran
her tongue up from under the head to the tip and with a
husky, plaintive groan, opened her mouth wide and then
sank her mouth over it again.
Still holding her by the hair, I shoved her head down
hard. Any of my previous girlfriends would have choked
and gagged, but Erica took the whole length easily,
gasping "nmmPHHH" but not having any apparent difficulty
with her sudden mouthful of dick. Using her hair as a
handle, I began to pump her head on me, as if I were
jerking off with her mouth.
After a few minutes of that, I pulled her head up off my
cock by the hair. "Jerk me off," I told her, breathing
hard. "Make me cum on your little slut face."
She blinked and grasped my cock again, and started to
stroke. "Yes, sir," she said. "Do you want me to keep my
mouth open?"
"Sure, but I want to see some on your face," I said,
leaning back, keeping my eyes open so I could watch her
kneeling at my feet between my spread legs, industriously
pumping her soft, skilled hand on my hard prick, intent
on making me cum again, resting her head on my thigh
right alongside my hard cock. Every minute or so she'd
stop pumping her hand for a second, lift her head, and
take my cock back in her mouth, slurping wetly on it to
lubricate it again before letting it slide back out and
resuming her handjob. She gave a little sigh every time
she let it slip back out of her mouth.
"You really love to suck cock," I said.
"I'm a cocksucking slut," she moaned. "It's what I do
best."
"When's Chuck coming back?" I asked her. "I could stick
around the whole weekend, maybe."
She opened her eyes and looked at me. "If that's what
you want, sure," she said in the same eager to please
voice. "He's coming back Sunday night." She then took my
cock back into her mouth to lube it up again and after a
minute or so of sucking, I pushed her head off. It was
hard for me, too... her mouth felt better than her
hand... but now she had me wanting to cum on her face and
see her lick it up from her hand and my dick.
"Do you get fucked in the ass much?" I asked her as she
stroked me again dutifully.
She looked up at me. "I... have been... Chuck does
it...once in a while..."
"If you told him it hurt you and you really didn't like
it, would he stop?" I asked her.
She whispered, after a pause, "Um... yes...he's nice..."
"Good," I said. "From now on, save your ass for me."
"Yes sir," she said in a low voice, continuing to stroke
me off. "Are you going to fuck my ass tonight sir?"
"Probably," I said tersely. "If I'm not too tired after
your beating. Now make me cum."
She jerked me off quietly after that. I came after
another minute or so, spurting another nice load all over
Erica's face and hand. She kept her eyes closed while my
sperm rained down on her face in sticky globs, stroking
me steadily through it, sighing a little as my cum built
up on her nose and cheeks and dripped into her mouth past
her parted lips. When I was done, she licked her lips,
then licked my cockhead off, then licked her fingers
slowly, sucking them into her mouth one at a time to
clean them, then took my softening, sticky cock into her
mouth and nursed at it, gulping and swallowing, as I
enjoyed the show she was putting on for me. Finally, she
used her fingers to wipe my cum down her face into her
mouth, licking it up with little smacking sounds.
"Are you going to beat me now?" she asked, in a soft
little whisper.
"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I am." I backhanded her hard
across the face, knocking her off her knees and onto her
side in the small, cramped space. She sobbed and
whimpered and raised one hand to rub her reddening cheek,
but didn't protest, just kept staring up at me with big
blue eyes swimming in tears.
"Go get my belt, you little cocktease," I told her. She
blinked at me several times, then gave a little groan and
turned, on all fours, and crawled over to the couch,
taking my jeans from where she'd neatly folded them and
starting to slide the belt out of their waist-loops. Its
buckle jangled pleasantly as she worked at it.
Finally she crawled back over to me, got up on her knees
like a dog begging, and presented the belt across both
her spread palms. "Here, Damian," she said, breathlessly.
"Yuh. your belt." She looked down, and added, somewhat
petulantly, "but I don't deserve a spanking, I been a
good girl."
"Over my knee, good girl," I told her. She sniffled but
lay across my lap. I wiped her tears off her face with my
left hand and beat her sexy ass with the belt in my right
hand. After the third stroke she took my fingers and
brought them to her mouth and started sucking them again
as she gasped and cried.
After I'd hit her about twelve times and her ass was all
striped and welted up -- let her explain THAT to Chuck --
I dragged her into the bathroom. I found Chuck's plunger
and made Erica get in the bathtub on all fours. I stuck
the plunger against the wall so the handle stuck out at
the right height and made Erica back onto it, taking it
up her ass a good eight inches. I'd used to
masturbate in the shower with a plunger that way when I
was a kid which was how I thought of it.
I told her to fuck herself on the plunger and she started
crying, but she did it, moving her hips back and forth on
a very short stroke, sliding the plunger handle in and
out of her ass. I told her she could play with her cunt
if she wanted and she immediately lifted one hand to her
pussy.
After a minute or so she was groaning and breathing hard
as she humped the plunger handle. I felt my usual post-
cum urge come over me and I pointed my cock at her back
and started to piss.
She gasped when the hot stream played over her but didn't
stop fucking herself. I told her to look at me and when
she turned her head over her shoulder I pissed on her
face. I was shocked when she closed her eyes and opened
her mouth, but I directed the stream onto her tongue.
Every few seconds she would close her mouth to swallow
and my piss would run off her lips and down her chin.
Finally I ran dry after she had swallowed several
mouthfuls.
I told her to pull forward off the plunger and I took it
out of the tub. There were shit stains all up the top
eight inches or so. I told her not to clean it off; she
could explain it to Chuck when he got back. Then I
stripped all the way down and got in the tub with her and
started the shower. I washed her off, then made her bend
forward against the shower wall. She wasn't even trying
to protest anymore. I told her to reach back and spread
her cheeks. When she did, I rubbed the bar of soap in the
crack of her ass, swirling one corner of the rectangular
bar in her puckered brownie.
Then I lathered up my cock and shoved it up her ass. My
experiences with sodomy before that had made me think it
would be hard to get up inside her and I'd have to be
patient, but I slid right up her back door easily. Her
asshole was warm and smooth like a velvet fist on my
cock, but she had obviously been well broken in anally
long since. I held onto her hips and leisurely buggered
her with the shower running on my back.
"What," I said over the roar of the water as I slid my
cock easily in and out of her soapy asshole, "were you
the only girl at an all male military school?"
"My adopted older brother started fucking me in the ass
when I was 12," she told me, head down against the tiled
shower wall. "He'd been fucking my adopted sister since
she was 11, it was his way of making sure we didn't get
knocked up. Sometimes when Mom and Dad were out he'd
bring some of his friends from the football team over and
the two of us would get our asses gangbanged all night.
Plus we had to give blowjobs and put on lesbian shows for
them."
"Ooooh," I said, excited by her description, my cock
hardening even further as I pumped in and out of her
anus. "Did you like it?"
"If it had just been me it would have been fine," she
gasped, reaching down to finger her clit again, "but Mary
always cried and that made me feel bad. Except when they
made us she wouldn't let me touch her although I would
have been happy to try to make her feel better when we
were alone."
"She sounds like she'd be a fun date," I said, sliding my
cock in and out of her velvety tight sphincter. "Got her
phone number?"
"Mmmmm," Erica moaned, "she wouldn't like it. Just rape
me. It's what I'm for."
Chapter 2: Erica In The Closet
Erica was in Calvin's bedroom, which like all the other
rooms in Calvin's apartment, was full of homemade
bookshelves loaded down and straining under the weight of
thousands of books. She was in one corner of the dimly
lit, otherwise empty room, bending forward to read the
spines of the books on a shelf a few feet lower than her
eye level. A plastic glass of some reddish fluid was in
her left hand, held carefully to the side, as her right
finger ran idly up one, then down the other, book spine,
moving slowly from left to right.
She was in a pair of tan shorts converted from slacks,
cut off just below the haunch and rolled up half an inch
to form a cuff, exposing the bottom most sliver of her
asscheeks deliciously as she bent forward. Tucked into
the shorts was a red tank top/muscle shirt my mom had
made for me back in the mid 70s that I'd long since
outgrown and given her during one of our many trysts
previous to that night. She looked awfully cute in it; I
knew if I could have seen her from the front, bent over
like that, her lovely full creamy tits would have been
practically fAlling out of the tank's scooped top. Her
curly blond hair was nodding as I watched her from behind
and I could hear her murmuring to herself under her
breath as she read the book titles.
I moved quietly up behind her and, standing to her left,
slipped my right hand up into the truncated left leg of
her shorts, cupping her bare asscheek in the palm of my
right hand and squeezing. As usual, she wasn't wearing
panties and the tips of my first three fingers brushed
easily against the fuzzy mound of her cunt. She gasped
and immediately straightened up, nearly spilling her
wine.
"Damian!" she blurted, but quietly. "What are you
doing?"
Straightened up now, standing next to me, very still but
trembling; the motion of her straightening had pushed her
parted pussy lips down over my three finger tips. I
squeezed the handful of ass and cuntflesh I now had
gently, rubbing my thumb on the opposite slope of her
ripe asscheek.
"I think that's pretty obvious," I said quietly back to
her.
"Nnnnhhhh," she sighed gutterally. "You should stop.
Chuck," the guy she'd been living with for the last
several years and was by no means faithful to, "is here
somewhere."
"He's out in the kitchen with Carol and the rest of
them," I told her. "Anyway, 'you should stop' is hardly
'please stop that, Damian '." I squeezed her cunt and
asscheek again, a little more firmly this time, and the
first two fingers of my squeezing hand slipped a bit
further up past her pussy's outer lips, rubbing on the
rapidly moistening inner lips surrounding the actual
vagina.
"Uhmm," she said, nibbling her lower lip and letting eyes
flutter mostly closed behind the small round lenses of
her glasses, her head rolling on her neck to brush, then
lean against my shoulder. "Nuhmmm. Puh.... Puh...
please... Damian..."
I moved my hand a bit to the right, letting the knuckles
at the base of my fingers lift and tent the central seam
of her shorts away from the delightful furrow between her
asscheeks so the seam slid down the back of my hand, as I
turned my hand to let my first two fingers slide up into
her now very wet pussy and push my thumb firmly up into
her warm, velvety smooth anus. Both holes, one hot and
wet, the other warm and smooth and dry, relaxed open for
me as I probed.
Erica grunted as my fingers and thumb slid easily up into
her, then sighed as she contracted both pussy and ass
sphincters around them. "Please what, Damian?" I asked
her pleasantly. "Please take me into Calvin's bathroom
and fuck me like the bitch in heat I am?"
"Uhmmm oh GOD," Erica whimpered sharply as my thumb and
fingers rocked inward to the webbing between them, wedged
firmly into her pussy and ass. "Oh, don't.... nuh...
nuhmmmm... oh... don't... please..." Her eyes were fully
closed now and her head was back as she rolled it on my
shoulder, blond curls matting and crushing against my
shirt, teeth nibbling her full lower lip as she moaned,
face upraised to mine. Her right hand went to the brass
knob-clasp on the waistband of my jeans and fumbled it
open, flattened against my lower belly, and pushed
smoothly down inside to find and grasp my hard as a rock
cock in cupped, knowing fingers and thumb.
My own left hand slipped into the front of the tank top
I'd given her and hefted one heavy breast inside her bra
cup, feeling the nub of her hard, pink nipple pressing
against the center of my palm. I squeezed both hands now;
the small barrier of flesh between her rectum and vaginal
channel compressing between thumb and fingers on my right
hand, the full, sensual plumpness of her tit pressing
firmly back against my left hand. I lowered my head
slightly and covered her mouth with mine, my tongue
immediately pushing past her parted lips into her
slightly sour, wine flavored mouth.
She groaned throatily back into my mouth and met my
tongue with hers eagerly, avidly, almost desperately, as
I ravished her with my hands and mouth right there, where
anyone could look in and see us. Her left hand fumbled
out and set the wine cup down on one of Calvin's
bookshelves as simultaneously, she slid her right hand
down my hard cock shaft and cupped my balls. Then, more
clumsily, she grasped my cock itself with her left,
turning into my body to face me as we kissed.
I only kissed her for ten or fifteen seconds, then let
our mouths move apart with a moist, brief sucking sound.
"Actually, the bathroom is on the other side of the
kitchen," I said. "Let's just see what's in Calvin's
bedroom closet."
Erica made no protest, just more moaning, whimpering
noises, as I moved us both across the bedroom without
removing either of my hands from inside her clothing. She
was shuffling backwards, mouth upraised, kissing me
intermittently as we moved, her tongue licking around my
lips and in and out of my mouth, both hands engaged with
my cock and balls.
I continued to deeply finger her pussy and ass and
squeeze her tit inside her tank top. At the closet door
she let go of my balls momentarily, fumbled behind her,
turned the doorknob, and leaned away from it enough to
pull it open. I pushed her backwards into the closet. It
was a small space, barely four feet deep and a few inches
less than that wide. I shoved her up against the back
wall, crushing several of Calvin's hanging suits aside
and behind her, taking my hand off her tit long enough to
turn and hook the door closed behind us.
In the dark, our mouths fused together again and our
tongues began to slide, accompanied by breathy grunts and
moans, back and forth, licking and slurping together. I
had to pull my fingers out of her holes for a moment
while I undid and shoved her shorts down with my other
one. She mewled like a kitten into my mouth between long
slurping kisses. Her hands were similarly shoving the
waistband of my jeans down, then sliding back up, one to
my cock, the other slipping around my shoulders.
I slipped my right hand back up after pushing her shorts
down around her knees, trailed my fingertips between her
ripe asscheeks, found her cunt with the two wet fingers
and her asshole again with my thumb, shoved them back up
inside her. She yelped into my mouth as my fingers and
thumb rammed home. I put my other hand on her ass and
with that supporting the fingers that were thrust up
inside her from behind, I lifted her up. Her ankles were
tangled together by her shorts but she bent her knees,
spreading them to part her legs on either side of mine.
One of her arms was around my shoulders now and she was
leaning her weight on me, pulling herself up; I let my
fingers slip out of her cunt from behind while keeping my
thumb jammed up her ass. Her other arm was down, her hand
searching between us, grasping my prick and lining it up
as I pulled her ass and pussy up and forward. Then her
cunt was right there, sliding down on my cock like a hot
wet vise in the darkness of the closet, and we both
groaned in unison as we slid together like a well oiled
key and lock. "Slut," I murmured into her open, wet, avid
mouth as our tongues fought together.
