Cute Girls

Light My Fire Ch. 02

“Rose Anne has surrendered to Clyde”s reprogramming of her erotic personality. Her first lesson had been a success, so much so that she was hungry for more.., and already on her way to becoming a helpless love slave without a will of her own.”

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I could hardly wait. Clyde would be back this evening. Would he fuck me? God, he just had to fuck me.

The day seemed to drag on and on endlessly. Finally the sun dropped in the west and I began to get ready to greet this promising new man in my life. First on my list was Clyde”s meal. Something tasty but not too heavy that might interfere with his performance…, as if anything could.

I shuttered a little when I reflected on last evening…, how he made me stand by his chair offering my body as his playground while he ate his meal. Would he insist that I repeat that ordeal tonight? Last night I was resistive and apprehensive, angry at being treated as a side dish of female flesh. He had humiliated me…, intentionally…, cruelly. I hated the very idea of being treated that way…, but damn it all, before he was done I was so aroused, so horny. I had to admit the proof of his technique. His finger, the one from my pussy that he made me lick clean, had been sopping with my wet. I did hate it…, I did…, sort of. Hell, in principle, even now I still hate it…, yet…….

“Haven”t you been the good little Italian girl from the Catholic school long enough, Rose Anne,” I said to myself. “Have you ever felt sexier, more female, than when that delicious hunk of a man made you pose nude beside him while he felt your tits and put his fingers in your cunt?”

Of course not, I had to admit. Damn him, he was right! Submission is erotic. For the first time in my life, a man had given me a real orgasm, and not just a single one either, but one after another in what had seemed an endless string. So what”s a little humiliation compared to that?

But, can he get me off like that on the end of his cock? I can only hope so. Maybe tonight we”ll see. Tonight will he lay me on my back and fuck the daylights out of me…, fuck me until I cum over and over, and beg him not to stop? If so, I guess he will have proved his point, and hell, for that I”ll guess I”ll play the slutty little love slave he says he is training me to be.

With his meal warming in the oven, I was soon in my bubble bath with my razor, and after that came the baby powder, fresh paint on my nails and eyelids, and lots of lipstick. In my imagination I could see Clyde”s oversized cock smeared with my red gloss, and despite my new found sexy persona, it was a picture so out of character for me that I couldn”t help but blush a little.

By six thirty I smelled of my best perfume. I was stripped and randy, ready and eager to be fucked. My imagination ran wild I was so ready. What would Clyde do to me tonight? Certainly he will make me stand naked and obedient while he plays with my tits and my cunt. He will want me to suck his cock again too, but what else? Will he tie me to my bed again? Would he whip me with that switch he insists that I keep ready? He said last night he would. That will hurt. Being whipped isn”t my idea of fun, but it will be worth it if later on he will fuck me to that “big O” I have waited so long for.

Surely he will fuck me tonight…, God…, he just has to. How will he take my pussy? On my back with my legs wrapped around his waist perhaps; or will he make me crawl on my hands and knees and fuck me from behind as a bitch in heat? Maybe he will want me to straddle him and mount his cock, and then bounce up and down, riding his peg while his hands squeeze my tits? God, how I would enjoy that!

I was still lost in my erotic fantasies when the door bell rang. Sure enough there he was, and as he did yesterday evening, he made me stand in the doorway for the longest time exposing myself. I know a couple of cars passing by got a good look because I could see brake lights suddenly come on.

Clyde was shaming me. Was my humiliation part of my training as a sexy bitch, or just something he enjoyed? Whatever, I was mortified to make such a spectacle of myself. I know my neighbors would hear about it, if indeed they haven”t already had an eyeful.

Well, they can just go ahead and call me a slut and a tramp. Maybe a few sexy rumors about a woman her aren”t such a bad thing, I was a new Rose Anne now, and I decided it was a rush to know that strangers were out there ogling me and drooling over my body.

Still, it was a relief when Clyde finally stepped inside and closed the door. He gathered me into those strong arms and French kissed me hard. His tongue searched my mouth, the bulge in his crotch pressed against my belly, and his wool suit gave my bare breasts and thighs the sexiest itch. Overpowered by it all, I was reminded of how naked and vulnerable I was to this man.

God, tho, what a turn on. God, what a kiss. My whole body caught fire from just the touch of his lips on mine. By the time our mouths parted, I was breathless and a little faint…, and ready to rape him on the spot.

He must have felt the electricity between us too because right away after that kiss he asked me to help him undress. Oh yes! I had lusted for nude male muscles and a hard cock to rub my own nakedness against. His shirt and tie went first, then his pants and shorts came down to his ankles where they waited until I could remove his shoes. He towered over me as I knelt at his feet taking off his last sock, and when I worked up the courage to lift my eyes, I found myself directly under a huge soft penis and sack of hanging testicles.

His demand was to the point. “Suck me, Rose Anne!”

Oh God yes, I was more than willing to do that. He stood there, proud and imposing, a nude Caesar offering his conquering penis to the mouth of the female captive kneeling naked before him, wearing the collar that marked her as his slave. Two weeks ago I would have said this was a scene as impossible as it is unbelievable in this day and time. But all that was B.C.! Before Clyde!

This is a new day! Tonight here I am, “Rose Anne the reluctant”, “Rose Anne the prick tease”, actually glorying in this disgusting surrender to a man and his penis. Of course I would suck him. Whenever he wanted, I was his to take. I knew what I wanted. I wanted him in my mouth. No, I wanted more than his taste, I wanted the gift of his salty fluid, the magic elixir that would make me a woman fulfilled.

On my knees, my lips tugged at the smooth skin of his male sex, and I could feel him harden and grow on my tongue. Gradually his soft meat became a steel bar that probed at the entrance to my throat and threatened to choke my windpipe. I was disappointed when he cut my efforts short, pulled me to my feet, and asked that I bring us both a double bourbon and water.

When I returned from the kitchen with our drinks, he was seated on the couch. His knees were pressed together, and his hard-on protruded proudly upward from his groin. He told me to seat myself astride him facing his hairy chest. As I settled down on bare thighs, he reached under me and lifted the end of his cock so that it lay trapped between us, its great head pressing against my belly just above my clit. The sensation was maddening, overwhelming, devastating.

We sat for the longest time that way, sipping our drinks, his left hand playing with my right breast. He said nothing to me, and I, well, I could not gather my thoughts enough to say, or do, anything very coherently. Thus, I sat there, mostly in silence, enjoying the fingers that tugged sensuously at my nipple.

