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From: frenzl123@aol.com (Frenzl123)
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Subject: Dream #1 by Amy Brown-Roteshaus (b/d, s/m, anal)
Date: 14 Aug 1997 02:12:21 GMT
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Amy Brown-Roteshaus's
My Dream #1
I notice that there is something strange about you the minute I
pick you up from the airport. You're rough with me, almost merciless.
You attitude with me is sadistic and harsh. By the time we get to my
apartment, I'm almost afraid of you--but my pussy is getting wet, and I
can't wait to arrive at my place.
I park hurriedly and we both get out of the car. I open the glass
door at the front of the apartment building and motion politely for you to
go ahead of me.
"No, you go first," you assert.
I walk in the door and try to walk quickly up the stairs. You're
like an animal prowling behind me--just a step too close; I can feel your
hot breath on my neck. I didn't wear panties to please you, and I can
feel a hot wetness on the top of my thigh. I'm dripping for you, we can't
seem to get up the stairs fast enough.
Finally I get to my apartment and, fumbling, get out my key and
open the door. I walk through the walkway at the front of my apartment,
you still stalking me, still too close. The minute we get into the living
room you've got me by the hair; you spin my face around to yours and
rudely stick your tongue in my mouth. I moan quietly, in supposed
protest, but mostly in excitement.
Your hand reaches around my short blue dress and feels for my ass.
You hand starts high up on my thigh and I hear you sigh with approval
when you notice I've only got stockings on, no panties to block your way.
Groping as much of my ass as you can, your hand outspread, you finally get
a finger to my asshole and begin exploring. I moan again.
"I'm here now, you fucking whore," you growl, probing my ass with
more vigor, "Live up to everything you told me you'd do."
You push me down to my knees; I kneel there looking up at you.
"What are you waiting for, slut?"
I don't reply; you slap me across the face.
"I'll ask again. What are you waiting for?"
I move back, avoiding another blow. "I don't--"
Disgustedly, you undo your pants. "I don't have to ask a cunt
please to suck my cock. You should be doing it automatically, you
fucking--"
You slap me across the face again. I lose my balance, tilting
over to the side.
"Bitch!" You grab me by the hair to straighten me up and slap me
again. This time I reel backwards but don't fall.
Your cock is out now, just slightly hard. You motion to it; when
I don't respond quickly enough, you just take my face and shove it in your
crotch.
"Suck it, you cunt."
My mouth is open, my eyes are closed. I'm groping for your cock
with my mouth, running my tongue first over a thigh and then down to your
balls. Finally I find the head of your cock and slowly lick the perimeter
of it.
"I said suck, don't just kiss it, I want to be sucked." This time
you grab my hair with both hands and pull in either direction. This time
I don't moan--I scream. But I'm still sucking your cock more vigorously
than before.
"Yes, whore, that's much better."
I continue working on your cock, letting it slide in and out of my
mouth in a rhythm sure to please you. I run my full lips over your cock,
taking it all in, letting just a little touch the back of my throat. I
know you'll love to hear your little bitch gag.
When I do, you make some approving noises. I give you a sly
smile.
"What are you doing bitch? I didn't ask you to look at me." This
time you punch me in the face--not too hard, but just enough to sting.
Tears come to my eyes. I know better than to complain, through, and just
go back to work on your cock.
And you have to admit that you've got a completely eager little
whore. I'm in ecstasy. My mouth is wide open, like the little whore I
am. I put your cock in my mouth and jerk it with my hand; as you fuck my
face, I bring a hand down to caress your balls. After a few moments of
that, I take your cock in my hand and run it over my face, run it down the
cleavage left from my low-cut dress so it can touch the hard nipples on my
tits, anywhere I can. The precum from the head of your cock oozes a
little over my lips. You decide to spare me punishment for taking your
cock out of my mouth.
"Why is your dress still on?" you ask accusingly.
Instantly I flip it up over my head and throw it on the floor.
You give me a disapproving look. "Pick that up, whore."
As I come nearer to you to pick up my dress, your hand shoots out
and you grab me by my hair again. You flip me on my back on the floor.
"I'm not done fucking your mouth yet." You bring your cock up to
my mouth, jerking it off over my face.
"Open up," you growl. As I do, you straddle my face and begin
pumping your cock in and out. This time you're choking me on purpose,
trying to make your big cock go in as far as my little mouth will let it.
Now my choking isn't just little gasps--it's more severe coughs.
As you go as deep as you can into me, you're watching my eyes down
by your cock. They're wide and glassy--I'm almost out of it, I'm so into
the sight of you--your long, hard cock fucking my face while your big
balls slap my chin. You're leaking quite a lot of precum into my mouth,
so I have your salty, hot taste dripping into me. Your eyes are half
closed, your head is back--my Master, using my body for his pleasure;
after all, that's why my body exists.
You hear me moan anew and see I've lowered a hand down to my pussy
to play with myself.
"Bad girl!" You snatch my hand away. "Did I tell you that you
could play with yourself?"
I look down, ashamed. You wipe my spit and your precum from off
your cock onto my cheek and shake your dick on my face. "Look up at me.
You were being a very bad girl."
"I'm sorry."
You bring a hand up as if to slap me, then lower it at the last
moment. "Did that scare you?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now because you've been so bad, you fucking whore, I'm
going to have to hurt you. I'm only doing this because you've brought it
on yourself, slut. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I understand." I pause before thinking quickly and saying,
"Master."