"Just FUCK me, you bastard," she growled back, tongue
flicking mine, tightening her expert cunt like a hot
milking fist along the length of my prick.
So I fucked her. I started slowly, sliding deliberately
back out until just the head of my prick was pushed up
past her parted pussy lips, then stroking smoothly back
up into the wet, smooth, warm clutch of her cunt.
After a few strokes I increased the pace a little. She
had both arms around my shoulders now and I could feel
her fingernails digging into my back through my shirt,
her hips moving against the back closet wall as she
pumped her pussy back at me, her murmur of frustration at
the shorts still entangling her ankles, which kept her
from spreading and lifting her legs fully and wrapping
them around my waist. I fucked up into her harder and she
gasped into my mouth. One foot must have come free from
her shorts as abruptly her legs came up and clasped
around my hips tightly, her crossed sneakers nestling
underneath my own asscheeks.
I started hammering my cock in and out of the hot clench
of her hungry cunt, with her moaning and throwing her
head back and then bringing it forward to bite my neck
hard as we screwed each other. "Nhhh unhhh nngggh NGGH"
she grunted through the mouthful of my neck she was
biting and licking. "NGGGHHHHH!" I grunted in response as
I spurted a load of hot cum up inside her pistoning
pussy. I fucked her for five or six more in-out strokes,
each slower than the previous one, as my cum jetted up
into her in diminishing spurts.
"Ohhh shit," she said, finally, gasping against my
shoulder, legs still wrapped around me in the pitch
darkness of the closet. "You bastard. If Chuck heard us
I'm in so much trouble."
"It's your fault for being such a fucking slut," I said,
chuckling, kissing her sweaty forehead, cheek, neck,
chin, and mouth. "You could have said 'no, stop, don't."
She squeezed her hot pussy around my cock again. "Like
you would have listened," she said breathlessly. "Like
you wouldn't have just dragged me in here and raped me.
Like you wouldn't have loved it."
I caught her tongue into my mouth and sucked at it for a
count of ten or twenty, ran my tongue around her lips,
and finally let my thumb slide out of her ass. She
grunted as it came out. I sighed. "Well, fine. If he
heard us, tell him I raped you. And you hated every
second of it, but what could you do?"
She ran her tongue in and out of my mouth with a
slurping, breathy moan, then said "Well, I wouldn't be
lying, anyway, you prick. You did rape me and I did hate
every second of it." She closed her mouth hungrily over
mine again and pushed her tongue past my lips once more,
sliding it in deep, sighing as she did. "Nmmmmm."
I chuckled, hefted her hips up, and slid her off me. She
went "nmmmhhh" in vaguely protesting tones even as her
legs came down and took her weight and our mouths pulled
apart again. "Bastard," she complained. "I really do hate
you."
My hands went to her shoulders. "Fine," I said. "Get on
your slut knees and hate cleaning my cock up with your
mouth." I pressed her down. She slid down the wall in
front of me without any real resistance. "You're such a
goddam cocksucker," I heard her hiss from below me, then
felt her tongue running along the underside of my sticky
prick.
"Mmmm," I said, as she slurped me into her mouth. "Well,
someone in this closet sure as hell is."
"Hmmmmphhh," Erica protested inarticulately as she
mouthed me. She swirled her tongue slowly along and
around the length of my still hard dick, expertly
cleaning the sticky residue of our fuck off me. She moved
her head forward with a muffled grunt, sliding the round,
tight oval of her lips down my shaft until she had
swallowed up my entire erection, the engorged head of my
cock sliding easily down the slight curve at the back of
her mouth into her throat. She moaned gutterally around
my prick and then, as she always does when someone sticks
a cock in her mouth, she started to suck and slurp. Her
head started pumping slowly back and forth as she knelt
on the closet floor and blew me.
Erica can no more not open her mouth wide for any cock
anyone puts near it than she can stop needing to breath,
and once she gets a cock in her mouth, if you don't want
to shoot a load down her throat, you have to pull it out
yourself. For Erica, sucking any dick presented to her is
like getting a tan when you're out in the sun. It's not
voluntary. It's just something that happens.
After a minute or so of her avid head-bobbing, I reached
down, sank both hands into her curly blond hair, and
shoved with both my hands and my hips forward, driving
her head back against the closet wall behind her.
Holding her pinned there, I started fucking in and out of
her sucking, slurping, moaning mouth, as her hands came
up and rested on my thighs, but made no attempt to hold
me back or slow me down. Her mouth was wet, warm, soft,
alternately tight or tighter on my prick as it slid in
and out and she flexed her lips and swirled her tongue.
I face fucked her faster and faster, harder and deeper,
and she never gagged or choked or tried to stop me, just
took it in and out of her mouth and throat with a
gurgling groan. My cock was sliding wetly in and out of
her tight, eager, sucking mouth as I held her head
tightly in both hands and she was making little
'nmmmggggh' 'nmmmggggghhhh' 'mmmnnnggggh' sounds that
were barely audible over the moist wet smooth slurping
noises my dick was making as it rammed in and out between
the sheath of her tight lips, sliding into and back out
of the tunnel of her tongue and palate.
I felt my second orgasm boiling up in my balls and
grunted, starting to breath harder. Erica heard me and
gave a muffled squeal and if anything started sucking and
slurping harder. After another ten or so strokes I gave
it up to her, pouring several big spurts of sperm into
her hot sucking mouth, listening to her gobble and gulp
as she frantically tried to keep up with it and get it
all down, swallowing and slurping away at it in the dark
as I continued to pump my cock in and out of her avidly
sucking mouth, emptying my load down her open, gulping
throat.
"Mmmmm," Erica murmured contentedly, as my orgasm trailed
off to small spurts and trickles she could more easily
keep up with. "Nmm. Mmmm. Nhmmmm." She kept nursing at
my cock, sucking and swallowing steadily now. "Mmmmmmm."
There were rustlings in the closet as she shifted
slightly on her knees to lean further forward, taking me
slightly deeper and more fully into her mouth, flexing
her lips and swirling her tongue as she sucked, milking
me with her lips and tongue for every last drop of cum.
There's nothing Erica likes better than a mouthful of
cock, unless it's the supreme feeling of swallowing a big
load of cum and knowing she got someone off with a
blowjob. For some reason, that seems to thrill her more
than any other kind of sex.
My cock finally started to soften in her mouth. Erica
didn't care; I knew from experience that once she gets a
dick in her mouth, she doesn't like to give it up. She
kept sucking away, nursing happily at my dick, her head
hardly moving now, just using her lips and tongue. I
couldn't see her, but I knew her eyes would be closed in
contented pleasure. I sighed and regretfully, pushed her
head back off me, pulling away from her at the same time.
"Awww," she said, whimpering like a puppy. I felt her try
to move her head forward against my hands so she could
recapture my cock with her mouth. "C'moooonnnnn," she
murmured, pleading.
"All right," I said, or whispered, "but you're gonna hate
it."
"Oh, fuck," I heard her murmur from below me, even as her
lips closed tightly around my softening cock again. She
knew what was coming. But she started sucking again
anyway.
After another 30 seconds, I relaxed and sighed and
started pissing in Erica's mouth. She groaned... Erica
hates swallowing my piss... but dutifully began gulping
the hot splashes of my urine down, knowing that if she
spilled a drop, much less tried to pull off before I was
done, I most likely wouldn't fuck her again for a month
or more. Erica enjoys acting like she's being raped, but
in fact, she and I both know she belongs to me, and if I
had to punish her by withholding sex from her, I'd forbid
her to have it with anyone else, too. She hates that more
than anything, even drinking my piss.
I must have pissed in her mouth for at least a full
minute, but finally I ran dry. Erica kept carefully
gulping, squeezing my cock just under the head with her
lips and swirling her tongue, to make sure she got every
drop. Then, finally, with a little 'bleah' sound, she let
my cock out of her mouth.
"God," I heard her moan below me, "Jesus Christ, Damian,
I fucking hate it when you piss in my mouth. I hope you
know you are the only person in the world I would ever
let do that."
"Up, slutty girl," I said briskly, grabbing and tugging
upwards on her ears.
"Bastard," she muttered, struggling in the small, dark
closet, stumbling against me as she tried to pull herself
back up my body. Her knees popped audibly. "Damn it, my
foot is half asleep."
I held her up easily, found her chin with one hand,
tilted her head up, and kissed her deeply. "Mmmmpph," she
protested faintly, but let me kiss her, and then, after a
second, sighed and relaxed and began to kiss me back. Her
mouth and tongue tasted faintly of my cock and more
strongly of my cum and most strongly of all of piss, but
I didn't mind. "Mmmmmm," she said, finally, her tongue
swirling in and out of my mouth. "Nnnmmm."
I zipped myself up and fastened my jeans again. "I'll go
out first," I murmured to her, nibbling her ear lobe.
"You pull your shorts up and come out in a minute or so.
I think everyone is still in the kitchen, anyway."
Erica sighed heavily and pushed herself back off my
chest, into the closet's back wall. "You're such a
prick," she said, in a playfully complaining tone. "You
didn't even try to make me cum. I don't know why I ever
fuck you."
I found her mouth and kissed her again, pushing my tongue
deep, then nibbling her lower lip. "It's because you love
me so," I said. "Anyway, no one has to try to make you
cum, you little nympho. Want me to leave the door open a
crack so you can see a little?"
"You're very considerate for a bastard rapist," she said.
"Sure."
I started to slip out, and she grabbed my hand. "Wait,"
she said, her voice kind of low and breathless. "Um...
aren't you going to... you know... do... all of me?"
Erica gets very coy, verbally, when she talks about sex,
at least, with me. But I knew what she wanted.
"I just came in you twice in five minutes," I said,
keeping my voice down and the closet door pulled mostly
closed. "Gimme some rebound time, woman." I lowered my
voice even further. "Besides, there isn't enough room in
this closet for me to get up your sweet little ass."
Which I knew from experience; Erica is short, and has
short legs, too; for me to get up into her ass, we either
need a bed or enough room for her to lean way over and
bend her knees a little.
"Awwww," she said, whimpering like a puppy. "But you know
you always fuck my ass, Damian . Come onnnnnnn..."
I sighed, leaned back, and kissed her again. Then said
"So what's all this bastard rapist and you hate it so
much stuff?"
"Oh," she said, her voice going soft, "you know I'm just
kidding, Damian. I'm your slave. I love you. I just
thought you'd like it if I resisted a tiny little bit.
Your little Erica is still your fuck toy. You know I'll
be your property forever. You know I'd have sucked you
off out in the kitchen in front of everyone if you wanted
me to. I still will. Want to?"
I kissed her again. "No, I'm not ready for Chuck to dump
you quite yet. Maybe in another couple of weeks."
"Yes, Damian," she said submissively. "Can I come over to
your place later tonight? You haven't beaten me in a
while. I need a good beating. And you could fuck my ass
then, too."
I pretended to consider that. "Tell me what you are
again."
Erica closed her eyes and gave a little groan. "I'm your
fuck toy, Damian, your slut slave, your property, your
piss drinking cunt bitch. I'm your cocksucker and your
personal sperm bank." I could see her pout in the dim
light of the shadowy closet. "And you didn't make a
deposit in my ass-slot, either. I'm also your punching
bag and whipping girl and can I PLEASE come over and get
beaten and fucked in the ass tonight, PLEASE?"
I sighed. "Of course you can. In fact, if you're very
nice I'll take you in the bathroom in a little while,
after everyone is finished eating, and sodomize you." I
leaned back and kissed her briefly one more time. "Now be
good."
"Fat chance of that with bastard rapists like you
around," she mock-grumbled, but held my hand and kissed
it as I slipped out of the closet and pushed the door
mostly closed behind me.
Chapter 3. Life With Erica
Friday night Erica had been being punished -- she'd let
the apartment get a little messed up during the day while
I was at work, and at her weekly weigh in, she hadn't
lost the full scheduled three pounds she was supposed to,
so I knew she'd been cheating on her diet -- so she
didn't get to sleep with me, instead, she spent the night
down on all fours, tied to the coffee table in the living
room, with various household objects (not dildos or
vibrators, Erica only gets those when she's good) packed
into her cunt and ass, and a ballgag in her mouth. I'd
fucked her mouth before I put the ballgag in, though, so
she knew I wasn't too mad at her.
For the rest of her punishment, all she'd get to eat that
weekend was my cum. Erica was far from fat, but she'd
gotten a pretty big spare tire around her hips over the
years she'd lived with Chuck, and I found it unsightly.
I'd told her that one of the conditions of us being
together was that she was going to get back in shape.
Since one of the other conditions was her unconditional
obedience, with a sweet, enthusiastic attitude, at all
times, I didn't anticipate too much difficulty. Erica
most likely would have a very hard time losing weight on
her own... she's just not strong willed... but I was
confident I could make her.
You may wonder why I didn't just beat her, but that's
only because you don't know Erica. Beating her is a
reward for being good, not a punishment for being bad. If
I took a belt, or my fists, to her every time she did
something I didn't like, she'd disobey a lot more.
Disapproval, not letting her sleep with me, prolonged
discomfort, and denying her food were much better ways to
discipline her.
I woke up relatively early for a Saturday and went out to
the living room. Despite the obvious discomfort of the
position -- she was kneeling at one end of the coffee
table, belly pressed flat against its surface, reaching
up along its sides to where her wrists were bound to the
far legs, her knees pulled apart and bound to the
outsides of the legs nearest her -- she was limp along
the top of it, head down, snoring softly around the ball
gag.
There were two hammers buried handle first in her ass,
one with a simple polished wood handle, the other with a
fatter metal handle that had a rough leather grip, and an
elastic strap I'd cut out of the waistband of a pair of
pantyhose running around her hips and asscheeks holding
them in. I moved the strap and pulled the hammers out,
then crouched behind her and pushed my morning hard on up
her well stretched asshole. My cock was nothing like as
big or as fat as the two hammer handles she'd had shoved
up there all night, so it took a few seconds for her
rectum to tighten on my dick. When it did I started
buttfucking her hard, taking her brutally from behind.