From time to time he would put his drink down and hug me to his chest with both arms as he French kissed me. His tongue in my mouth drained me. “Drained…,” no other word describes what his kiss did to me. I simply melted helplessly in his arms as if stunned by the pressure of his lips on mine, and the sensation of his bare chest pressing against my breasts.

Once, as he finished kissing me, he ran his fingers across my lips and told me to suck them one by one like tiny cocks. Weak and flustered I was glad to do so, all the while staring into his eyes, hypnotized by the icy blue pools I found there. God, I was so horny and so defenseless. The best I could do was to sit quietly with his cock an inch away from my pussy hoping against hope that any minute he would order me to raise my hips and slide that great iron rod of hard male flesh inside me.

That never happened. When he finally spoke it was to suggest that we have dinner. I almost cried I was so disappointed.

Yet, perhaps all was not lost. He left a hint of getter things to come later hanging to tease me. “Rose Anne you will join me in my meal. There will be time enough after we have enjoyed your excellent cooking to feast upon your gorgeous body.”

With that he stood me up and gave me a push toward the kitchen. While I brought out our meal he took his seat at the table and watched me intently. As I stooped over him to serve his plate, my breasts swayed against his face and one teat brushed against his nose.

I was afraid he would think that I was some slut teasing him with my tits on purpose, and I blushed all over with embarrassment. Before I could either straighten up and claim my apology, however, he took hold of my arm and pulled me even closer until his nose buried itself into my cleavage. One of his hands grabbed a dangling tit, and squeezed it hard as he forced its nipple into his mouth. With that tender nub caught painfully between his teeth, his other hand left my arm for my cunt. There he hooked me between a finger in my pussy with his thumb pressing firmly down on my clit.

In all my life no man has ever so totally controlled me as Clyde did right then. I was his captive, held helpless in the cruel vice of his teeth on my tit and his fingers in my cunt. When I told him how sorry I was to have interrupted his supper, he turned me loose and told me to take my seat across the table.

I never had a meal in which both myself and my guest were naked. I found it strange and disconcerting but my demanding lover seemed not to notice as he chatted away at me as if dining in the nude was a regular thing in his life. I know he wasn”t oblivious to my discomfort, however, and finally he brought his small talk to the point.

“You aren”t saying much Rose Anne. Is there anything wrong?”

“Of course there”s something wrong,” I answered somewhat angrily, disappointed that despite all I had done for him, he had still not fucked me. “Do you think I eat my supper every night with my date staring at my naked tits? I feel like I am in the “available line” at the whore house waiting for my “John” to take me up to my crib and fuck me.”

“What an interesting thought, Rose Anne. So you are thinking about being fucked. That”s good. We are making progress. Here let me help with dessert.”

With that Clyde stood and moved to my side of the table behind my chair. He stooped to bury his nose in my hair at the back of my neck and took my tits in his hands. Slowly he began to squeeze and massage that feminine flesh, flicking my nipples with his fingers in a delicious torment. I could hear him taking deep breaths. I knew he was sniffing for the odor of my sex. It has always given me goose bumps to have a man smell me, it made me downright gushy when Clyde did so because I knew he would discover the smell of a woman going into heat.

“Damn but you smell good tonight Rose Anne. Under the perfume is the fragrance of a woman almost ready to be fucked. Lets see if we can”t make that smell stronger. Put your finger in your cunt. Jerk yourself off while I watch and play with your tits.”

“No Clyde, don”t make me do that,” I begged him. “I”ve never masturbated in front of a man. Don”t shame me by making me do that.”

“Why Rose Anne? Did the sisters tell you it was dirty to pleasure yourself. Well the sisters aren”t in control any more! I am, and I want to see you fuck your cunt with your finger. And, I warn you. This is the second time in two nights you have resisted me. Later tonight, you will pay for your disobedience as my switch marks your tender skin. Your punishment will be a lot worse, however, if you don”t bring yourself off in the next ten minutes.”

What else could I do? I slid forward a little in my chair to give my finger access to my slit, and very gently began to frig myself. The masculine hands and fingers that were playing with my tits, and my own stimulation of my pussy and clit, soon brought me to a boil. Well before he allotted ten minutes, I was breathing hard, and the once measured strokes of my finger inside my pussy became the frantic rat-a-tat-tat of a high speed piston. Suddenly it was there!

“Oh God, Clyde, I”m cummmmming.”

So quick and so intense was my climax, I hardly realized I was screaming at my tormentor. I cried out in disbelief, “Oh God! How did I become such a slut that I would let you do this to me.”

“You”ve always been a slut Rose Anne, and you”ve always known you were too. You just never knew how to act like it before. So, now it”s up to me to teach you the finer points, and how to enjoy them. Now be a good slut and suck your finger clean. Taste yourself. Tell me how sweet your pussy is. Tell me how juicy, how ready it is for my tongue. Tell me that you want me to whip you for your disobedience, then eat you, and then fuck your cunt. Suck your finger, and tell me Rose Anne!”

It”s hard even now to admit how willingly I sucked on my finger. And, damn, it was true, my pussy tasted sweet as sugar, and yes, I was ready to be eaten and fucked. To be whipped first, well that was something else.

“Please, Clyde, “I begged, “My pussy is sweet. Eat my pussy, Please. Fuck me if you want, but don”t whip me. I don”t like pain. My pussy tastes good; it”s juicy and ready for your tongue and your cock. Your cock, God, Clyde! I do want your cock! I”ll be a good little love slave, just don”t whip me, please, please.

His hands closed harshly on my tits, and I knew then that my pleading was hopeless. For the first time in my life a man was going to beat me.

“No way, Rose Anne, you have defied me twice, three times if we count right now. You must learn absolute obedience. Nothing I say is subject to debate, and certainly not the matter of when, how, or why you will be punished. Stand up now and turn around. Put your hands behind your back.”

Fearfully I did as I was told. I felt the rope tighten around my wrists. I was helpless now, unable to escape being whipped…, and strangely I wasn”t at all sure I wanted to. The idea of being punished by my lover for failing to obey him was beginning to seem erotic. Wasn”t that what happened to a disobedient harem girl, and didn”t her beating make her that much more eager to satisfy her master…, and herself? My pussy, already sopping wet from my forced masturbation began to spasm as I imagined myself as a naked concubine forced to stand at attention before her Moorish prince for her caning.

Once my arms were securely tied behind me, Clyde faced me again, now flexing in his hand the limber switch I had provided him for my own pain. “Are you ready to be punished, Rose Anne,” he asked.