You grab a hunk of my hair and pull sharply. "You shouldn't
hesitate before saying Master, slut."
This time I don't reply, just lay my head back and close my eyes.
You thrust a hand into my pussy and spread me; sticky wetness soaks the
whole inside of my pussy, almost dripping out onto the floor.
"You're really wet, you slut." You get down and put your face
near my pussy.
I moan and buck my hips.
"Whore, what are you getting so excited for?" You look at me
accusingly.
"I'm sorry. . . I thought--"
"You thought I was going to eat your pussy?"
"Yes," I admit, ashamed.
You pull one hand back while you spread my pussy with the other.
You give my pussy a hard slap and then rub my clitoris a few times. "I'm
not going to eat your pussy, whore," you snarl. "I wouldn't do that with
a whore."
Then you move your hands up to my breasts. I still have my bra
and stockings on. You leave the stockings on but quickly unhook the bra.
My tits spring out--fairly large and firm, large dark nipples, completely
erect. You take each of my nipples between thumb and forefinger and rub
them hard. I moan quietly.
Using my nipples to maneuver them, you move my breasts up and
down, pulling as hard as you can. I arch my back and make some more quiet
noises.
On the table in my living room I've put out all the toys we may
need, and among them is a pair of nipple clamps. You pick them up.
"Perhaps these will shut you the fuck up." But I still squirm and
whimper when they're clamped onto my breasts. You pull on the clamps
until it stops amusing you, and then you tell me to get on all fours.
I get on my hands and knees, my back straight. You look at me in
disgust.
"Don't you remember the little stories we used to tell each other?
I want your fucking nipples on the ground, you stupid cunt!"
Quickly I obey.
You look over the table. You want just the right torture device
for this bad girl's ass. Finally you select one.
It's the riding crop, short and black with a braided handle. On
the end are two pieces of thin leather sewn together, to give the whip
more impact on my ass. You spank my ass very lightly.
My body shakes; I know what's coming. You notice more juice ooze
out of my cunt. You insert the two small leather strips into my wet hole.
I arch my back.
"Put your fucking tits down on the ground."
Although I do as you say, you've had enough. You reach blindly
behind you to the table and pull out a cat o' nine tails. The ends of the
tails are studded with metal. You know this can draw blood; you look at
my relatively injury-free ass and smile in anticipation.
You bring the cat o' nine tails down hard, feeling your cock surge
as you leave long multi-tailed marks on both of my ass cheeks. You don't
need to tell me to get my tits down to the floor; I don't have the
strength to keep my back straight. My moans go from those of sexual
pleasure to the sounds of an animal in heat. As you bring the cat o' nine
tails down over my back and ass, you reinsert the head of the riding crop
into my cunt. You can feel the strength my cunt grips it with--you know
I'm going to cum. This only results in me letting you hit my ass harder
with your weapon--and so you bring it down with all your strength--feeling
my cunt contract harder, you know I'm cumming.
My noises die down after a few minutes. Your cock's still rock
hard. You begin slapping it on my ass, running it over all the lovely red
marks you've given me. I whimper; you know any contact with that damaged
skin must be torturous, but you do it anyway, admiring your work.
Suddenly you're overcome with a tremendous desire to fuck my ass,
see if I was lying about being a virgin there.
You put the head of your cock to my ass.
I squeal a little bit, then caution, "Stephen, remember, I've
never--"
"What did you call me, whore?"
"Master--I meant--"
With this, you grab my hips and force my ass back to you. You
feel my tiny asshole spread and suddenly give, and you're raping my ass,
raping my virginity, making me your whore by right.
"Yes," you whisper. I'm still trying to protest, still trying to
get away. But my ass surrounds your cock tightly and all sides, tight as
only a virgin hole can be. It's heaven to fuck it--especially while
looking at the wounds you've given me. Some of them are on the verge of
bleeding. Looking at them just makes you fuck harder.
I prove I am just a slut; I forget my objections to you fucking me
there and start enjoying it. My breath comes fast and hard.
"Master, thank you. Fuck me, Master. Thank you, Master."
I keep repeating those phrases, half out of my mind in ecstasy.
You're fucking even harder now, knowing you're going to cum soon,
wanting to make it last as long as possible.
But you can't hold out; you're fucking a hole like that of a
sixteen-year-old virgin's. The little slut is bucking and crying out
against your big cock. It's just too good to go on for much longer.
You feel your cock swelling--you know you're going to shoot your
cum.
Then you feel more contractions of my cunt. The movements of my
cumming push you over the edge. You know suddenly that since you didn't
get to fuck my cunt this time, you'd like to see it covered in your cum.
"Lay back and spread your legs. I want to cum on your cunt."
I do so; my cunt is spread. You can see the pink inside of it,
sticky with whitish juices and cum. My cunt is covered with curly black
hair. You remind yourself to shave it--you'd like to see that pussy look
more like the virgin you felt like you were fucking tonight. Fucking
slut.
At that moment your cum spurts out of your cock in five long
releases. You can't help but grunt as you watch it shoot all over my
spread cunt. Strings of cum cover my pussy, sliding down into the open,
wet hole.
The sight is satisfying to you. You're so satiated that you need
to rest before the next session begins. . .