Erica had woken up when I'd pulled the handles out, but
her restraints wouldn't let her look behind her and she
had no way to be sure who was mounting her. Now she cried
out through the ballgag as I slammed my cock in and out
of her ass hard. It's not that Erica would mind having
some stranger come into the apartment to use her anally
without her consent... in fact, I suspect she'd love
it... but she'd have to worry about what I'd think if I
came out and saw some other guy up her ass.
Erica cheated a lot on Chuck while they were living
together... she cheated with me, among many others... and
I'd told her if I ever saw her so much as flirting with
another guy, I'd make her wish she was dead before I
dumped her forever. This was hard for Erica, because
she's naturally flirtatious, but she had been careful
about it in the two months we'd been together so far.
(The fact that I not only allowed, but required, her to
flirt with all the attractive women she encountered
probably helped, as did the fact that she was not only
allowed, but required, to let any attractive woman who
showed an interest in her to make sexual use of her.)
So she was making little muffled protesting sounds around
the ball gag as I fucked her in the ass, although I knew
she was also very turned on, which was confirmed by how
wet I could see her inner thighs getting as her pussy
leaked around the three screwdrivers I'd shoved up there
handle first the night before. I didn't make a sound
myself to let her know who I was, just held her hips and
really fucked the living hell out of her asshole. She was
moaning around the ballgag when I finally gasped and shot
my first load of the day up her now nicely tightened up
ass.
"Mmmmm," I said, pulling out of her and moving around to
wipe my sticky cock off in her blond, then curly (she'd
recently permed it) hair. She sighed in an obvious
combination of relief and disappointment when she saw it
was me. I unsnapped the ball gag, pulled it out of her
mouth, and fed her my cock.
"Ohh nmmmmm," she moaned cheerfully as she started
slurping away at it. She was cleaning it expertly with
her lips and tongue when I sighed and started to piss in
her mouth.
If I had to piss and Erica was handy, she got on her
knees and opened her mouth. She didn't like it much, but
she knew she had no choice... at least, not if she wanted
to keep seeing me.
That goes back to Erica's and my first illicit encounter.
Chuck was out of town for a weekend and she and I had run
into each other at a campus movie. We'd watched it
together and she'd let me get very affectionate, and then
gotten even more so on the walk home... then tried to
shut me down with a quick blowjob at Chuck's door,
claiming she 'wanted to be a good girl'. I'd dragged her
inside and raped her brutally that night, discovering to
my shock (and pleasure) that she really enjoyed rough use
(the rougher the better) and had apparently been starved
for it for years with Chuck.
She'd made me so mad with her dickteasing that I'd beaten
her badly with my belt that night, raped all her holes
repeatedly, then not allowed her to sleep on the bed
(Chuck's bed) with me for the rest of the weekend,
forcing her to sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed
with her hands and ankles tied together behind her and
her panties stuffed in her mouth. I'd also forced to
write out a statement saying she was my willing fucktoy
from that point on, that I owned her body and soul, and
that she would obey me without hesitation or question and
with an eager cheerful attitude at all times.
I'd done it mostly to protect myself in case she cried
'rape', but much to my surprise, after that weekend was
over, she'd started turning up at my apartment on the
most bizarre excuses... to borrow a book from me, to
bring me a cake she'd baked for me, etc... and of course,
once she turned up, I'd inevitably end up using her
sexually before I let her leave. After the first several
times this happened, I told her to stop making up excuses
and just report to me at least twice a week for my use...
although I told her that she could keep bringing me food
or presents if she wanted.
Over the next few months (she kept seeing Chuck, whom
she'd been living with for years) I exerted more and more
control over her, forcing her to dress even more
provocatively than normal (Erica had up to that point
always kept the goods on display, but her outfits had
always been rather sloppy and casual; under my
instruction, she bought and wore clothes that looked
better, if more deliberately slutty), to do her makeup
better, to flirt more with women and less with men, to
break off all her other extracurricular relationships
with men, and to gradually wean Chuck off sex with her
with a succession of 'headaches' and offering to
substitute a handjob for a fuck.
I made her reserve her mouth and ass for me (if she blew
Chuck, she was not allowed to let him cum in her mouth,
for example) and put her on a diet, instituting weekly
weigh ins even before she'd officially broken up with
him.
One of my ex girlfriends, Rachel, had at the time started
to confide in me that she'd been having bisexual
fantasies. Rachel hadn't let me touch her sexually in
years, but when I offered to fix her up with a nice
pretty blonde who would do anything she wanted, she
became willing to trade sex with me. So I got to watch
Erica and Rachel together several times, and made Erica
watch Rachel suck me off and fuck me several times, too.
Rachel wasn't really a natural submissive like Erica was,
so sex with her was both vanilla and emotionally
uninvolved; she didn't have the erotic dependence on me
Erica did. Still, I enjoyed having my ex's mouth, pussy,
and even ass available to me occasionally. Actually, I
only got to fuck Rachel in the ass twice; she disliked it
so much she offered to start paying me for sex with Erica
instead (the two of them hit it right off). I told her
I'd take her money as long as she paid me in front of
Erica (to make Erica feel demeaned) but if she was going
to limit my access to her body, I wanted more oral and
vaginal sex with her.
She reluctantly agreed and for a while, it was almost
like I was dating her again; once or twice a week the
three of us would get together so she and Erica could
have sex, and during those get togethers I'd fuck Erica,
too; two or three other times a week, Rachel and I would
go out to a movie or do something else date-ish, and then
end up having sex at her place or mine. Rachel never
failed on any of these opportunities to offer to pay me
quite a bit more if I'd just stop making her have sex
with me, but all I'd ever take from her was $20 for her
weekly sessions with Erica, as I enjoyed forcing her to
screw me against her will too much to give up.
She eventually moved to Boston and became a full time
dyke, not just bisexual, but on her twice or three times
a year return visits, she always wanted to spend time
with Erica, and I always made her suck me off to do it.
Anyway, after a few months Erica had asked me meekly if I
would let her break up with Chuck and be mine
'officially', and after thinking about it, I said yes...
under the conditions I've already mentioned, and others,
such as that while Erica could only fuck me and other
women, I could fuck anyone I wanted.
Which brings us back up to date for the moment, with
Erica, eyes tightly clenched closed and groaning in
disgust deep in her throat as she struggled to swallow my
piss. She gulped and gulped and gulped, trying to keep up
with it, and almost did it, but after ten seconds or so,
the excess started spilling down her chin in a golden
stream and dripping off onto the floor. She could feel it
and hear it running over and squinched her eyes even
tighter as she redoubled her efforts to swallow it all,
knowing that making a mess like that would just make her
punishment last longer.
I sighed and finally finished up. I pulled my soft cock
out of her mouth. Erica opened her eyes and looked up at
me miserably, running her tongue around her lips and
chin. "Sorry," she said in her little girl voice. "You
s'prised me. Please don't be mad?"
"You made a mess on the floor," I told her, moving around
to sit on the couch after turning on the TV.
Erica whimpered as I did that. Normally, if I'm going to
be watching TV for a while, that's her 'suck off time',
when she gets to just kneel on the floor next to the
couch and suckle my cock. The object isn't to make me
cum; often my cock isn't even hard. She just likes to
suckle it, sometimes for hours, nursing at it with her
lips and slurping it with her tongue. Although
occasionally I make her do it with her wrists tied behind
her back (this is what we use her bras for, since she's
not allowed to wear anything more than panties around the
house, even if I'm not mad at her), she finds even that
infinitely preferable to being tied to the coffee table
while I watch TV.
She knows better than to beg or whine while I watch TV,
though; that would REALLY get me mad. So she knelt there
silently, hopefully thinking about what a really bad
little girl she was, just whimpering from time to time
and getting a crick in her neck trying to look back over
her shoulder at me, as I watched about twenty minutes of
some terrible Saturday morning cartoons. Finally I got up
again and turned the set off.
Erica immediately said, "Damien, please don't be mad at
me, I'm sorry, if you let me up I'll be good, and I'll
clean up the mess I made, I will, really! And I won't
give you any backtalk or bad attitude and you'll be so
proud of me?" She was sniffling, but she knows better
than to cry any time I'm not actually beating her. I
enjoy seeing a woman cry from me hurting her physically,
but I despise emotional manipulation through tears.
I ignored her and went into the bathroom, took a dump,
cleaned up and came back out. "Some little girls are very
selfish," I said, not seeming to be addressing anyone in
particular. "They don't seem to understand that their
actions, and their failures, have consequences... and not
just for them, which doesn't matter because they deserve
it, but for me. I'm being punished too. I don't sleep
well without my slut in bed with me. And I just had to
take a shit and then wipe my ass myself, and why? Because
my toilet girl is tied to the coffee table because she
can't be bothered to follow my simple instructions."
Erica was whimpering now. "I know," she whispered,
sniffling more. "I'm so sorry, Damien. I know I
disappointed you."
I sighed. "If you stay fat, Erica, I'm not going to want
to fuck you any more. Is that what you want? For me to
not find you attractive any more? Are you trying to make
me get rid of you? I can get on the phone right now and
Ellen will be moving her stuff into this apartment by
tomorrow night. Is that what you're trying to make me
do?"
Ellen is the girl who had been my first slave. She was
the first real experience I had with such a relationship.
Basically, after a year of her telling me that she loved
me like the big brother she never had and really cared
for me as a friend but she didn't have THOSE feelings for
me, I'd managed to talk her into letting me hypnotize
her... ostensibly to help cure her allergies and give her
more self confidence. Naturally, I implanted post
hypnotic commands that turned Ellen into my willing slut.
Ellen had been a natural submissive like Erica, although
unlike Erica, who had been fucking around since she was
10 or 11 looking for someone to control her utterly,
Ellen was sheltered and innocently virginal and wanted to
save herself for her husband. Still, Ellen got addicted
to the sex and the humiliation soon enough, and to being
degraded and physically tortured very soon thereafter.
We'd stayed together three years and she still considered
herself to be my property, but the problem with dom/sub,
S&M relationships is that they just burn out over time
and there's nothing you can do about it.
I'd taken Ellen as far down the road as I wanted to, and
after everything I could think to do to her physically
and emotionally, and after sharing her with several women
and even turning her into a K9 slut, the only thing left
to do with her was the gangbang scene... letting my male
friends, and then male strangers, have the use of her.
I've never wanted to share my toys with other men, not
even for money, so at that point, I just let her go,
setting her up to go into a more conventional, vanilla
relationship with a male friend of mine who'd had a crush
on her for years and had no idea of the real nature of
our relationship. (I'm very loving to my partners in
public, as long as they show the proper attitude of
deference and submission.)
She actually wound up marrying the guy, although I still
got letters from her every few weeks telling me she
missed me and she belonged to me forever and sending me a
few more Polaroids of her. My going away present to her
had been a male Malamute puppy, and the Polaroids
generally showed her having sex with him (now a very
grown up and well hung beast indeed) or the various women
she was constantly having affairs with. (She was very
restricted in how much sex she had with her husband,
since it still made me jealous.
I'd put her under orders to substitute hand jobs for
fucking as much as she could, and if she just had to fuck
him, he only got her cunt, not her mouth or her ass,
ever... and it went without saying that she was totally
vanilla with him; no man would ever tie Ellen up or
torture her but me. All of which meant that poor Ellen
sucked off her dog and had him fuck her in the ass two or
three times a day, plus she sought out female dommes to
keep her properly disciplined.)
Erica reads all Ellen's letters and enjoys looking at her
Polaroids, so she knew that all I had to do was make one
phone call and Ellen would be here tomorrow, dressed
however I instructed (or naked), panting, holes open,
ready and willing to take Erica's place. "No," Erica
cried out now. "No, please Damien, don't call Ellen, I'll
be good, please, let me be good."
So I went over and untied her, then had to help her up
because she was so stiff after a night in that position.
"Go take a shower," I told her kindly, kissing her
forehead. "Then put on a pair of panties, get in here and
clean up this mess, and then make me breakfast. Do I have
to tell you where you'll spend the entire weekend if I
catch you sneaking food?"
"No, Damien," she said gratefully, huddled against my
chest. "But I'm so hungry. Can I please suck you off in
the shower?"
"No," I said. "You don't deserve to suck me off yet." She
couldn't walk well yet, and she didn't deserve coddling,
so I gently lowered her back down to the floor and she
crawled, groaning painfully, into the bathroom to take
her shower.
Afterwards, she came out, limping a little from the
stiffness but much less hobbled up, with her wet hair up
on top of her head, in a pair of red silk panties she
knows I like because I bought them for her. Erica isn't
allowed to wear anything but panties in the house, and
she's only allowed to wear panties when I tell her to,
otherwise she has to be naked.
The only exceptions are if the doorbell rings, and she
has a robe hanging on a hook next to it for that. (It's a
thin silk kimona that covers her without concealing
anything, as the lower hem is just below her cunt and
doesn't fully cover her ass, and she's not allowed to tie
the sash on it tightly, but can only loop the sash
loosely around her waist to mostly cover her tits... if
she's really careful how she moves.) She can't even put
the robe on without my permission, or open the door fully
to anyone if I'm not home.
I was laying on the couch reading. She came over to me
and I turned my face up to her and smiled, which is our
body language for wanting a kiss. So she wriggled happily
and perched on the couch next to me and gave me a deep
long wet tongue kiss, which was nice.
I know she was hoping I'd get hard again and let her blow
me, and making out with her for a few minutes as I played
with her tits and pussy did get me hard again, but I
wasn't ready to fully forgive her just yet. (When you
have a sub who enjoys being humiliated, degraded, and
beaten, you can only use disapproval to discipline them.
I don't care for it, but it's something I've learned. As
I mentioned before, if I'd beaten Ellen or Erica every
time they did something wrong, they'd be constantly
disobeying me just to get punished. They both sincerely
love walking around covered in welts and bruises given to
them by their owner.)
So after a few minutes kissing and fondling her, I pushed
her away and told her to clean up that mess she'd made.
She pouted, but not much, and promptly got a rag and
soapy water... at which point I glared at her and said
"What the hell do you have a TONGUE for, stupid?" So she
got down on her knees and licked up the piss she had
spilled, sobbing inaudibly as she did it because she knew
I was mad at her again. After she was done she looked up
at me from her hands and knees and whimpered, obviously
wanting to return to the couch for more cuddling, but I
sent her firmly out to the kitchen to cook my breakfast.