I was too terrified, and too horny to speak at first. Was I ready? I was ready for something sure enough. Pussy juice was running down my leg I was so ready. “Please, Clyde! Do what you have to do, but Please…, when it is done, give me your tongue and your cock. Fill my hungry pussy please Sir.”

“No plea bargains bitch. You must learn to obey. Now lay over the arm of the couch with your ass in the air and your legs spread. I want to see your disobedient cunt. I have something for it.”

I shuddered at the thought of what he might have in mind, but I was afraid to do otherwise, or to say anything further. Dutifully I pressed my pubic bone against the padded arm of the couch, and with my toes still gripping the rug, I dropped my shoulders and torso forward onto the seat cushions.

“Spread those legs bitch,” Clyde commanded, apparently not satisfied with the width between my thighs.

I stretched myself wider, trying hard to stay in contact with the floor as my feet spread. I must have been a spectacle stretched naked over the couch arm, my arms tied behind my back, and my legs spread wide with my toes barely touching the floor. I knew my ass and pussy holes were obscenely exposed and vulnerable, something that must have been apparent to my tormentor because his fingers began to probe at both orifices.

Without warning the cold plastic of my biggest dildo split open my pussy. Slowly Clyde withdrew the artificial dick and then slid it back till it touched bottom; then slowly back out; and then back in. In and out, in and out in a slow tormenting rhythm he fucked me with that make believe penis, and just when I thought I could stand it no more, one of his fingers began to jab in and out of my ass hole in rhythm with the dildo probing my pussy.

It was awful! It was wonderful! It was torture! It was sensuous and erotic! It was…, well it was beyond description. My first small orgasm hit me just as his finger went up my ass. It was immediately followed by a much bigger one as the finger withdrew. Another and then another came on top of the first two, each bigger than the last. What could I do but beg…, but beg for what?

“Please Clyde, Please, stop. I can”t take anymore. I can”t catch my breath. You”re driving me crazy.”

“Are you sure, Rose Anne. Do you really want me to stop?”

“No, No, No, God, please don”t stop, Make me cum again…, but…, but.., God help me. Let me rest a little. I”ll die if I cum again like that. But don”t stop. I can”t stand it, but for the love of God, DON”T STOP! I don”t care, let me die! I would rather die…, JUST DON’T STOP!”

But my lover did stop. His finger left my ass and the dildo while still in me, no longer pumped in and out of my pussy. I heard Clyde fumbling around behind me…, and then without warning, my ass was on fire. My whipping had begun.

The switch I had provided was light and limber, certainly nothing that would do me any permanent damage, but each swipe across the cheeks of my ass stung as if I had been attacked by a thousand angry bees. Again and again he hit me, sometimes across my ass, sometimes across the back of my thighs. I cried out, then whimpered, and finally broke into an uncontrolled sobbing, but my lover showed me no mercy.

Finally it was over, and he spoke to me for the first time since he had pleasured me with the dildo. “Well, you disobedient little bitch, have you learned your lesson?

“Oh, please yes, kind Sir…,”

“What would the Nuns think of you if they could see you now, Rose Anne?

“They would call me a slut, and they would light candles for my redemption.

“Do you want to be redeemed Rose Anne, or do you want to be dog fucked just as you are now, spread like a bitch in heat over the arm of the couch with your swollen pussy exposed? Are you my bitch? Are you in heat? Should I fuck you here and now?”

“Oh YES Clyde, fuck me like a bitch. I am a bitch! YOUR bitch! Please give it to me…, please. In want the real thing, inside me. You have made such a slut of me…, and I love it! Please tho…, I”m in pain…, that”s how much I need a cock in me.”

I felt the plastic cock leave my pussy and in its place slid a smooth warm rod of hard male flesh. I was already sopping wet and fully stretched by that big dildo, and he was all the way to my womb with a single thrust. I screamed, but there was no pain, only pleasure.

Behind me my lover who now owned me, mind and body, would thrust his hips against my ass, then pull away, and then again return the head of his cock to the very depth of my being. In and out. In and out. Laid over the arm of the couch with my arms still tied behind me, there was nothing I could do but take him.

God, God, but it was good, more than I could stand really. Then came a stream of orgasms that flowed through my body until they all merged inside my belly into one gigantic exploding climax like none that I had ever before experienced.

Out of the fog of my emotions I was unsure what happened to me for the next ten minutes or so after experiencing the first real orgasm of my life on the end of a man”s penis. Clyde must have cum right along with me because by the time I was again coherent, he had pulled out of my pussy. Without his cock, my hole felt open and empty and the wet of our mutual juices were running down one of my thighs. I was not yet quite returned to sanity when he untied my hands and lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bed.

Clyde then made love to me for the first time with my arms and legs free. Again he ate my cunt as he had last night. This time. however, I could hold his head as his tongue explored my well fucked cunt licking away the mixture of our love juices. Under the tender stimulation of his tongue, I began not only to recover, but to again climb the ladder of desire. Quietly at first I whimpered for him to continue, then louder and more demanding I began to beg him once more for his cock.

“Oh God, Sir. Please fuck me again. I do so need your cock in me. You have set this bitch free. Take her again. You have made a slut of this bitch, now you must give her more.”

“Well, it would seem we have the good sisters on the run doesn”t it?” Clyde was grinning like a Cheshire cat, obviously please with himself. “All right then, my slut, be my guest. Mount me. Show me how a horny bitch rides a cock.” With that he rolled on to his back, his latest hard-on pointed to the ceiling, ready and waiting for my impalement.

I did not hesitate. Quick as a heart beat, I threw my leg over him and dropped down on the tall pole that waited under me. I took all of him up my sheath in a single stab. I was proud to have done that, and prouder yet when I saw him blink at the sensation of his prick being so suddenly swallowed by my cunt. Seated firmly on his hips, I rode him hard, sliding up and down over the peg of male flesh inside me, and all the while his hands were on my tits, squeezing, mauling, stroking, reminding me that I was his to be used.

When at last my last orgasm had passed, and his seed had once again filled my cunt, we rested in one another”s arms. At the last, I crawled between his legs and sucked his soft meat until we both dropped off to sleep. Once during the night, and again at dawn, he woke me, spread my legs and took his pleasure.

The Sisters of Charity must have taken the night off because there were no longer any voices in my head saying, “dirty, dirty, shame, shame. Instead there was only that great cock inside me, and the orgasms that came in waves, over and over, until I could hardly catch my breath.

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The next morning we showered together. I was on my knees drying his legs with his member bobbing up and down under my chin when I could resist the temptation. Leaning my head forward I took him in my mouth and sucked him until I was rewarded with a sweet load of morning cum that I gratefully swallowed to the last drop.

I fixed us a breakfast of eggs and bacon that we ate in the nude. I felt no shame or regret as I sat there, either for my nakedness or for the way I had enjoyed last night and this morning. In truth, I was now quite proud to be Clyde Horner”s love slave and honored to be dining naked with him.

Clyde and I spent that Sunday morning in my bed. First we read the paper, then napped, catching up on the sleep we had missed the night before. I woke up pixyish and full of myself. Perhaps a girl so well fucked ought not tease her sleepy lover, but after making her beg shamelessly for his cock, it is only fair that he suffer a little too. Taken and used as I had been, even a lowly female love slave is entitled to tickle her master”s ribs.

The brute had no sense of humor. He popped me with a pillow. That started a pillow fight, but I didn”t have much chance. The big ox pounded me unmercifully, and then picked me up like a sack of corn and sent me sprawling on the bed.

It”s just not fair. Our men are so much stronger than we. One way or the other the poor girl seems to always wind up on her back with her legs spread. That”s where I was when Clyde slipped between my knees, and dropped the weight of his chest on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms to the bed over my head the same way he did the first night he made love to me.

Until that night, how little I understood about the pleasure of being captured by a sexy barbarian. How far I had come since. Helpless and at his mercy once more, I stared up into the bright blue eyes of the man who held me prisoner, and lost myself there. What else can a girl do but surrender to a man who is on top of her and firmly seated between her legs?

At the very beginning of my training, he had claimed that if I surrendered to him absolutely, he would light my fire. Sure enough, I had, and he had kept his promise. Why had I been so many years making this discovery? Laying there sprawled under his weight, I knew I would never go back to being the independent emancipated modern woman of sexual equality I had been before. Now I am grateful to wear this barbarian”s collar around my neck, to be his to do with as he pleases!

Clyde looked down at me and grinned triumphantly, then dipped his head and licked each of my nipples. Again peering deeply in my eyes, but still grinning, he asked sternly, “And now my troublesome little hellion, are you going to behave yourself?

“Well, maybe,” I answered, grinning back at him. “What are you going to do with me if I don”t?

“Have you forgotten my switch? Don”t you remember how it was to be bent over the arm of the couch with your ass and the back of you thighs on fire? Surely you haven”t forgotten that?”

“No, I haven”t forgotten…, nor have I forgotten what came next.., and that was pretty good. If its all the same to you tho, I”d just as soon skip the switch and do just the last part over again.”

“Oh no my horny slut, you get switched first, then you get fucked.”

“Well, if it has to be that way, so be it. I have no choice,” I conceded, “but you have to promise that every time you whip me, you will fuck me right after. Its a whipped woman”s right to have her master”s tongue and cock pleasure her pussy after she has been punished.”

“What do you know about a woman”s rights Rose Anne? Two weeks ago you were telling me that this day and age there wasn”t any such thing as a female slave. And as I remember you told me you certainly weren”t going to become one under any condition.

“Well, I”ve learned a thing or two since then, and I”ve changed my mind. I may be your love slave now, but remember I work for lawyers for a living. I”m a love slave who knows everybody has rights these days, and surely that goes for poor abused me too.”

“If it is a harem girl”s duty to spread her legs for her owner, then it must also be his duty to fuck her often and well. If it is her duty to suck him until she drains his balls, then he surely has the obligation to eat her pussy. Orgasms! She must have orgasms! Orgasms are what her servitude is about. They are her return, the quid pro quo of the deal, so they must be something she is entitled to.”

“O.K., that sounds reasonable enough,” Clyde agreed. “I accept your terms, but let”s get back to whether my bitch is going to behave, or do I have to dog fuck her until she mends her ways and learns to treat her owner with some respect?”

“Oh, Sir,” I told him giggling. “I fear that your slut is such disobedient trash that she must be dog fucked until she obeys. However, if you will only get your big fat ass off her, she will begin to correct her behavior by voluntarily assuming the necessary position for her lesson.”

Clyde grinned back at me, and rolled away. I turned over onto my stomach stretched face down flat against the bed until Clyde stuffed a pair of pillows under my belly. With my ass raised just enough to expose my cunt, the love of my life knelt behind me between my spread thighs, and began to tease me by running his fingers up and down my swollen and sensitive slit. Never before in my life would I have been ready so quickly to take a cock. Not any more! This is a new Rose Anne! Before he even touched my clit, my pussy was running like an open faucet.

That was only the beginning, however. With one finger still frigging my cunt, he backed away giving himself room to stoop and shove his face into the tender valley between my thighs. His nose settled in the crack of my ass, and his mouth swallowed my wet cunt, all of it. His tongue stabbed in and out, fucking my crack like a little cock. It was only a minute or two before the “big O” hit me, and I was screaming as if I was in pain. It was s-o-o-o g-o-o-o-d I couldn”t help myself.

“Oh damn, damn you Clyde Horner, fuck me. Please! Please! Stick me, stick your cock in me, and fuck me. Oh shit, I”m already cumming. Please Sir, I beg you! If I don”t have you inside me soon my heart will surely stop.”

“Are you going to behave like a good little slut bitch?”

“Oh God, Yes! I”ll behave I promise. Anything. Anything you want. Just don”t tease me any more. Please, fuck me now, please!”

By this time he had crawled up my back, his chest against my shoulder blades, his belly cushioned on my buttocks, pressing me down, helpless under his weight. I could feel him reaching back between my spread legs to guide his member into my hole. He probed and prodded along the crack of my ass with his great blood filled male rod searching for my pussy. Desperately I raised my hips an inch or two more, trying as best I could to help him in his quest.

At last he found the right spot. “There, “M-MY M-Mas-ster”,” I stammered in my need. “There it is! You have it now. Put it in me. Give it to me…, give me all of it for god sake. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

First, the big round cock head wedged its way between my pussy lips. Then came a powerful hunch of his hips, and three, maybe four, more inches of man meat forced their way inside me. Two more such thrusts and he was all the way in, and the tip of his weapon was pressing hard against the mouth of my womb.

God, how he split me open! He rode my back with his teeth biting my shoulder as if he was a stallion mounting his mare. With a fistful of my hair he yanked my head back that his tongue might explore my ears, inside and out. His other arm jammed its way between my torso and the bed, where its hand found a tit to squeeze and fondle even as the thumb and forefinger pinched a poor suffering nipple. Pinned to the bed on the end of his cock, and unable to move under his weight, I could not respond to the iron shaft that filled my core. I could only bite down on a pillow to muffle my screams in preparation for the orgasms I knew would soon parade across my ovaries. Clyde was nearly as immobile as I. On top of me, flush against my back and buttocks, the length of each stroke of his cock was only an inch or two at the most. I didn”t care. The restriction on his movement would keep him inside me for that much longer, and only prolong my pleasure.