I had to pop my head into the kitchen a few times while
she was scrambling eggs and making french toast, to let
her know I was watching. I didn't catch her sneaking food
either time. That doesn't mean she wasn't doing it...
Erica is a little kid in some ways... but she was smart
enough not to get caught. I could have gone over and
smelled her breath or kissed her, but a couple of
mouthfuls of bread wouldn't ruin her diet. Sometimes you
have to overlook things.
She brought my food in on a tray, knelt next to the
couch, cut it up, and fed it to me sweetly, a servile
display that always makes Erica wriggle like a puppy
because she gets rewarded with so much positive attention
while she does it. She'd been so sweet I decided to
relent a little and told her she could go get a bra if
she wanted, and we could have some suck off time if she
were properly restrained. Her eyes lit up, and I said,
firmly, "AFTER you do the dishes."
So she pouted again, but took the dishes back out and I
heard her running water. Just as she finished and had
scampered through the living room with a quick smile to
me, hurrying into the bedroom to find a bra to tie her
wrists with, the doorbell rang.
"Oh, SHIT!" I heard her wail. She popped her head back
out. "Please, can I not answer it, can we pretend to not
be home, PLEASE, Damien?"
"One more word and you can answer it on your knees
without even panties on," I said. She shut her mouth so
fast it was almost comical, hung her head, and went out
to the kitchen again. I relented as she walked through,
"You can put your robe on." I heard her breathe a sigh of
relief. Erica is, strangely, an utter slut, but not an
exhibitionist; I've made her flash strangers in public
places, but it embarrasses her... especially since her
great big tits generally receive a lot of favorable
remarks.
I heard the door open and Erica mumble something... then
the voice of her cousin Jennifer say chirpily "Wow,
aren't you guys even dressed yet? Geez! I thought you
wanted to go shopping today!"
Jennifer, despite the fact that she and Erica actually
aren't related (Erica is adopted), have a distinct
resemblance. Both are about the same height (5'5).
Jennifer is more petite (Erica is big boned, but she has
a lush body so it doesn't matter), and while her tits are
actually a bit smaller than Erica's 36Ds, (34Cs, I'd
estimate) they look just as big (and a little firmer) on
her smaller frame. Jennifer has short auburn hair as
opposed to Erica's blond (and auburn isn't quite right;
it's actually redder than that), but they both have the
same wide mouthed, full lipped, snub nosed, big eyed,
firm jawed Scandihoovian type St. Pauli Girl faces.
Jennifer is fairly slutty, but she's slutty in a much
more hypocritical way than Erica is... at least,
according to what Erica has told me. Jennifer has had
casual affairs with a lot of different guys (and a few
women), but she apparently takes inordinate pride in the
fact that most of these affairs are 'just fooling
around', as she puts it, or, basically, oral sex only,
according to Erica. She's shallow, and only 'fools
around' with guys who have a lot of money, or are really
good looking, or both.
She frequently has her 'just fooling around' affairs with
guys who are dating her friends, and has on two occasions
(again, according to Erica) had them with married men.
Not that I care; I screwed Erica when she was dating her
ex boyfriend and I'm certainly going to fuck Ellen again
someday. But the hypocrisy of Jennifer's attitude just
annoys me.
Jennifer has also dickteased me in the past, hanging out
with me a few times and obviously enjoying my attentions
without ever letting me get anywhere with her. Clearly,
she regarded me as harmless. She'd been on my To Be
Beaten And Raped Until She Cries list, but then I'd
gotten involved with Erica, and that had taken up all my
sexual energy.
I heard Erica say something about how she'd be ready in a
minute, and then she was ushering Jennifer in.
To say Jennifer was a little flabbergasted to find me
sprawled naked across my couch would be an
understatement. She looked good; she was in a white
button up blouse that left a V of skin bare down to just
the start of her cleavage, a faintly pink cardigan
sweater, and a plaid skirt that fell an inch above her
knees. White socks and loafers completed the ensemble,
along with a green hair band pulling her hair back from
her face.
Then Jennifer's eyes ticked around the room... finding
the ties still attached to the coffee table legs, the
dildos and vibrators still out on the blanket I sometimes
make Erica give me shows on over by the bookshelf, the
Polaroids spread on the coffee table that Erica still
hadn't gotten around to putting in our albums. Her eyes
widened, but I noticed a definite twitch of a smile on
her lips, too.
She started to say something... and Erica grabbed her by
the hair from behind and with a sweet smile at me, hauled
her down to her knees. "I forgot I ordered a gift for you
yesterday, Damien," Erica said, pouting at me adorably.
Jennifer squawked "What the hell? Are you crazy? Don't!
Let me go..."
Erica yanked her cousin's head up with an expertise she
could only have gotten from me, and her hand flashed
twice, accompanied by a loud KRAK KRAK. "Shut up, red
haired slut," she said pleasantly to her cousin.
"Ahhhhh! OWww!" Jennifer gasped, head up, cheeks now
bearing blazing red hand prints. "Owwww ERICA... stop
it...!"
Erica looked at me and sighed. "This fuck thing just
doesn't learn, master," she said gravely... the hauled
off and kicked Jennifer hard in the side with her bare
foot. "I said, SHUT UP, red haired slut. Do you need to
be tied to the table and whipped?"
Jennifer was staring up at her as if she were crazy. She
looked over at me. "You really should shut up, Jennifer,"
I told her, mildly. "The sooner you start showing us you
can obey properly, the sooner we'll stop punishing you."
That was true. Of course, once she'd learned to obey
sexually, we'd start hurting her just for our own
pleasure, but she didn't need to know that now.
Jennifer started to say something, and Erica hauled her
head up sharply. "Ah AH," she said. "You want to get out
of here without nasty welts or bruises all over you, not
one more word without permission, red haired slut."
Jennifer, unlike Erica or Ellen, had a vanilla bitch's
disgust and aversion to being marked up. It must have
finally sunk in at that point that she really wasn't
going to leave until we let her. She'd obviously noted
that the apartment was the only one in the building, and
the business on the first floor underneath us was closed
on Saturday. She opened her mouth... and then closed it
with a snap. She looked up at Erica and nodded as best
she could with her head yanked up painfully on a leash of
hair.
"I'm amazed," Erica said. "I thought this stupid bitch
would try to scream for help and keep telling us how we
can't do it and there's no way and we'd better let her go
until we ball gagged her."
I smiled. "She's smart, just like her cousin," I said.
"How long did it take you to submit to me, Erica?"
She shivered in memory. "You didn't even have to hit me.
You just controlled me right from the start, after that
time I dickteased you."
Jennifer was following this with wide eyes. "Jennifer," I
said. She looked at me, mute fear on her features. "Now,
I didn't know Erica had invited you over as a present for
me, but it's very sweet of her. She's in the doghouse
this weekend for being a bad little girl, so I think she
did this to get in good with me again."
Jennifer didn't say anything, although obviously she
wanted to. "The thing is, Jennifer, is that originally
this weekend was supposed to be a Rape And Torture Erica
Weekend. And the reason it's so thoughtful of her to
invite you is that she knows how much I was looking
forward to that, and now I can't because she's being
punished... so she got you to come over instead. Isn't
that nice of her?"
Jennifer didn't look like she thought it was nice at all,
but since I'd asked her a question, she took it as
permission to speak. "Please," she said, trying to make
her voice meek, but Jennifer isn't very meek and it was
hard for her. "Please, if you're trying to scare me,
okay, I'm scared, and I'll apologize for whatever you
want, Damien, buh... but if you ruh RAPE me, Damien..."
She paused and took a breath. "Yuh you know I'll call the
police. Buh but if you let me go now I won't tell anyone
about this."
I sighed. "Erica, slap the silly bitch." Erica did, with
obvious pleasure. Jennifer squealed in pain and gave a
half-sob. "Jennifer, when I ask you a question, you
answer the question, not use it as an excuse to give a
stupid little whiney babygirl speech that makes no sense.
Erica, tell her why she's a stupid little whiney babygirl
who makes no sense."
Erica yanked Jennifer's head up even further and back, so
her face was practically upside down staring up at her
cousin standing over her. "Because, you dumb cunt, first,
by the time we're done with you you won't want to tell
anyone about it, you won't even want to leave, you'll
love Damien and you'll love me and you'll be begging for
more. Second, even if you do leave and tell anyone, it's
your word against both of ours. Third, before you ever do
leave, you're going to write out and sign a paper saying
you came over here to be part of a live slave training
fantasy."
"And," I said, off handedly, "we'll have Polaroids of you
doing the most disgusting things, and believe me, you'll
look totally willing in them. Plus Erica knows the names
of like fifteen guys you've had sex with, so if you did
report us, you'd just look like a whore by the time our
lawyer got done cross examining you."
Erica yanked her hair and Jennifer groaned as tears began
slowly trickling down her cheeks. "But none of that
matters, cuz, because you're going to LOVE Damien and
LOVE me before we let you go. Now answer Damien's
question, bitch... aren't I sweet to invite you over so
he can have someone to rape and torture?"
She groaned, then gasped "Yuh yes you're suh sweet to duh
do that for him cuh can I please ask a question?"
I sighed. "Erica, don't slap her this time, punch her. In
the face."
Erica's eyes lit up and she yanked her cousin's head up
hard by the hair and her clenched fist came down so fast
I could barely see it fly. There was a fleshy smacking
sound and Jennifer yelped "AHHH!" When Erica let her
lower her head again, I could see that Jennifer's lower
lip was already swelling on one side.
"Nice aim, baby," I said, admiringly. "Red haired slut,
you will address Erica as cousin or blonde haired slut.
You know how to address me, don't you?"
Jennifer rolled her eyes up at Erica; tears were leaking
down her face now, and she was wincing as she gently
probed her swollen lip with a finger tip. "Oh my God,"
she said, "oh my God, I have a date tonight..."
"She needs another one, Erica," I sighed.
Erica yanked Jennifer's head back and Jennifer shrieked
"NOO NO NO please master sir I know how to address you
PLEASE!"
Erica looked at me questioningly. "Red haired slut," I
said, "are you going to cooperate?"
Jennifer glared up at Erica, then looked over at me and
forced herself to lower her eyes. "Yuh yes sir," she
whispered, softly, but I could hear the venom in her
tone.
"Well," I said, "you still deserve one more at least for
attitude, but I'm going to let you prove your good will.
Tilt your head back and ask Erica to punch you in the
face nicely... and I'll allow you to also pick where she
hits you. If you ask nicely."
"Oh God," Jennifer moaned. But then she visibly shuddered
and forced herself to tilt her head up. "Um... blonde
haired cousin slut... um... please... please punch me...
in... in the... cheek? Please?"
Erica smiled down at her, reached down and caressed
Jennifer's face gently... then hauled off and punched her
hard with a ringing smack, right in the cheek.
"OWWWW!" Jennifer howled. "Oh my GOD that hurt!" She
sobbed, then looked at me. "Please... um... master... may
the red haired slut ask a quah question now?"
Erica had meanwhile wound her fingers in Jennifer's hair
again, smiling balefully down at her kneeling cousin.
"Maybe," I said. "Erica, let go of her hair." Erica
pouted, but did. "Now, Jennifer, let's see if we have to
keep hurting you, or if you can obey a simple
instruction." Jennifer looked at me resentfully, rubbing
her cheek now, but was obviously attentive. "Stand up and
take your clothes off, tramp," I instructed her.
Jennifer gave a trapped look from me to Erica. but then,
with a sigh, stood up and started unbuttoning her
cardigan with trembling hands.
"Mmmmm I'm going to love blistering up that soft pink
skin of yours, cuz-slut," Erica giggled.
I glanced at Erica and said quietly, "Erica, you're still
being punished, and your attitude isn't setting a very
good example for your fellow slut."
Erica looked up at me, obviously stricken.
I said, "No, don't apologize, I don't want to hear it.
Jennifer, undress faster, this isn't a strip tease, I
want you naked." Jennifer flushed and started yanking her
clothes off faster, tossing the sweater into a chair,
sending the blouse after it within two seconds, letting
the skirt slide down her legs and kicking it into the
chair, sliding her panties down off her auburn thatched
pussy.. we'd have to shave that for her, or Erica
would... and kicking them aside, then unsnapping her
front hook bra and tossing that over onto the pile, too.
She bent and took off one shoe, then the other, then
skinned her socks down and off. Then straightened up with
a little flourish, blushing as she stood naked in front
of me.
"Good," I said. "Now, back on your knees, naked slut, and
crawl over here and put your head back on this table."
Obviously wondering and dreading whatever was about to
happen, she did, crawling over, leaning back against the
coffee table, and resting her head back on it, the edge
of the table at her neck.
"Now, here's the deal... you can ask all the questions
you like, and I'll answer them... pleasantly, if you ask
nicely, unpleasantly, if you don't... as long as Erica's
pussy is on your mouth and you're licking it in between
questions." I watched her face, which was upside down
from my vantage point. Jennifer's features wrinkled up in
distaste as I told her that, but at least she was smart
enough not to say anything.
"Don't look like that," Erica said, taking her robe off
and sliding her panties down her legs. "Nancy told me you
ate her out all night when you slept over there last
month."
"Erica," I said mildly, "I think from now on you'd better
not speak unless I speak to you first. You're starting to
really piss me off. You're a tool I'm using to train
Jennifer with, and until you make me believe you deserve
to be treated any better than that, that's ALL you are...
a thing I use. You're not dominant to Jennifer right now,
and you're setting her a terrible example, and if I have
to speak to you one more time about this, you're going in
the toilet for an hour. Got me?"
Erica opened her mouth to reply, caught herself in time,
and nodded her head several times frantically, tears
spilling down her cheeks.
"Good," I said. "Now go sit on the red haired thing's
face."
Jennifer started crying a little harder when I called her
a thing, but she didn't try to move as Erica walked over,
straddled her head, put her knees on the coffee table on
either side of Jennifer's ears, and then mounted her
cousin's mouth with a sigh. She looked up at me
nervously.
"Talk to her like you love her, Erica," I said. "Make her
feel at home."
"Mmmm cuz," Erica said immediately. "I always wanted you,
baby. Nancy said you were good. Show me, honey. Come on.
Eat your sweet cousin. You know I love you. Show me you
love me too." She held Jennifer's head and rubbed her
shaved pussy on her cousin's mouth. Jennifer rolled her
eyes up at me, then I could hear faint slurping sounds
coming from Erica's pussy. Erica sighed again. "Mmmmm
little baby cousin is such a good cuntlicker," she said.
"Nice tongue tip on my clittie, there, baby. Oh, yeah.
Make Erica cum good, sweetie. Oh, you're so sweet to me."
After about five seconds of slurpy mound-munching sounds,
I heard Jennifer's muffled voice say "Please, I'll be
good and do what you want, you don't have to hurt me, and
I won't tell anyone, please, just tell me what you want
and don't hurt me okay?" She stopped, then went on
hastily, "Master, sorry, Master!"
Erica pouted and ground her pussy harder on Jennifer's
mouth. Jennifer gagged but started to lap again, judging
from the sounds.
"Normally sub sluts don't bargain, Jennifer," I told her.
"But that's fine. Just so you understand that that deal
means that when you do disobey us, I do get to hurt you,
and I will, and it will be your responsibility, because
you will have given me permission by disobeying."
"Mmmmm sweetie," Erica cooed to her cousin as she
continued to rub her pussy against her mouth and
reluctantly licking tongue. "He's gonna hurt you so much.
So good. Mmmm I love you, baby cuz. Ohhhh. He's gonna
find a way to make you say 'no' and then he's gonna hurt
you and hurt you, darling. Ohhhhh. He'll never stop
hurting you but it's okay because you'll learn to like it
like me. Ohhhh baby girl lick my sweet pussy. Mmmmm it's
nice, isn't it? You like it, don't you? You love me,
don't you?"
Jennifer gave a despairing groan into Erica's cunt at
that, but kept eating her. I said, "And when you do say
no, I will torture you, until you learn that 'no' is the
one word that no slut is ever allowed to say to her
owner. Do you think you can learn that, Jennifer?"
She groaned again, but then said "Yes sir, yes ma'am, I
can learn that, I have already learned that, the red
haired slut has learned that it is the one word sluts are
not allowed to say to their owners, yes sir."
Erica sighed and wriggled on her cousin's face. "Who's
the slut here, cuz?"
Jennifer moaned and said "I am the slut, cousin, me, I'm
the slut."
Erica giggled. "I'm a slut too, cuz, so you're a slut for
a slut. You're sub to sluts, you stupid cunt." She saw me
glance at her. "But I wish I was, baby, I love being sub
to sluts, oh, sweetie, I love you so much."
Jennifer moaned in between licks, "Yes, I am a slut to a
slut oh God I'm such a whore. The red haired slut is a
cuntlicking slave for the blonde haired slut."
I walked over and kicked Jennifer lightly in the ass.
"Tell Erica how you feel about her, red haired cunt."
Jennifer slurped at Erica's pussy for a second, then said
"Oh, Erica, I love you so much, I always wanted to be
your whore, I always wanted to suck your pussy for you,
thank you so much for letting me."
I said, "And who is your owner, Jennifer? Who do you
belong to?"
She sobbed. "I belong to you, Damien, and to my cousin
Erica, I am your slut."
"Sluts can't own property," I said, regretfully. "You
belong to me, Jennifer. But you are submissive to Erica.
Anything she tells you, you do, unless it contradicts
with something I've told you."
Jennifer had been slurping away louder and faster at
Erica's pussy during that little speech. Now she said
"Yes sir, I am your slut and I am Erica's sub slave. I am
a slut to a slut. I am the lowest of the low, sir."
"She's adapting to this pretty quick," I said. "Has
someone trained you in sluthood before this, Jennifer?"
"Yes sir," she sobbed, licking Erica in between words,
"when I joined Roberta's Wicca group I was required to
service all the other adepts for my entire 90 day
initiation period."
Erica blushed at that, she'd been through her own Wicca
initiation rituals. "Did they make you do the big black
dog?" she asked her cousin, sounding honestly curious.
"Servicing the Earth Hound is an important part of an
adept's submission to Gaea," Jennifer recited by rote as
she continued to suck and slurp at Erica's pussy. "And
the Earth Steed."
"They made you do a HORSE?" Erica gasped. "They never
made ME do a horse."
"How's that horse sperm taste, red haired cunt?" I asked
her.
"Salty," she sobbed.
"Enough talk for now," I said. "Not another word until
you make Erica cum."
Jennifer and Erica both sighed at once. Jennifer brought
both hands up to Erica's ass, closed her eyes, and
started munching Erica's cunt in earnest. Erica started
to moan throatily. I got up and walked behind Erica;
Jennifer had most of one hand buried in Erica's pussy and
two fingers sliding in and out of Erica's ass. I raised
my eyebrows. An experienced little whore indeed.
Erica cums quickly; after another minute or so, she threw
her head back and gave the distinctive purring moan that
means she's having an orgasm. I let her finish, then
hauled her off her cousin by the hair. "Ow owwww OWW!"
Erica whimpered as I pulled her off. "Jennifer, stand
up," I told the red headed girl.
She quickly got to her feet, running her tongue around
her lips, watching me and Erica warily. "Now, things
haven't been bad so far, have they, slut?"
"No sir," she said, running her tongue over her lower
lip. "No sir, the blonde haired slut has a sweet pussy. I
told you, I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me,
please."
"Erica, go get the big red pipe wrench," I said. She
pouted and looked sullen. I pulled her head around and
looked down at her. "Girl, you better move with a
purpose. Give me one more second of attitude and your
cousin can cuddle me tonight while you're tied to the
picnic table outside, after you spend the afternoon with
your head in the toilet."
There is an old, half rotted, wooden picnic table on the
small lot behind the building our apartment is in; I had,
on one occasion before when I was so angry with Erica I'd
been tempted to just throw her out forever, tied her
naked to the table for the night. It corrected her
attitude problem quite nicely; she NEVER wanted to spend
a night naked and helpless in the open air again.
Now she looked up at me, eyes gleaming, lip trembling.
"Yes, Damien, yes sir, I'm getting the big red pipe
wrench, I'm a good girl, I love you, yes, right now!"
She started to pull away and I yanked her head up. "Kiss
goodbye, slut," I said. "Always kiss goodbye and kiss
hello. You're forgetting the rules already."
So she kissed me deeply, moaning, and I let go of her
hair. She ran out into the kitchen and pulled the tool
drawer out and got the wrench I was talking about, a huge
five pound chunk of rusty metal with red paint chipping
off a 14" long metal handle that I'd found under the sink
when we moved in and used sometimes to punish her.
I looked over at Jennifer. "Did you hear that, red haired
slut? Where's my kiss hello?"
By the time Erica brought the wrench back in, Jennifer
was in my arms with her head tilted back and was kissing
me deeply and eagerly. I had one hand playing with her
tits, the other cupping and squeezing her pussy.
Jennifer, being the kind of manipulative little slut who
knows exactly what's best for her at all times, was
moaning faintly, arms around my neck, kissing me
enthusiastically, and rubbing herself against me wherever
she could. Erica, knowing better than to interrupt, stood
to the side with the pipe wrench, glowering. I took my
tongue out of Jennifer's mouth long enough to tell her to
put it down on the couch, then I held out my arm to her,
and she came over and snuggled in as I continued kissing
her cousin.
Finally, I broke the kiss. "Jennifer, go get your
panties."
She looked puzzled, but took two steps and retrieved them
from the chair. "Now," I said, "you and Erica kiss and
make up. And I'd better like the kiss, girls. From now
on, the kiss goodbye and kiss hello rule applies between
you two, too."
Erica immediately grabbed her cousin by the shoulders,
and Jennifer, to her credit, didn't hesitate, letting
Erica pull her into a clinch and an open mouthed kiss in
which both their tongues were instantly fully engaged
with each other. They began moaning as they slurped at
each other's mouths, Jennifer running her hands over
Erica's body, caressing Erica with the panties in one
hand, Erica immediately digging her fingers into
Jennifer's cunt and ass. I picked up the Polaroid and
took some pictures of the two of them frenching and
fondling each other, their chins all shiny with each
other's spit. It went on for several minutes and clearly
both girls were getting more and more into it.
Finally, I said, "That's enough, sluts." Erica stopped
immediately, eyes glazed, mouth open and panting.
Jennifer moaned a little bit and ran her tongue around
Erica's lips, then turned to face me, also panting. "From
now on, whenever the two of you see each other, you greet
each other with a kiss," I said. "Like that. And I don't
mean just here. And whenever you have to part for a
while, you kiss each other goodbye. Like that. Got it?"
Erica's eyes lit up. Jennifer flushed. "Yes sir," they
both said.
"You two aren't cousins any more," I told them. "You're
sisters. Sister sluts. You belong to me. That means you
love each other, help each other, and please each other.
You only hurt each other when I tell you to, for my
amusement. You're happy to see each other, you get
together all the time, you love to spend time together,
whenever you have a chance you make each other cum. You
hold hands, hug, cuddle, and kiss, in public and private.
Now Erica, tell your sister Jennifer what you think of
her."
Erica turned to Jennifer and kissed her cheek and mouth
sensuously. "I love you, sister," she half sobbed,
licking Jennifer's lips and sucking her lower lip away
from her teeth before letting it snap back.
"Now, Jennifer," I said. Jennifer kissed Erica back,
deeply, tonguing her mouth thoroughly with a moan, arms
around her neck. "I love you, sister," she half sobbed to
Erica. "I want to make you feel so good. Please let me."
Their tongues met again and they were kissing and crying
on each other and it was all very Oprah, in some demented
timeline where Oprah is an S&M domme.
"Now, Jennifer," I said, "since Erica is being punished,
shove your panties in her mouth."
The real Jennifer immediately resurfaced. BAlling her
panties up, she growled with a huge mean grin "Open wide,
you BITCH," and when Erica did, shoved her panties into
Erica's mouth so hard I thought Erica was going to choke
on them. Tears started down Erica's cheeks at her
cousin's words and harsh actions.
"Don't be mean, Jennifer," I said. "You love your sister.
Apologize for sounding so mean and reassure her of your
love."
Jennifer immediately kissed Erica's mouth, which was held
open by the panties, and her cheeks, and her eyelids.
"I'm sorry, baby, I love you," she cooed to her sister-
cousin. "You're not a bitch, you're my sister and my
lover, and I never want to hurt you." Jennifer looked
over at me, bright eyed. "Can I hurt her, Damien, please?
If you order me to I have to, right?"
Erica gave me a pleading look. I sighed. "Jennifer, look
at that look in Erica's eyes." Jennifer did. "We don't
hurt Erica when she is being punished. Being hurt is not
punishment for Erica. Being hurt is a reward for her."
Erica's eyes were wide now. "Erica, this is partially
your fault, you set a terrible example of a submissive
slut for your sister. Go sit at the end of the couch and
put the wrench handle up your ass."
Erica moaned around the panties and tried to say
something. "ALL the way, of course," I said. "Unless
you'd prefer the other end?" I'd once made Erica try to
shove the wrench end of the huge thing up her ass and
while she'd barely gotten the first flange up her, it had
nearly killed her. Now she was shaking her head, tears
flying. Then she practically ran to the end of the couch,
sat down with her legs spread, and started feeding the
rusty metal handle up her ass with a muffled groan.
"You have her trained nicely," Jennifer said, watching as
Erica slid nearly a foot of metal up into her slut ass,
eyes closed, sobbing around the panties in her mouth.
"You're setting a bad example too, red haired slut," I
warned her. She immediately shut up, but unlike Erica,
gave me a brief resentful glare before she lowered her
eyes.
I took Jennifer's hand and gently drew her over to the
couch, sat down at the other end from Erica, and pulled
her down to straddle my lap. We started making out, and I
knew Erica was watching us petulantly, as her cousin
stroked my cock with a deft, knowing hand while kissing
me deeply with a wicked, expert tongue. "I could use a
slut like that myself," Jennifer said in between long
mouth slurping kisses. "Can I borrow her for a weekend
sometime?"
I sighed. "You just don't learn, slut," I said, and took
her by the hair and slapped her face hard, forehand and
backhand. "This is just play now," I told her. "This
doesn't even count as torture. You get me much madder and
I'll go get the pliers out, though. Ever had anyone use
metal pliers on your nipples, your pussy lips, or your
clit? Erica would love to do it to you. She'd do it
enthusiastically. She might even tear your pussy lip
right off, I don't know."
Jennifer sobbed and kept her eyes lowered. "I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, please, don't torture me, I'll do better, I
love Erica, I'll be nice to Erica, I will!"
"Fine," I said, "now I think you should shut up until I
ask you a direct question." Then I went back to enjoying
her mouth and her body, kissing down to suckle her
nipples... they were nice, quarter sized, light pink,
erecting into perky little hills of flesh, tasty and soft
between my teeth... pushing four fingers up her cunt, and
worming another one up her ass.
She groaned and squirmed uncomfortably but didn't say
anything, and for a long moment I thought she was going
to be sensible enough not to protest, as I fingered her
holes deeply while suckling her nipples. Then she said,
in a tone that was way too aggravated sounding for a
proper sub to use, "Could you please, kind of, stay away
from my ass? It's really sensitive and I just don't like
to have it... I mean, I'll suck you and fuck you, but can
we just leave my ass out of it? Please?" She seemed to
realize she'd made a mistake, as she then quickly added,
"Master? Please?"
I told her to get on her knees and suck me off, and
obviously thinking she was on familiar terrain here, she
promptly got down and started licking up and down my
prick languidly. Erica had had tears running down her
face as she fucked herself in the ass with the wrench
handle and watched me make out with her cousin,
deliberately excluding her to punish her... but now she
was staring at me and at Jennifer with a very knowing
look in her eyes.
I smacked the top of Jennifer's head and told her "I told
you to suck me off, slut, now cut that shit out and start
sucking." Jennifer flashed me an almost murderous look,
but obediently opened her mouth and slid it over the tip
of my prick, swallowing up my prickhead and swirling her
tongue on it.