Anyway, I didn”t need any more stimulation. The sensations from being face down and fucked from behind had me going off like a string of firecrackers. I could hardly handle it. By the time my lover did finally fill me with his ejaculation, I think one more orgasm would have sent me into cardiac arrest. All my life I had searched for a lover who would stay with me until I could orgasm. Now, having found him at last, I was the one who could hardly stand the pace or stay the course.

Afterward Clyde remained on top of me kissing my neck and back. Under me, pressed by our combined weight against the bed, his big hands continued to play with my tits and nipples. For a very long time we remained like that, hooked together with his softening cock inside me soaking in pussy juice and semen.

“Tell me Rose Anne, where are the Sisters of Charity now?”

“Oh, Clyde, I don”t know where they went. They”re just gone and that”s all that matters. I”m cured. Oh thank you. You have no idea how wonderful it is to be without them.”

“I”m glad you think that,” he told me. “Its a good sign, but the bad news is that the Nuns are not all the way gone, nor are you completely cured. The Sisters may be in full retreat, but they are probably just hiding in some obscure corner of your head, ready to return the first chance they get. I am not going to give them that chance. I have plans for you next week my love, some small some big, but all of them so sensual and sexually tempting that I am sure you will find both exciting and humiliating.”

“Why?” I asked. “I orgasm now every time you even look at me. Why must you go on humiliating me. I don”t think I like that.”

“I know you don”t,” he answered, “and that”s the point. The Nuns are still there. You are still ashamed of what I make you do. That”s why we must go on. Only when I replace the sisters as your absolute owner will you be free of them..”

“Well then, what is it you are going to do to me?” I asked.

The only answer he would give me was, “Patience sweet thing. You will find out in time, and when you need to know.”

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He refused to discuss the matter further, and after breakfast, we went to the beach for the day. Clyde found a nice secluded spot down at the far end of the state park area where he made me strip off my bra and sun bathe topless. Every now and then someone would walk by and stare at me. I was terribly embarrassed, but I understood that this man was only teaching me not to be ashamed to show off my body.

I must admit that to have my bare breasts gawked at by strange men was pretty exciting. I could see the lust in their eyes, and it made my pussy wet to know that my tits were giving them erections. It didn”t lessen my horny any either that Clyde was playing with my hard nipples when no one was looking. Every now and then I would have a little orgasm. But for my fear of being seen, I would have raped my new owner right there on the beach.

I have such a good owner tho. He could see I was in heat and needed his cock. After everyone else had gone home and dusk was falling, I was allowed to crawl between his knees and give him a blow job. I did so enjoy having him in my mouth, and his cum tasted so very sweet.

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That evening Clyde took me out to dinner at one of the more exclusive restaurants in town. We had a bottle of wine and the food was superb. We were enjoying some kind of chocolate dessert with our after dinner coffee when Clyde”s face took on that stern drill sergeant expression I”m learning to expect when he”s about to take charge of me.

“Rose Anne, I want you to go to the ladies” room and take off your bra and panties. Bring them back here and put them on the table.”

I was stunned. Like most women with big breasts, I feel conspicuous without a bra, and I never go out in public without one even though my tits are reasonably firm with minimum sag. I certainly did not want to parade around this restaurant without a brassiere holding me firm.

To begin with, on the way back from the ladies” room, I would pass a dozen other tables. When it came time to leave I must walk through the entire crowded dining room. Outside the dining room there was a lobby with a fair number of people, and then there were the men at the valet parking who I was sure would be staring at me as we waited for our car.

I was mortified by the vision of myself on public parade with my unsupported breasts bobbing and swaying under my blouse. Every woman in the restaurant would think I was a whore and every man would be drooling as they undressed me with their eyes.

“Please Clyde…,” I started to protest but the look on his face froze the words in my throat. Dutifully I slid my chair back and started to rise to leave when he stopped me.

“Leave your purse here. You won”t be needing it. Bring your bra and panties back in your hands.”

“Damn Clyde Horner to hell!” There was no way I could hide a brassiere and a pair of panties in my hands on my way back to our table…, and my sadistic lover knew it. The bastard never misses an opportunity to humiliate me.

“Why don”t I tell the son of a bitch NO?” I asked myself. I knew the answer. If I told him no, at best he would whip me with that awful switch. At worst, he might give up on me, and I couldn”t chance that. Those weren”t options, they were choices between pain and despair.

“All right damn it,” I decided, “if that”s what he wants, I”ll play the whore.”

In the Ladies room I sought the privacy of a toilet stall. I removed my blouse, then my brassiere, and stripped my panties down my legs. With my blouse back on and rebuttoned, I wadding each undergarment into as tight a ball as I could, and started back to the table with the bra in one fist and my panties in the other. Folds of pink nylon were conspicuously bulging from between my fingers, and my breasts were swaying freely and obviously under my blouse just as I knew they would. I was in full blush, my nipples hardened, and became erect to rub painfully against the raw silk of my blouse. I knew how slutty I must look, and the image moistened my pussy.

The women at the tables I passed were the first to notice. I could see their expressions change as they realized what I must have in my hands, and then a quick shift of their eyes to my swinging tits to confirm their suspicions. A high pitched buzz of female whispers followed me to my table as the women discussed and advertised their discovery. The men didn”t whisper much. Mostly they just stared.

When I finally reached the table where Clyde was seated, his instruction was brutal. “Lay your bra and panties on the table Rose Anne. Put them where the good Sisters of Mercy can see them.”

I had gone too far to quit now. I laid my undies out on the center of the table in plain view. Behind me I could hear a titter run through the audience I had accumulated. To make matters worse this was the moment the waiter chose to bring us our bill. Was that simply bad timing? Probably not! He showed up so quickly I suspect that he was among those who had spotted me coming back from the ladies” room.

As he stood by our table waiting for Clyde to sign the credit card receipt, the waiter”s eyes were frozen on the two piles of feminine nylon. When Clyde handed the signed receipt back to the waiter he asked, “As sort of an extra tip, would you like to see this woman”s pretty tits?”

That shocked the poor man for certain. As his eyes shifted to my chest it took him a moment two to stammer out his disconcerted answer, Y-yes S-sir, I-I w-would!”

“Open your blouse Rose Anne. Show the man your breasts.”

What else could I do? This modern day Rasputin had me mesmerized. He had stolen my free will, and led me step-by-step into this abyss. I had no alternatives left but to obey him. I slowly pulled my blouse from the waistband of my skirt and began to undo the buttons down the front. Tension was written across the waiter”s face, and I was a bit ashamed of myself when I realized I was actually enjoying teasing him.

I slid my chair back from the table and stood up in front of the now blushing waiter with my back to the rest of the room in order to screen my tit show from my fellow diners. When the last button was undone I opened my blouse wide and held it that way for at least 30 seconds to give this stranger the good look at my tits that my lover had ordered as “sort of an extra tip”.

It was only when the whispers from my fellow diners penetrated the fog that was clouding my mind that the shame of what I was doing sank in. True, I had been showing my naked breasts to strangers all afternoon on the beach, but somehow this high tone restaurant was different, more personal, more humiliating. Even so I think it was actually Clyde who ended my striptease.

“That”s enough Rose Anne,” he told me softly. “It”s time for us to go. Just close the bottom two buttons and leave your blouse outside your skirt. Pick up your bra and panties, and let”s go to our car.”

With that he took my arm and guided me across the dining room carrying in my fists what were all too obviously my undergarments. With my every step my full tits rolled and swayed under my loose blouse. I was a bright shade of red by the time we were through the lobby and at the valet parking desk. When the young man who brought us our car opened the door for me, Clyde handed him a dollar bill and insisted that I show him my breasts as “sort of an extra tip”. Damn Clyde Horner! He never lets up!

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We were at home at last. Very soon after our arrival Clyde was nude and seated on the couch waving his erect penis in my face. I was naked on my knees between legs about to give him a blow job. It was at that tender moment that the doorbell rang.

“Who can that be,” I asked of no one in particular and went scurrying for my robe.

“Why the robe Rose Anne,” Clyde asked. “You have a beautiful body and nothing to be ashamed of. Just open the door and invite your guest to come in.”

“No Clyde, I couldn’t do that. I’m naked for Christ sake.”

He shook his head sadly “That’s the sisters talking to you again. I told you they were probably still hanging around waiting for their chance, but all right, if it makes you feel better, wear your robe.”

That he would allow me to protect my modesty set me back a little. That wasn”t like him at all. Then I began to get the idea. This was a set up. Clyde knew who was at the door. He just wants to embarrass me and see how I will react. Who would he invite? The most likely candidate it would be his boss and my old lover Alan Seeger. There wasn”t any thing Allen could do to me he hadn’t already done. Feeling better about having a guest, I wrapped my robe around me and opened the door.

Ohmygod! It wasn’t Alan! It wasn’t even anybody I recognized, at least not right away, even though this young and handsome stranger seemed to expect me to know him. What I did recognize, however, was the hunger in his eyes, that look a man gets when he is measuring female flesh for the taking.

Why is he staring at me like that I wondered? Then I realized it must be obvious that I was naked under my robe. I clutched the lapels tighter together at the throat, and I’m sure I turned beet red from my hairline to toes. I saw him blush a little too. He was quite as embarrassed as I was, and that made me feel a little less threatened.

Clyde rose to his feet behind me and spoke up. “Rose Anne, don’t you recognize your old neighbor Jason Williams? Jason is attending college now, and he is home on vacation living with his father.”

I took another look. Sure enough, this was the same stringbean of a fourteen year old neighborhood kid I remembered from six or seven years ago. When his folks divorced his father kept the family home across the street, but Jason and his mother had moved out of state. I hadn’t laid eyes on the boy since. He was a boy no longer. He was easily six foot two or more, and a man’s muscles bulged from his T shirt…, and at his crotch there was still another bulge to certify that he had indeed reached manhood.

Clyde continued with his introduction. “Jason has watched you greet me at the door, and I thought it would be nice if we invited him over to renew old acquaintances…, and maybe give him a better look.”

“A b-better look?” I stammered and questioningly.

“Open the top of your robe, Rose Anne,” Clyde commanded. “Let Jason see your breasts.”

Well, earlier today I had shown my naked tits on a public beach, then to a waiter and a valet parking attendant. No big deal. I thought, “O.K., I”ll give the kid his cheap thrill.”

I pulled the lapels of my robe apart and exposed my breasts. Actually, I was not altogether that cool about it. For one thing my nipples were already standing at attention. For another, my pussy began to moisten. I wondered if Clyde and Jason had noticed my nipples growing hard. I”d bet Clyde did. He wouldn”t miss a thing like that.

“Now the bottom,” Clyde ordered.

This party was getting rougher, but I untied the sash and let the robe fall open and hang loosely off my shoulders. Jason”s eyes went right to my pussy.

“Be a slut now!,” my man whispered in my ear from behind me. “Spread your pussy lips. Run your finger up in your cunt and show Jason how wet you are.”

This was getting to be damn serious business, but then I”d gone this far, and there didn”t seem to be anyplace I could stop. I did as I was told and showed the young man my pussy before burying my finger in it.

“Now frig yourself Rose Anne! Show Jason how a horny slut masturbates. Make your pussy slick and ready for my cock.”

“M-masturbate? R-ready for your cock,” I stammered. “No more, Clyde! No more, I won”t…”

“Don”t tell me no slut. I told you to jerk off for Jason. He has seen you naked, now he wants to see you perform. Afterward I”m going to let him watch me fuck you. Get rid of that ridiculous robe Rose Anne, and do as you have been told.”

Jason”s face turned a bright red as I spun around to protest to my lover, “No Clyde, no…,” but he cut me short.

“Get yourself off bitch! Then get your ass over year and sit down on my cock! Perhaps you would rather Jason watched your tits bounce up and down as I make you dance with my switch on your legs. I’m sure he would enjoy that, and I won’t quit until you promise to do as you have been told. So you see, you have two choices. I can whip you before you show Jason how much you enjoy your finger, and my cock, or we can get this done without the whipping. Which will it be Rose Anne?”

There didn”t seem to be much choice. I dropped my robe off my shoulders, spread my legs, and began to masturbate with my finger. Just the idea of what Clyde was making me do was enough to bring on a climax without much more. It couldn”t have been more than a couple of minutes before my cum left me bent double and quivering. My boy audience watched my humbling performance at me with such intensity his eyes were very nearly popping out of his head.

Finished with my first degrading assignment, I crawled into Clyde”s lap, sliding my love sheath over his hard-on as I sat down. Each of his hands grabbed a breast. It felt so good to have him inside me and his fingers toying with my nipples. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him to me that I might kiss him hard on the lips.