I looked at Erica, looked at the wrench up her ass, then
looked down at Jennifer's ass, and nodded to Erica and
gestured around behind Jennifer. Erica nodded back, and
if her mouth hadn't been stuffed full of panties, I think
she would have smiled a very nasty smile. As it was, she
slipped off the couch and let the wrench handle slide out
of her ass, taking care to be quiet. I had Jennifer by
the hair now and was pumping her head on my cock, up and
down, fairly fast, jerking off with her mouth, and she
was glaring up at me while I did it and making little
protesting sounds that were nearly growls around my cock.
Not at ALL the attitude one wants in a proper sub.
As Erica knelt behind her and brought the wrench handle
around, I wrapped my legs around Jennifer's neck and said
"Now, listen, you little slut... if you think saying 'no'
gets you hurt bad, you don't even want to know what
happens if you bite me. But I'll tell you this much, you
won't walk out of here under your own power if you do. So
DON'T BITE. And keep sucking. And remember, it's all
those nasty looks you just gave me, along with that nasty
tone when you were asking me not to fuck your ass, that
got you into this."
Jennifer's eyes were wide with fright now, as I kept
pumping her head by her hair on my cock and tightened my
legs firmly on her shoulders to hold her in place. I saw
her eyes roll over to the side and realize Erica wasn't
on the end of the couch any more... and then I saw her
eyes change as she felt the metal wrench handle being
inserted into her ass.
"Bite me and you're done," I warned her again. "I'm not
kidding." Jennifer's eyes were practically bugging out of
her head now and she was practically screaming around my
cock... but she was very careful not to even nip me as
Erica shoved that wrench handle home in her ass. "Suck
me," I told her. "Get me off in your mouth and do a good
job if you don't want to make me madder than I am
already. And believe me, you don't."
Jennifer looked up at me again and now there was no
attitude in her blue eyes, there was just agonized
pleading... then she slowly started to swirl her tongue
and pump her mouth on me, as tears began running down her
cheeks and she groaned in pain around my cock.
I looked down past her back and ass and saw Erica sitting
there crosslegged, the wrench handle jammed up Jennifer's
back door to the wrench head. Erica had it in both hands
and was smiling as she turned it around and around,
rotating the wrenchhead in her hands, causing the handle
to turn around and around in her cousin's rectum. I
unwound my legs from Jennifer's shoulders. She sobbed but
continued to suck me diligently. "This is what you get
when you try to set limits," I told her. "This is what
you get when you piss off your sister slut. This is what
you get when you give me nasty looks, or have a bitchy
attitude. Sluts are not allowed to do any of those
things, Jennifer." I grabbed her by the hair and yanked
her head up and off my cock. "Are you a slut, Jennifer?"
"aaaaAAAAAAHHHHH aaaaaaNNNNNHHHH aaahhh," she cried,
gulping and sobbing, "Oh GOD it HUUUURRRRTTTSS please
PLEEASSSSEEE..."
I slapped her face hard. "I can make it hurt a lot more,
Jennifer, if you don't answer my question. Ask your
sister. And unlike her, you don't like it when I hurt
you."
"Yes yes YES YES YES YES YES I'm a slut I'm a slut I'm a
SLUT SLUT SLUT," she groaned in anguish, "Please please
PLEASE fuck me in the ass all you want but PLEASE TAKE
THAT THING OUT OF THERE PLEASSSSSEEEE..."
"Erica, stop turning the handle in your sister's ass for
a minute," I said. Erica looked poutie but she stopped
immediately, while still keeping it firmly jammed up her
cousin's back door.
"Now, Jennifer, whose slut are you?" I asked her.
"Your slut YOUR slut YOUR SLUT, oh, I'm YOUR SLUT,
Damien, please..." she sobbed, looking up at me, crying
hard now. "No more attitude, I won't be bad, I'm sorry I
made my sister mad, I love her, I love YOU, I'll be good,
please please PLEASE..."
"And who owns your ass, Jennifer?" I asked her, gently.
"You do," she sobbed, "YOU do, YOU DO, YOU DO YOU DO YOU
DO -- "
"Shhhhh baby," I said, taking her wet face between my
hands. "It's okay. Are you going to be good from now on?
Do you promise?"
"Yes Damien I'll be good I'm a good girl I'll be good
I'll be nice I'll play nice with Erica I'll do what you
want please please..." She looked up at me. "Please
Damien let me be a good girl for you and a good sister
slut for Erica."
"If you're not good, I have permission to torture you,
right?" I asked her. "Since you promised, if you ever set
limits or try to bargain or give me nasty looks or are
mean to your sister again when I don't tell you to...
that would be the same as saying 'no', right?"
She blinked her eyes several times... then said in an
almost inaudible voice "I don't want to be tortured
Damien please...?"
"Then will you be good?" I asked her again, implacably.
"Yes," she whispered. "I promise I will be good."
I sighed. Then I slapped her face hard. "Then why the
fuck haven't I cum in your mouth yet, bitch?"
She groaned, then practically shoved my cock into her
mouth and started pumping her head on it while she sucked
away at it ferociously, moaning and slobbering and
slurping as she blew me. Her eyes were wide open, rolled
up to look at me like a cow's waiting for the hammer to
come down. She was making muffled "mmmmmfffff mmfffff
mmfffff" sounds as she banged her head up and down in my
lap, her open eyes pleading with me to cum.
"Don't swallow it all," I told her. "Save a nice big
mouthful for your sister." Jennifer groaned in
acknowledgement, then moaned in relief as I started to
breath hard. I put my hands on her neck and groaned as I
felt my orgasm coming up from my tingling balls... then
gasped out loud as I started to shoot off in Jennifer's
avidly pumping mouth.
"Mmmmphhhh," she moaned, clenching her eyes shut as I
spurted my sperm into her mouth.
After a second, I heard her swallow it with an 'ulp',
then another long couple of seconds went by, with her
still pumping her head, as I shot her mouth full again.
Finally she swallowed that with another 'ulp', eyes still
on me, and I groaned as I felt the last jets of that
particular orgasm being pumped out of me by her sucking
mouth. She sighed and let her mouth fill again, this time
letting some white sticky cum spill out over her lower
lip and down her chin.
I pushed her head off my cock. "Erica, come get your
breakfast from your sister. Leave the wrench where it is.
Jennifer, if you move at all you'll probably drive that
handle deeper, so hold still."
Erica immediately pulled the panties out of her mouth and
scrambled around on her hands and knees to me and
Jennifer, put her hands on Jennifer's face, turned her
own open mouth up, and drew Jennifer's mouth down to
hers. Jennifer, trying not to swallow or lose any of my
cum, wincing as she was forced to joggle the handle
inside her a little bending over Erica's face, covered
Erica's open mouth with her own. I could hear slurping
sounds, and Erica swallowing rapidly, as Jennifer fed her
my cum. "Nmmmmm mmmmm ulp ulp ulp," came from Erica's
happy mouth. The kiss between the two became wetter and
more intense; Erica's arms went around Jennifer's waist,
and Jennifer's slid around Erica's neck, and they both
slid down to the floor, mouths fused together, tongues
slurping back and forth.
"Mmmmmmm mmmmmm," Jennifer moaned as she kissed her
cousin. "Rrrmmmhhhhh nmmmmm," Erica murmured back. As
they'd slid to the floor the heavy wrench had changed
positions and started to pull out of Jennifer's ass;
Erica reached behind her cousin as they kissed, grabbed
the handle, and stuffed it back up where it belonged.
Jennifer groaned at that, but didn't stop kissing Erica,
if anything, she ground her mouth down on Erica's harder,
pushing her tongue deeper.
I could hear them murmuring to each other between slurps
now, Jennifer saying "Oh yeah cuz I love you so much yeah
fuck my ASS oh yeah shove it IN me" and Ericae sighing
"Oh baby cuz I love you mmmm I love the way you take it
in your ass mmmm kiss me more and more."
After another five minutes of kissing, Jennifer began
kissing down Erica's body, obviously hungry for another
cunt-snack. But I was bored with girl-girl fun right now,
I wanted to torture Jennifer, which meant I had to make
her say no.
"Jennifer," I said. "Hold still." She froze on her hands
and knees. "Erica, take the wrench out of your sister's
ass." Erica, mouth puffy looking from all the intense
kissing, eyes glazed with lust, rolled out from under her
cousin, crawled behind her, and pulled the heavy metal
wrench handle out of Jennifer's ass. It was stained and
encrusted with Jennifer's and Erica's shit, of course.
"Now, Erica," I said, "bring that around so Jennifer can
clean it up." Erica shot me a knowing look, then brought
the heavy wrench around to in front of Jennifer's face.
Jennifer looked at it and visibly recoiled. "Uh... can I
get a washcloth, or..."
"Show her, Erica," I said. Erica immediately, obediently,
bent down and began licking the wrench handle clean.
Jennifer's eyes bugged out. "Erica, stop. Now Jennifer...
clean it up."
Jennifer looked up at me, tears welling up in her eyes
again, face wrinkled in a look of utter disgust.
"Damien... I can't. Really, I CAN'T do that. God. I'd
puke. Pass out."
I smiled at her. "Thank you, darling. You don't have to.
Erica, tie Jennifer to the table."
Erica looked like she was torn between pouting and
giggling, finally, she laughed. "Okay," she said. "Come
on, slut."
Jennifer looked back and forth from me to Erica. "Oh
god," she said in a small voice. "Oh my god I'm going to
get tortured now? Oh, please..." She started crying in
earnest.
"SLUT," I said, "GET YOUR ASS TO THE COFFEE TABLE AND
ASSUME THE POSITION."
Jennifer slumped onto the floor and curled up in a ball.
"No no no no I was good I'm a good girl I don't wanna be
tortured no no no no..."
Erica and I looked at each other. "Boy," I said, "that's
a lot of 'no's."
Erica smiled. "Some sluts just don't learn," she said,
practically purring.
We picked Jennifer up, me her arms, Erica her legs, and
carried her into the bathroom. She was still sobbing and
going 'no no no no no'. We dropped her and I grabbed her
by the hair and yanked her up. She went 'ooowWWWWW' and
scrabbled up and around to get her knees under her, which
was perfect.
She looked around, disoriented, looking up at me and
Erica. "Hey," she said, "come on, that was disGUS -- "
And I slammed her head into the toilet.
We keep the seat up all the time when Erica is being
punished, because toilet seats are something bad sluts
don't deserve to use. So Jennifer's head went right below
the surface of the water. She went "GLUB!" and
immediately began to thrash. I held her down, and Erica
got up and straddled her shoulders, pressing her shaved
cunt to her cousin's neck, pulling Jennifer's hair away
first so they had skin to skin contact.
I flushed the toilet. As the water swirled out, Jennifer
had a chance to breathe. She promptly started screaming.
They all do that at first, but they learn.
I moved behind her. Her screams abruptly were muffled as
the toilet refilled and came up above her face. Erica
leaned forward slightly, looked up at me. I nodded, and
she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking me hard
again. The water in the toilet stopped running. Jennifer
had stopped screaming. I flushed it again.
This time, as the water swirled out, I heard Jennifer
take a big gasping breath, then hoarsely shriek "I'll do
it I'll lick the shit off the wrench I'll -- " The water
was coming back up then and I heard her gasp in a breath.
My cock was hardening nicely, but I let Erica keep
sucking it. The water stopped running again and I flushed
the toilet. Once again, Jennifer, sounding more tightly
controlled now, said very quickly "I'll do it, I'll do
anything, I will..." I said clearly "Next time I flush,
listen to my instructions." Then the water was back up
over her face. Erica was still sucking away industriously
at my cock, squatting on Jennifer's neck, holding her
cousin's head down in the toilet. Fortunately for
Jennifer, I make Erica scrub it every day.
The water stopped running and I flushed again. I heard
Jennifer take a big breath, breath out, take another.
"I'm going to let your head up slightly," I told her.
"Then Erica and I are going to do what we want with you.
If you piss me or her off, your head goes back down and
stays down for fifteen minutes. Got it?"
The water had swirled up over her face again. I pulled
Erica under her arms a bit, and she took more weight on
her feet and straightened her legs a little. Jennifer
brought her head up, her neck still tightly against
Erica's cunt, but her face out of the water now. "Yes,"
she said, "yes sir, I got it, please, do what you want
with me, I'll be good, I'll do what I'm told, I will,
please..."
"I've heard that before," I said. "Jennifer, I'm running
out of patience with you. If you piss me off one more
time... well, I don't know if you'll live through it. I
might lose my temper."
I could hear her sobbing, echoing in the toilet bowl, as
she doubtless wondered if she would ever get out of this
horrible nightmare. But through her sobs, she said "I'll
be good... I mean it... I will..."
"Let's see," I said. "Erica, let her up and put the seat
down. Jennifer, you may move up, but don't change
positions. Erica is going to sit down and you're going to
put your head down between her legs. Got it?"
They switched positions. Now Erica was squatting on the
toilet and Jennifer was kneeling in front of her, head
pushed down so her lower face was shoved into Erica's
pussy.
"Now, Jennifer, I'm going to fuck you in your slut ass,"
I said. "Is that okay? Do I have your permission?"
"Yes yes yes," Jennifer moaned into Erica's pussy.
"PLEASE fuck me in my slut ass, Damien. Please. It's your
ass. Take it."
"And, Jennifer... while I do that, Erica is going to piss
in your mouth, and you're going to drink it. Can you do
that for her?" I waited, to see what Jennifer would say.
Jennifer gave a choking little half sob... but after a
second or so, finally said, "Yee-e-es..."
I slapped Jennifer's ass cheek hard. "Then reach back and
pull your cheeks apart, slut."
She reached back, grabbed her cheeks, and yanked them
apart for me. I pushed my cockhead, wet from Erica's
mouth, up against Jennifer's pinkish brown pucker and
began shoving it in. Fortunately, she'd been loosened up
by the wrench handle, not to mention being half drowned,
so I slid up into her without any real problem. She
groaned against Erica's cunt.
I started banging away at her tight ass. I'd already cum
twice in the last hour or so, so I wasn't in any hurry to
go off again. Sodomy doesn't have to be about orgasms,
but it's always about domination; when someone takes a
dick up his or her ass, it's the ultimate submission.