I had forgotten that Jason was even there until breaking away from my kiss Clyde reminded me. “Show Jason what you can do! Ride me woman! Let me hear you beg for it. Let Jason hear it too. Tell Jason how good it feels to have your pussy stretched with a big cock. Tell him what a slut you are and how much you want to be fucked.”

May God forgive me, but I could not help myself. I did all those things and more. Straining the muscles and my thighs to their limit, I bounced up and down on his lap sliding my pussy over the masculine peg that had made me it”s helpless captive. I begged for more, more cock, more fuck.

I was shameless in my passion even turning my head to face Jason, and in a half whine and half moan I pleaded with him, “OH YES, it is so good! Its so good Jason to be fucked like this, to be filled with cock! Please Jason, please tell him to fuck me harder!”

When it was over, and I been properly fucked in front of this stranger, my pussy was flooded with my lovers ejaculation, and after I had degraded myself with my orgasms, Jason left. As he went out the door he did not speak to me, nor I to him. I am sure, however, that he must have enjoyed my slutty performance.

As Clyde left for his own apartment, he gave me my instructions for the next day. “Tomorrow you will go to work braless, and with the two top buttons of your blouse undone. You are to wear panty hose, but without panties underneath.”

“I will be in your office after lunch to take a deposition from one of your firm”s clients. After the depo” I will have a gift for you, and I will leave it with you when I go. You can thank me for it tomorrow night at your place. We will be skipping dinner so have something to eat before I arrive. Just be naked and ready for me when I get there.”

With that he left and I did not see him again until one thirty the following afternoon.

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Clyde breezed into our offices right on time for his deposition. For just a minute or two, he stopped by my desk in the little cubicle at the door to my boss”s office. He first checked to make sure that the two top buttons of my blouse were undone, then ran his hand inside and gave my left tit a squeeze. I don”t think anyone saw him do that, but it was a pretty brazen thing for him to do in a busy law office.

Worse tho, was the way I reacted. Instantly my pussy juices began to run. For the next few minutes I could not concentrate on my work for crazy images in my head of being laid on my desk and fucked in front of the whole office staff.

A little after 3:30 Clyde came out of his deposition and dropped a note on my desk as he went by. It read: “I”ll meet you in the hall in front of the men”s toilet in 2 minutes. Be there. Clyde.”

I hurriedly wrapped up what I had been working on, and took the employee”s exit into the hall. Clyde was nowhere to be seen. I walked down the length of the hall and waited by the men”s room. Suddenly the door flew open and there was Clyde. He grabbed my right wrist in one big hand and with a single yank he snatched me inside.

“What are you doing.” I protested. “Let me go. I can”t be in here.”

“Then where in this building would you take me for my blow Job? You certainly can”t expect me to go into the lady”s room now can you? You are my slut now Rose Anne, and you will suck me when and where I tell you to suck me. In here sweet thing! Quickly now, before someone comes in and sees you with my prick in your mouth. For damn sure you will have something to be embarrassed about then.”

With that he shoved me into a toilet stall and followed closely behind me. He slid the little bolt on the stall door closed insuring some degree of privacy..

“Get a move on lover! Unless of course you would rather wait until we have an audience.” he was smirking at my distress as he pulled my skirt up and ran his hand between my legs stroking the crotch of my panty hose. “Pull your panty hose down. Sit on the toilet as if you were taking a pee and spread your legs.”

I did just as he said. There didn”t seem to be any choice. It would take time to argue, and I was terrified someone, perhaps even my boss, would come in and catch us having sex. Better to give him his blow job and get this over with.

In seconds I was seated on the toilet with my skirt and panty hose down around my ankles. He unbuttoned my blouse, and without a bra, my tits spilled out into his hands. I must have been the very picture of a slut bitch in heat. My pussy was exposed, impatient, and becoming wetter by the second. My bare tits were swinging free, and my nipples were growing hard under his touch.

“Spread wider, Rose Anne! Open your legs for me like the horny little slut you are.” As my thighs parted he reminded me, “Remember I told you yesterday I would be bringing you a gift. I have it right here, something for your pussy.”

As my thighs parted, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black vibrator. The thing was plastic, two and a half, maybe three inches long, and perhaps a half inch in diameter. He snapped it on and in a quick thrust shoved the buzzing little machine from hell all the way inside my vagina.

A step forward and he was straddling my lap. His crotch was in my face as he gave his next orders, “Close your thighs tight girl, and hold that thing in there. Unzip me and get my dick out. You are going to give me that blow job now.”

The zipper on his fly wasn”t easy for me and I fumbled a bit until I could get his cock out. It was still pretty soft but on the rise, and it hardened quickly after I dipped my head and took it between my lips. I certainly didn”t mind in the least having him in my mouth again, but that thing in my pussy was driving me crazy, Those fingers playing with my naked tits as I sucked him didn”t help my concentration any either.

I was still petrified that a lawyer or client from our firm would come in to use the bathroom and catch me in this embarrassing predicament, but even as I fretted about the possibility, a giant orgasm exploded in my belly. God, how could I be so aroused from being mistreated like this?

Scared as I was, I wanted Clyde to fuck me right here in the men”s room, but not even Clyde would dare do that. I knew this blow job was all I could expect from him this afternoon. After my man had pleasured himself in my mouth, and I had swallowed his load, I would most likely be sent back to my desk as if nothing had happened. Thus, a slut once used is so quickly discarded.

But, oh how sexy it was to be this man”s love toy, and made to suck his beautiful cock in a public men”s room. Who but a common whore would sit on a toilet with a mouthful of hard-on and a pussy stuffed with a pulsing vibrator…, and enjoy every minute of it. God, why had it taken me so long to find the sex I needed? What else had I been missing out on all my life?

His ejaculation came in a flood, more than I could take. Some of his precious milky seed escaped my lips and dribbled down onto my bare tits and into my pubic hair. When I finished with the last spurt of his semen, Clyde scooped up the mess on my tits and had me suck it off his fingers.

Despite my worst fears, at least no one had come into the men”s room while I was servicing my man”s wonderful rampant phallus. Clyde stepped back from straddling my lap allowing me to again stand up. I reached down to remove the vibrator from its nest in my cunt, but a big hand stopped me.

“No, you forget that you are a slut now Rose Anne,” Clyde told me, “I want you thinking of nothing but your pussy until tonight. Until you see me again, you will keep that little goodie inside you and running. Pull up your panty hose to help hold it in there. I let you wear them today for just that purpose.”

Shaken by these instructions, and disoriented by the buzzing in my cunt, I could only stand there with my mouth agape, too stunned to even protest.