Jennifer didn't realize it, but she'd reached a turning
point and it would get better from here. Not because I'd
be nicer to her, but because she was learning to like it,
just like Ellen and Erica had. To need it, even.
Erica sighed and I heard liquid running into the toilet.
"You can't be drinking too much of that, slut," I said,
slapping Jennifer's ass cheek again. She grunted and I
heard her start to slurp at Erica's pussy and swallow
over and over again. The liquid sound became intermittent
and I knew Jennifer was drinking her cousin's piss. "Good
slut," I said, and caressed Jennifer's back, still
slowly, steadily pumping my cock up deeply into her
rectum, then smoothly back out again. "That's a good piss
drinking ass slut." Jennifer sobbed, but kept slurping at
her cousin's bald pussy, drinking down her piss.
Erica stopped pissing after a minute or so, and I could
hear Jennifer crying into her cousin's cunt. I kept
humping her ass for another several minutes. Then I
pulled out, stood up, and pulled Erica's head forward.
She looked up at me gratefully and took me into her
mouth. I held her by the ears and fucked her mouth about
ten strokes and came again. Erica groaned in satisfaction
and gulped it down.
I sighed and pulled out of Erica's mouth. "Jennifer,
kneel up here."
Jennifer turned around, sticky faced, bleary eyed, hair
all mussed, and looked up at me miserably. I rubbed my
softening cockhead on her mouth. "I have to piss, slut,"
I told her quietly.
She closed her eyes... gave one big sob... then opened
them again... looked at me... and opened her mouth.
I patted her face. "That's a good cunt," I said. "But
I'll just piss on you this time, baby. Get in the tub."
She almost gratefully scrambled into the tub and lay on
her back. I pissed all over her, directing the stream up
and down her body. She trembled under it, turning this
way and that, lifting her arms up, pushing her tits up
into it. When I'd finished, I knelt on the edge of the
tub and said "Suck out the last few drops, Jennifer." She
immediately pulled herself up, knelt in front of me, took
my cock in her mouth, and slurped out that last little
four or five drop spurt of piss that's so hard to shake
out sometimes. Her eyes closed but fluttering, she
swallowed it easily.
I had her and Erica both shower down. While they were in
there, I went out, got the wrench, and not being in the
mood for scat play (I pretty much find it disgusting
anyway) I held it in the shower and let it all wash off
onto the two of them, then down the drain. Jennifer
looked at me with real gratitude on her face.
I let them towel each other down, going back out into the
living room to sit on the couch. I turned the TV on
again. After about five minutes of giggles, both girls,
hair still faintly wet but combed, came out, padded
around in front of me, and stood, with their heads down.
"Little Blonde Slut and Little Red Haired Slut reporting,
clean and ready for use, sir," Jennifer said, obviously
having been coached by Erica.
I sighed. "Erica, come here." Erica came up obediently
and without being told, got on her knees in front of me.
I said "Look at me, sweetie," and when she did, I slapped
her face hard.
Her head rocked to the side... then she looked back up at
me, her cheek bright red, a tear running down it. She
smiled and sighed happily. "You're not mad any more?"
I cupped her chin, leaned down and kissed her deeply.
After a minute or so, I said, "How can I be mad? It's
Rape and Torture Erica Weekend." I yanked her hair hard
enough to make her cry out, then twisted her nipple
cruelly. She groaned.
"Oooohhhh yesssss," she moaned happily.
I looked up. Jennifer was watching with interest... and
more than interest, I thought. "Now, red haired slut...
you have a choice. Frankly, I'm tired of putting so much
work into you. So, if you want, you can write out that
statement Erica told you about, and if I like it, you can
get dressed and leave."
Jennifer looked startled... and then a little pout came
to her face. "Um... sir... what is my other choice...
please?"
"Well," I said, "if you want, you can stay, and we'll
take Erica to bed for a few hours while she's still all
pink and unmarked, and we'll play, and you two can show
me how much you love each other, and how much you love
me... and then, we'll bring Erica back out here and
officially start Rape And Torture Erica Weekend."
"Oh," she said in a little tiny voice.
"But," I said, "if you do, no more nonsense.... you
belong to me fully, heart and soul, you do what you're
told, you understand that except when I say otherwise you
are sub to Erica, you never give me or her attitude...
and you understand that part of the fun I will have with
you, from time to time, is torturing you."
I looked at her sternly. "You also understand that I know
no one's submission is perfect, and you, like Erica, will
piss me off from time to time, and when that happens, you
will be punished. A little, or a lot. And if you stay,
you understand that if you piss me off a LOT, you go back
to the toilet. And this time, not nice and gentle like we
were before. This time, it won't be clean the first time
we shove your head in, and I won't flush it."
Jennifer was trembling now. "But... but you'd only do
that if I was REALLY bad, right?"
"Yes," I said. "Otherwise, you just get tied to things
overnight, get beaten... at least, until you start liking
it... get ignored while I play with Erica, get hurt and
humiliated by Erica... that sort of thing."
She bit her lower lip and blinked at me and Erica several
times.
"Wuh... what exactly is involved in Rape And Torture
Erica Weekend?" she said, finally.
I smiled. I looked down at Erica, who was looking up at
me all misty eyed at the thought. I pushed her head down
and she started suckling me, humming a little as she did
it.
"Well, basically," I said, sighing as Erica fellated me
hungrily, running my fingers through her damp hair, "we
tie Erica up so she's totally helpless... and then... we
use our imaginations."
Jennifer looked at Erica for a long time. Then she looked
up at me... and smiled. Nervously, but it was a smile.
"Okay," she said. "Let's take my slut sister to bed.
Um... sir."
Chapter 4: You're as Old as You Feel
Erica looked damned good in a bikini for a just divorced
lady of... "How old are you again?" I asked, not trying
to hide how frankly I was admiring her 36D-30-35 figure
as she walked over and perched all 5'5 inches of her on
the chaise lounge next to me.
She swatted my arm lightly and took a sip from the can of
Pepsi in her hand. "You should know better than to ask a
lady that question," she said in that light alto voice
that always seems to be on the verge of either a giggle
or a sensual moan. She bent forward to put the Pepsi on
the cement next to the chaise lounge, taking her time,
knowing I was looking at her big, sexy, heavy breasts as
she bent over, that I could see the hard points of her
nipples pushing through the light pink fabric of her
bikini top. Her shoulders were sprinkled with brown
freckles and so was her cleavage; if anything, it made
her look sexier. Her honey blond hair hung down over her
face, not quite shoulder length, curling up nicely at the
ends. She shook it back as she sat up again, smiling
impishly at me.
"I didn't ask a lady," I said, teasing her.
"Hey," she said, "be nice to me. Once upon a time I was
very nice to you. I'm 32 on my next birthday if you must
know."
"I invited you over to use my pool despite the fact that
you brought your new husband along when you finally came
down to Georgia to visit me," I reminded her. "That's
pretty nice. And you look awful damn good for an old
divorced and remarried broad of 32. "
"Thank you," she said, leaning back. "And thank you for
inviting us over. Although I should point out to you that
my finally coming down to Georgia to visit you is what my
new husband thinks of as our honeymoon." She smiled
wickedly at me. "Remember, I was just shocked to run into
you at the mall yesterday. Shocked."
Erica and I, as you would guess from this exchange, had
mutual history. A little over ten years before, a round
of what she would have called 'harmless flirting' led to
me brutally raping and beating her, after which she
became my devoted slave, supposedly for life... although
eventually I'd gotten bored with the relationship and
released her, after about three years. Without my firm
guiding hand, Erica had gained a lot of weight while she
moved on to another guy whom she had eventually married,
stayed married to for about six years, then divorced. She
and I had gotten into email contact but we'd been living
far apart.
We regularly exchanged fairly steamy emails and Erica had
sent me a very nice series of lingerie and nude shots of
her to show that she'd lost all the weight I remembered
her gaining right before her marriage. We'd talked about
at least visiting, but before we could, she'd met someone
new (Erica needs a guy in her life, she just can't stand
being by herself) and, after a few months, they'd gotten
engaged.
I'd been pretty pissed about it... Erica belongs to me,
and I have the piece of paper, written by her and signed
in blood, to prove it. I'd let her go once, but I'd never
found another slut slave anywhere near as hot or as
responsive as she was, and I'd been expecting that, now
that she was divorced, she'd get her ass down here and
back to where she belonged eventually.
Having her take up with some new guy far away had really
enraged me, so I had sent her a nastygram and then broken
off contact. She had kept sending me emails begging for
forgiveness until I finally broke down and told her if
she really wanted it, she had to come to Atlanta and
prove it. She promptly wrote me back saying she was
getting married to this idiot, but she was sure she could
convince him to honeymoon in Atlanta, and she would do
whatever she had to to prove that she needed my
forgiveness and love.
So, here they were.
She and this latest idiot of hers, John, had had the bad
luck to make reservations in the one hotel in all of
Atlanta that had their pool closed down for repairs in
this, the hottest week of August.
I looked over toward the archway leading into my
apartment building. "Is whatshisname coming out?"
"You know perfectly well his name is John," Erica replied
pertly, "and he will be out as soon as he finishes taking
a shower."
I reached over and took her hand. "Does he take long
showers?"
She sighed and squeezed my hand briefly, then pulled hers
away. "Behave yourself," she said, a note of pleading in
her voice. "I'm trying to be respectable these days."
I asked. "Does he know about our history?"
"No," she said quickly, "and please don't tell him. He's
very possessive."
I frowned at her. "I seem to recollect that when little
Ericas ask for favors, they are supposed to be in a
certain posture."
"Oh, God," she whimpered. "Damian, he could come out here
any time..."
I dropped her hand. "Fine," I said. "I see that 'I'll do
whatever I have to to make it up to you' means 'I'll do
whatever is convenient or I'm in the mood to do'." I
started to get up. "Tell John I hope you guys enjoy using
the pool."
She scrambled off the chaise lounge so quickly she nearly
sent it toppling over, falling on her hands and knees on
the concrete next to mine, then pushing herself up on her
knees and clenching her hands together tightly, looking
up at me, her eyes imploring. "Please, Damian, I'm sorry,
I'm so sorry, I've been a total bitch to you, I should
have gotten your permission before I married him, but I
was so lonely, please, please..."
I looked her over dispassionately. "I don't care who
you're married to, Erica," I said, finally. "What pisses
me off is that you seem to have forgotten who owns your
ass."
She blinked and a tear ran down her cheek. "I'm sorry,"
she said. "I haven't, you own it, but you didn't want it
before, you let me go, and I did ask your permission to
get married the first time to Paul, and you said fine,
and I... I was mad about that and... it's been so long
and... but I'm sorry, and you still own me, Damian, and I
will always be your property, please, please, don't be
mad at me. I'll divorce him if you want me to! I will!
Right now! I'll tell him to leave and I won't ever go
away, I'll be yours forever, you can do whatever you want
with me, just tell me what you want me to do!"
I sighed. "I kind of like you being married to someone
else, actually. But you should have asked me for
permission. And you do need to demonstrate to me that I'm
still the most important person in your life."
She was quiet and still for a second, then said "Well, if
you want me to stay married to him, I have to be careful
in front of him. Is that all right?"
"Get up and sit on your chaise lounge," I said quietly.
"But watch your attitude towards me."
"Yes sir," she said, contritely, obeying me, turning to
face me. Then she smiled and asked "Is John in sight
yet?"
"I'll tell you when," I said.
"Please keep your eyes open, Damian," she said, as she
leaned in closer and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue
tip flicked tantalizingly around my lips, then darted
into my mouth for a brief flickering instant. In addition
to the best cocksucker I've ever had, Erica is without a
doubt the best kisser. I wanted to put my hand on her
neck and prolong the kiss... say, for half an hour or
so... but I knew if we both got started we WOULD get
caught. She leaned back. "This is going to drive me
crazy," she moaned. "God, Damian, just let me divorce
him. I want to be your whore right now and I don't want
to have to care who's watching."
"Shut up," I said. "You married him, you're stuck with
him... for a while. Now show me your nipples."
She blushed. "Well, I... I suppose I have to," she said,
but her voice was bright and mischievous. "I mean, they
belong to you..." She hooked her hands in her bikini cups
and pulled them down, letting me see her heavy, pendulous
breasts fully, including her light pink, very hard,
nickel sized nipples, for the first time in over ten
years.
I reached out and lightly touched one, then the other,
with the tip of my finger. "You get that way for me or
for him, you worthless married cunt?"
Her eyes closed and fluttered as she gave a soft sighing
little moan. "I pinched them hard so you could see them
through my top before I came out," she answered in a low,
throaty tone.
"I want to cum in your mouth," I said quietly.
She pulled her bikini top back up and adjusted it. "Yes,
Damian, I want you to," she said, "but as I recall it
takes you forever to cum from a suckjob and he'll be out
here any minute."
I smiled. "But you'll find a way," I said.
Erica's tongue tip came out and traced her lips. "Yes,"
she whimpered. "Yes, sir, I'll find a way."
"Soon," I said.
"Yes," she murmured breathily, pulling her bikini bottom
to the side so I could see her shaved cunt, and rubbing
her finger in between her lips with a sigh, "yes, Damian,
very soon. God! Just let me dump him! I could get on my
knees right now, and..."
"No," I said, "but that reminds me, just because you're
married to him doesn't mean he gets to fuck you. Have you
gone down on him?"
"Damian!" she gasped. "He is my husband! Of course I've
given him head!"
"Did you swallow his cum?" I demanded.
She lowered her head. "Well... yes," she said in a
contrite little girl's voice. "I have to, Damian! I have
to swallow! I'm a good girl!"
"Well, from now on, no head for him," I said, grimly.
"You want to suck a cock, you suck mine. You can give him
handjobs, but you CAN'T eat his cum afterward."
She whimpered, but then said "Yes, sir," in a dejected
tone.
"Has he had your ass?" I asked her.
She sighed. "A... a couple of times," she admitted,
blushing.
"Well, he can't have it any more," I told her. "Who does
your ass belong to?"
"You," she said, eyelids lowered, looking at me through
her eyelashes. "I'll... I'll save it for you, Damian."
"Damn right. And he only gets pussy once a week," I said.
"And nobody better get you pregnant but me, cunt."
She groaned. "Damian, I'll do what you want, but Jesus,
we're on our honeymoon! Just let me dump him! I can't
just not fuck him on our honeymoon...!"
"Get sick," I said. "Get headaches. Get him drunk. Find
another slut to keep him happy. I don't care. LOOK AT ME,
ERICA." She looked up into my eyes, guiltily. "Can you
lie to me and get away with it?"
She flushed guiltily, doubtless remembering times in our
past when she'd tried, and looked away from my eyes, then
licked her lips. "No... no sir," she said. "I can't ever
lie to you and get away with it. I know that, sir."
"Well, I'm going to ask you about this, and if you suck
him off, if you let him have your ass, if you fuck him
more than once a week... then you'd better get used to
fucking him and only him for the rest of your life. Not
only won't you get me, you won't get anyone else,
either... no other men, no other women, not even other
dogs." I paused. "And I won't ever lay a hand on you
again."
She quivered. "I'm sorry, Damian, please don't be mad, I
won't, I won't let him fuck me more than once a week,
I'll give him handjobs..." She looked up, lip trembling.
"How long do I have to stay married to him, Damian?"
"I don't know," I said. "Until I think you're punished
enough. Now straighten up and behave like we're just old
friends and you're in love with your husband. And tell me
how you're going to arrange to suck my cock soon."
She sat back on the chaise lounge. "Um... after he comes
out I'll have to go back in to get something and you can
come in with me because he'll have locked up and brought
you your keys. Okay? Then I can suck you off."
I said, "And how soon can we have a real fuck session?"
She wrinkled her nose thoughtfully. "Well, we're going
out to that steakhouse around the corner from here for
dinner tonight. He'll most likely drink a lot. After he's
back in the hotel room passed out I can come back over
here."
I smiled. "You're gonna go home with my sperm in every
hole you have," I said.
"Well," she said, eyes brightening, "you do own me.
Mmmmm... I wish I could get on my knees right here and
pull your swim suit down and..."
I smiled and waved over her shoulder. "Hey, John!" I
yelled.
Half an hour later, a bunch of the Sunday regulars
started up a volleyball game in the pool. I was asked to
play but begged off; the last time I played in one of
those games I was limping around for two weeks afterward.
I'm not a kid anymore, I just act like one. John,
however, was one of those work out addicts who was in
great shape, and there were several decent looking young
women playing, and he was easily talked into joining in.
He tried to get Erica to play, but she said it looked too
much like work for her vacation. Fifteen minutes later,
they were all totally engrossed in the splashing action.
Erica smiled over at me, then got up and went over and
got her new hubby's attention.
"I told him I had to go the bathroom," she said as she
came back over. "Come on. I think you want to lock your
apartment up when I'm done, right?"
"Yeah," I said. "I should lock the place up."
She and I waved to John as we walked off, me holding up
my keys and jingling them. He just nodded and went back
to the game.
"Okay, he's an idiot," I said, slipping my arm around
Erica's shoulders as soon as we were into the building
out of sight of the pool. She put her arm around my waist
and leaned her head on my shoulder as we walked. Her
other hand reached over, rubbed my ample, hairy stomach,
then slipped down into the front of my trunks and grasped
my cock in a knowing, familiar grip. Erica likes to
pretend to be shy, but she really isn't at all.
"He's trusting," she agreed, as my cock hardened in her
soft, talented fingers and she began to pump it in my
shorts while we walked. "You know, if you wanted to beat
me up for getting married again without your permission,
and for not being accessible to you for so long, I could
understand that." Her breath had gotten a little gaspy as
she said that; Erica loves being hurt more than she loves
feeling like she's being raped, and she loves being raped
a LOT.
"How long has it been," I said, as she idly jerked me off
while we walked, "since anyone beat you up like you
deserve?"
She kind of moaned and rolled her head on my shoulder as
we stopped in front of my door. "Not since you," she
said. "I've been so vanilla for so long..."
I smiled. "I think you're about to fall down the stairs,"
I said. "Or bang into my doorway really hard, anyway."
In my apartment with the door closed, I pulled her to me
for a long wet open mouthed tongue thrusting kiss,
interrupted only by moans and gasps as our mouths came
apart intermittently while we yanked each other's
swimsuits off. I don't know whether I then pushed her to
her knees or she just dropped there as soon as we were
both naked, all I know is, she was on her knees in front
of me on the patch of carpet right in front of my
apartment's front door, my cock swallowed up in her avid,
talented mouth, blowing me like my dick was her last
meal, blond head bobbing, tongue swirling, lips flexing,
moaning greedily as she sucked and slurped.
Erica is one of those rare girls who honestly and
wholeheartedly just loves to have a cock in her mouth,
loves to give head, and especially loves to swallow cum.
Most girls who swallow that I've known do it to make
their guys happy. Erica loves to make guys feel good but
she also simply loves the sex.
My hands were all over her; on her soft, smooth, freckled
shoulders, rubbing, on her neck, kneading, running
through her soft silky hair. I even leaned down slightly
to grab and squeeze her soft sexy tits in both hands,
making her lean forward with a groan to keep my cock in
her mouth as she sucked away diligently at it.
After maybe a minute or so of this, she pulled her mouth
off my cock and looked up at me, her eyes frantic. "I
really want to eat your cum Damian but this is going to
take too long," she said. "What's the fastest way for you
to get off in me right now?"
"Is your first choice really to get me off in your
mouth?" I asked her, framing her sweet, sexy, flushed
face in both hands as she looked up at me.
"God yes, but..." she gasped. I laid a finger over her
lips.
"Okay," I said. "This won't take long. Just open wide and
let me do the work."
I sank the fingers of both hands into her hair, getting a
good double handful of her thick blond mane. She
obediently made an O with her mouth, her pink tongue
lashing around the circle of her lips once. I yanked her
head forward almost viciously and slammed her open mouth
down over my cock, thrusting my length forward into her
mouth and throat. "Gmmmpphhhh!" she gurgled as I rammed
my dick home in her oral orifice.
I then proceeded to fuck her face like I was a wild
animal, driving my hard on in and out of her tight,
ovalled lips at a hard, brutal, raping pace, sodomizing
her mouth, pumping with my hips, yanking her head back
and forth in time with my strokes. "You cocksucking
cumeating married WHORE," I gasped, as I fucked her
slurping slut mouth harder and harder. "Dicklicking sperm
slurping BITCH..." I gasped as I hammered my cock in and
out of her groaning, sucking mouth.
Within 30 seconds I could feel the tingling of an
imminent orgasm in my dick and my balls; at just under a
minute, I groaned and emptied my balls into Erica's
gulping, gobbling gullet in a shuddering, spurting stream
of salty, sticky sperm. "EAT my fucking CUM you
cocksucking newlywed SLUT" I gasped as I drove my
spurting dick into her mouth again and again. She gasped
and gulped, swallowed and slurped, lips flexing, throat
pulsing as she drained my cum eagerly, her eyes never
leaving mine, the 'ulp ulp ulp ulp' sound of her chugging
my semen down nearly as thrilling as the orgasm itself.
Finally, I let go of her hair, stepping back to pull my
rapidly softening cock out of her mouth.
"Nannh," she whimpered like a puppy, leaning forward with
tongue extended from her open mouth to lick at my
cockhead a few more times. "Mmmmm," she sighed
contentedly as she took my cockhead back between her lips
and suckled it some more.
"Fine," I said. I put my hands on her head and held her
there. "You want it? You got it." I sighed and started to
piss in her mouth.
Erica has swallowed my piss before, so she was probably
expecting it; whatever the case, she closed her eyes and
began gulping it down like a pro.
After I finished, my cock continued to shrink, and
finally, after a few more seconds, she let it out of her
mouth reluctantly.
She got shakily to her feet, pulling herself up my body
with her hands, leaning on me finally, cheek against my
chest, gasping. "God," she said. "You like totally raped
my mouth, Damian. And fucking PISSED in it."
I slipped my arms around her waist, squeezed her naked,
sweaty asscheeks, slipped my middle finger up her wet
pussy from behind, as I leaned down and nibbled her neck.
"Did you hate it?" I murmured in her ear, slipping my
tongue in and out, stirring my finger in her hot, soaking
cunt.
Her hand went down and grasped my sticky cock
possessively, squeezing it, as her pussy clamped down on
my finger and she gave a long sibilant sigh. "It was
awful," she sighed quietly. "Horrible. Terrible." She
paused. "Seriously, I swear to God, you are the only
person on Earth I would ever let piss in my mouth. Of
course, it's not like I've ever 'let' you do anything..."
She sighed. "I suppose you're going to rape me again
later tonight, aren't you, and in my pussy and my ass,
too?"
I sighed. "If you don't get this sexy ass back in your
bikini and out to the pool," I said, "I might do it now."
"Mmmm," she said. "Yes, darling. Rape it hard, right now,
please. Then I'll go back out and tell him I'm dumping
him. Please let me?"
I sighed. "Stop asking me that," I ordered. "I'm going to
enjoy making you cheat on him for a while, you whore."
"Yes sir," she said remorsefully. "Want to smack me a few
times before I go back out? Please? Pretty please?"
I yanked her head up by her hair and brutally slapped her
face. She groaned, and I pushed her away slightly, then
slammed a hard punch deep into her soft tummy. She gasped
explosively and went to her knees. I yanked her head up
by the hair again and saw tears starting to stream down
her cheeks. "One more?" I asked her, feeling my groin
stir again.
"Puh please," she gasped. "In the arm where it will show
if I wear something sleeveless tonight." So I punched her
hard in her shapely upper arm and she groaned, biting her
lip as tears slid down her face.
Then I bent down and gently helped her up, kissing her
tears away. "Thanks," I said, "I enjoyed that."
"Oh God," she groaned in my arms. "Me too, but now I'm
gonna be sore all day... you're so MEAN to your little
Erica..." She lifted her head up and kissed me, tonguing
my mouth deeply. "God, I've missed you."
As she kissed me, she rubbed her soft, trim stomach
against mine, and moaned. "You're all hard again,
darling," she murmured. "You'd better cum in me again
quick before we go back out, or he might suspect..."
"Slut," I said, smiling lovingly, and punched her in the
stomach again. She moaned and doubled over, and I turned
her around and slammed her forward, ramming her beaten,
bruised stomach onto the back of my couch. She sobbed but
her hands went back to pull her asscheeks apart for me
and I jammed my cock up into her soaking wet cunt from
behind.
I was so turned on that it took less than ten in-out
pumping strokes for me to shoot a second load up into her
hot, grasping pussy. "Ohhhhhh," Erica gasped, "you came
in me, you CAME in me, oh GOD thank you Damian..."
I pulled out of her and she turned around, went to one
knee, and slurped my cock back into her mouth again,
diligently cleaning my sperm and her cunt juice off it
with her lips and tongue.
She then reluctantly packed her amazing body back into
the swimsuit, gave me one more long lingering wet kiss,
and went back out to the pool. I gave her a couple of
minutes lead and then followed her, locking up the
apartment.
John apparently hadn't even noticed we were gone; the
volleyball game was very hotly contested and he was
apparently reveling in being the star player. Erica and I
moved our chaise lounges close together so we could talk
and at one point I said "I think you could have sucked me
off right here and he wouldn't have noticed." She
giggled, moving to keep the towel draped over her tummy
so the bruises forming there wouldn't show. "That would
be fun," she sighed.
When the game finally broke up, John came over and sat
with us. He didn't seem terribly physically affectionate
with Erica, which struck me as an utter waste, since
Erica is a cuddle puppy who would happily spend all day
with a lover's hand up her cunt and tongue in her mouth
if public lewdness laws allowed it. After talking for a
few minutes, I was surprised to find myself invited along
to the steakhouse with them. Erica winked at me so of
course I said yes. After another ten minutes, they
excused themselves to go back to the hotel and change.
I'd barely gotten back to my apartment when the phone
rang. It was Erica. We'd arranged to meet at 7 at their
hotel room and then go over to the restaurant, but she
pleaded with me to come up at 6:15 instead. "He'll be in
the shower again and you can use me while he's getting
all spic and span," she said. "Please, Damian. I need it
so bad. Oh, by the way, my arm and stomach really hurt
and look like hell. I told him I bashed the arm on your
door; I haven't let him see my tummy yet."
So at 6:15 sharp I was outside her hotel room door, which
she'd left open a crack so I could listen before going
in. I could hear a shower running in the background, and
Erica's voice humming and intermittently singing just
inside the door, so I pushed it open with a smile. She
was sitting there in a drop dead gorgeous green spaghetti
strap silk cocktail dress that came down just below mid
thigh. The bruise on her arm was coming up nicely rainbow
colored.
She smiled widely at me, got up, kissed me lightly,
closed the door, and pulled me by the hand over into a
corner of the room where a closet door stood open. She
backed me into the open closet and turned around, bending
forward, bracing herself on one of the round, padded
hotel chairs she'd dragged over. "Pick a hole and start
fucking," she murmured. "He won't come out until we hear
the electric razor start and then stop, but if he does,
I'll just straighten up and you can back into the
closet."
I had to admire her. "Move down here," I told her
lustfully.
"Well, I will, but can it wait until after you let me
dump him? I don't want him living around here afterward,"
she said reasonably, reaching down to the hem of her
dress and pulling it up over her naked asscheeks. "Come
on, Damian, I want to feel your cum running down my legs
while I eat tonight, and everybody is looking at my arm
and wondering if my husband beats me, the cad." She
giggled.
I unzipped, put my hands on her hips, and slipped my cock
up her soaking wet cunt from behind. She moaned as I did.
"I thought you'd play the back nine," she said. "I guess
you never know."
I started moving in and out of her wet, grasping cunt
easily. "I'm just getting wet, sweetie," I told her.
Erica knows I'd rather fuck an ass or a mouth than a cunt
any day. After a few more strokes, I pulled my slick cock
out of her pussy and pressed the head up against her
anus. She sighed and I could see her relax her hole; like
I said, Erica is very experienced. I slid up her ass as
easily as I had up her cunt, although her ass was tighter
and hotter on my prick. "Ohhhhh YESsss," I heard her
groan as I shoved home in her backdoor. "Oh GOD yes
BUTTFUCK me, Damian."
"Uppity bitch," I chuckled, and smacked the back of her
head, and then proceeded to do as she asked.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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