“See you at seven,” he promised as he disappeared briskly out the door of the men”s room.

I scurried quickly over to the nearby ladies room to redo my makeup and try to make my clothes and myself presentable again. The physical damage I could repair somewhat, but emotionally I was a wreck. Not only did I have that thing running inside me, but my nipples were tender and swollen, and without a bra they rubbed against my blouse, accentuating the sensations that were flowing from my poor tormented pussy.

Much as I wanted to, however, I was afraid to take the damn vibrator out of my cunt. He would know! How I couldn”t imagine, but I was sure he would. Then I would be whipped with that damned switch. It was better to obey like a good little love slave.

Over an hour was left until our office closed for the day. For that entire time, I sat at my desk on the edge of cumming. Under the stress of that damned little buzz machine, my fingers on the keyboard turned to spaghetti scrambling the letters on my computer monitor. Oh how I struggled pretending to work as usual as that thing in my cunt bred a constant flow of tiny orgasms. My ride home was no better, indeed it was worse. Once I was so distracted that I almost caused an accident.

It was some better to be home. At least I was at last in private. Blowing Clyde this afternoon, the way he had played with my tits, the vibrator running in my pussy, all those things had left me a female in heat with the pungent odor to match. I couldn”t bathe with that thing in me, however, so I stripped and took a dry bath in rubbing alcohol and half a bottle of perfume. I fixed myself a sandwich and then sat down to watch TV. Naked and on a sensual binge, however, I could not resist the temptation of masturbating my clit as I waited for Clyde.

Promptly at seven I greeted Clyde at the door. I was naked as he required, and he put me thru my regular routine of showing my bare ass to the neighborhood before he would come in and shut the door. I didn”t care about that this time. I was so horny I would have raped a preacher had there been one handy. All I could think about was Clyde”s cock and how I was going to die if he didn”t take me inside and fuck the shit out of me.

Once inside tho he just grinned at me and said, “Rose Anne, you smell like a whore.” Then taunting me he asked, “Did you enjoy yourself this afternoon?”

“God damn you Clyde Horner, what a terrible thing to do to a girl.”

“I didn”t ask you that sweetie,” he answered. “I asked you if you enjoyed yourself?”

“Well…, yes, sorta, I guess, but this thing you left in me; it”s driving me crazy.”

“Shucks, Rose Anne! I didn”t know that. Why didn”t you say so. Come here darlin “. Let me take it out.”

Clyde is going to be a great lawyer. That “oh gosh, I”m so innocent” act comes so natural to him.

“O.K. my horny bitch! Spread yourself for me. You know the drill. At attention! Legs apart! Arms up! Fingers locked behind the head! Tits out!”

Humiliated, but oh so eager for his hands on my body, I took my slave pose in front of my owner. He reached between my legs fumbling to remove that damned little vibrator. Except at first there was a lot more fumbling than removal. He pretended he couldn”t manage a grip on it, but I know that was a lie. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat thru the whole ordeal, teasing my pussy with his fingers and “accidentally” stroking my clit. Clyde was laughing out loud at my discomfort and embarrassment. Only when I was reduced to begging did he finally pull the damned thing out of me.

“See,” he announced gloating, “Tickle your sleepy master”s ribs, and he will make you pay. Well now, its into the shower with you my sexy little bitch. You smell like a whore house on a holiday weekend. Come on! I need a shower too.”

With that he led me off to my bathroom where he stripped down and we showered together. I washed his cock and balls. I took full advantage of having his tender root at my mercy and raised him to a raging hard-on, teasing him with both my mouth and fingers.

He washed my pussy, and just as I had done to him, he took his revenge by erotically teasing my body as he lathered and scrubbed. His hands already ha me on fire when he turned me around, ran his hands between my legs, and with soapy fingers, he plundered first one and then the other of my two tender bottom holes.

Then came the command that I so dreaded, but which I knew one day would surely come. “On your knees Rose Anne, it”s time I fucked your ass. You can never truly be my slut until you have given me your rear hole. Tell me girl, have you ever been butt fucked before?” Behind me, I could feel his soapy fingers probing at my rectum, stretching me, getting me ready.

“No please Clyde, no man has ever taken me there,” I answered. “Please Sir, not in my ass. It will hurt. Put it In my pussy please.”

“Then it is time that you gave up your virgin ass. Slick with soap is the best way for the first time. I promise the hurt will not last for long. You must learn to take my cock up your butt hole. You will never be a proper slut otherwise.”

I hesitated but I knew I could not disobey. Gingerly I dropped to my hands and knees in the bottom of the tub, and waited like a dog bitch for my stud to mount me and breed my ass. With my hair falling over my face, my tail high in the air, and my tits dangling under me, I was the classic female in submission to her male.

Clyde continued to lather me between my legs, delaying, procrastinating, making me squirm as I searched for a way to deal with my reluctance. Frightened as I was, there was never any question about taking his cock in my anus. I belonged to him, I was his spoil of war, a helpless captive of his penis, and I would do whatever he demanded of me.

Just as yesterday morning, I could feel his hard cock probing the crack of my ass, only this time he was seeking that puckered little rear hole rather than my pussy. There! Oh God, Clyde had found the entrance to my bowel. I clenched my teeth waiting for the pain, but I was very soapy and slick back there, and as he had promised, his cock head punched past my sphincter quite easily. I could feel my tissues stretch as inch by inch Clyde gradually but carefully drove his prick up my rear sleeve.

As he pushed his way in, he necessarily raised his own hips upward until finally he was squatting high over my tail bone fucking my ass from above as much as from behind. God, how did I take all of him? I could hardly believe it. That was but a fleeting thought, however, one quickly erased by one more primitive as a huge orgasm began to build inside my empty pussy. It was simply unbelievable that I could orgasm from a cock up my ass hole!

In erotic surrender I moaned…, pleading…, “Fuck me! Oh please more! FUCK MY ASS!”

“Oh Clyde, I’m cumming. Damn you, you ass fucking son of a bitch, fill my ass hole with your cum. I am your ass fuck whore. I want your cock there, I want your cock anywhere, everywhere! Oh shit, I’m still cumming! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! I am your ass fuck whore. I want your cock there, I want your cock anywhere, everywhere! Oh shit, I’m still cumming! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!”

Could that really be me begging for my lover to rape my ass? Only days ago I would not have allowed any man to do this to me. Now, however, I submit to his every desire. This must be about the end, however. I couldn”t imagine how a woman could be more submissive to a man than to willingly give him her ass.

I had no idea how much I had yet to learn!

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“To be continued. VOTE, and feedback please.”

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