[MF] Story #1

Story 1

I stare at the keycard in my shaking hand, holding it a few centimeters from the little slot where it goes to open the door. I know I’ve been bad and that’s he’s testy with me. At this moment I think to myself that going to the bathroom and sending a few quick pictures at work really wasn’t that difficult of  task, but I can’t change that now. I’m his slut for the night, even if I beg. I know he’d like that anyway, and some little part of me raises it’s head hopefully at that thought, because I like that he likes it when I beg. Taking a deep breath, I kick that little monster back where she goes and slide the key into the slot and push open the door…
Its dark inside and it smells wonderfully of his body wash, still clinging to the steamy air after his shower. Despite the enticing smell, I know what it means and am momentarily hesitant to enter, because I know he’s waiting for me, likely behind the door. ‘Go on,’ that side of me that I had just kicked back urges. ‘He loves you, nothing to be afraid of. And we kinda-‘ “shush” I tell it and enter he room, putting as much confidence into my stride as I can manage, hoping to off set his desire a little bit. The sudden slamming of the door behind me tells me that I had only succeeded in enforcing it.
“A little cocky there, aren’t you?” he says in his Dom voice, and I start to tremble a bit.
“No, Sir,” I answer tentatively, despite the obvious bravado I had sauntered in with. Suddenly his hand was around my throat, pinning my back to him; I can feel him hard against my back, ready to divvy out my punishment.
“I didn’t say you could talk, Slut,” he says firmly in my ear, his other hand snaking around my stomach, his fingers biting into m in a deliciously painful way
“You’re mine now, my little whore,” he said before he deliberately bites my shoulder, and I resist the urge not to make a pain noise, and he feels me tense my stomach to do so. He shoves me away from him and spins me around onto my knees, forcing me down with a firm set of hands on my shoulders. The carpet bites into my knees, rubbing the skin of, but I have no time to process he stinging feeling as my face is suddenly forced up. He tries to pry my mouth open with one hand while stroking himself with the other. “Open,” he says, meaning for me to take him in my mouth. With  small noise of indignance, I attempt to jerk my face away from him, but his grip is tight and I don’t even slip. “I said open, Slut.” Once again I yank my face away, only t have him gab a handful of my hair and twist a bit. I cry out through clenched teeth, wishing he would stop, but the little part of me that I keep beating back decides to try again, and this time, I find myself listening
‘It won’t hurt if you don’t fight,’ she says, creeping forward slowly. ‘And it feels good, right? He wants your mouth, you love it when he wants you like that, stop denying it.’
Calming myself, I relent and open my mouth for him, and h takes immediate advantage of it. His hard cock slips roughly into my mouth and I work took keep my teeth from the tender skin. He begins to thrust in and out vigorously, using my hair t pull my face into him. I hear him grunt in pleasure and the sound sparks something inside of me, deep in my belly, between my legs and in my mind. The little part of me looks at the spark and her eyes light up before she turns to me with an almost satisfied smirk.
“You like that, huh? You like having my cock shoved into your mouth, making you use your tongue. like that? He suddenly shoves very hard and on impulse I use my tongue to keep him out of the back of my throat. I can’t help it, I know I’ll gag.
‘But he LIKES that!’ both the submissive me and the hidden one say at the same time. It’s true, I know how much he likes it when i gag around his cock. Taking a deep breath, I look up at him and allow my throat t open for him, and he slams back into the deepest part of my mouth. My throat trembles at the sensation and my whole body convulses in protest. My stomach clenches and heaves and my throat pulses around his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” he says. “See, look at how easy that was, Slut”
I make a small noise in way of reply as he continues to fuck my face. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realize that I’m getting turned on by this; the more I hear him, the hotter I get. I allow myself to let out a soft moan of enjoyment, and his hand tightens in my hair in response, and a few thrusts later, he pulls himself from my mouth and roughly drags me to my feet. Mildly shocked, I allow him to throw me towards the bed. I barely catch myself with my hands, and he takes a short moment to make sure I didn’t kick or knee the drawers.
“”Not hurt are you, Slut?” he asks, working my ass with his hands. I shake my head no and a smile creeps across his face. “Good.”
Roughly, he pulls my shirt upwards and I raise my arms to allow it to come off. He quickly winds it and ties it around my face, shoving the fabric into my mouth in a make shift gag. For some reason, I have to suppress a giggle.
He unlatches my belt and roughly yanks them down my legs, but wont let m take my feet out just yet. He roughly bends me forward with a hand to the back of my head, effectively pressing my face into the mattress. His other hand roams between my legs, pressing against my butt and he makes a satisfied sound.
“This is mine tonight,” he. says, probing not quite gently but not so hard as t cause terrible pain. I squirm while that inner part of me is furiously nodding her head and mouthing to me ‘let it happen!’
His fingers find their way to my soaked pussy and he makes a noise in mild surprise.
“Does this turn you on, Slut? To be roughed up like this and used?” he says as he sides two fingers into me; they slid in without effort and my body clenches with the pure bliss of it. A small moan escapes me and suddenly his fingers are gone. “This isn’t for you, Whore. You’re my fuck toy tonight.”
Somehow, I don’t take it as a threat at all. I believe him, that he’s going to use me until I can’t stand, then cum where he wants, but I don’t mind. A part of me WANTS this to happen. I cast an inward glance at the inner me who has been very eager about this all along and she gives an encouraging nod. I nod back a little warily.
He grabs me suddenly under my legs and half flips, half tosses me onto the bed. Before I really have time to react, my pants are the rest of the way off and I am being tied up in a lovely red rope that’s soft to the touch. I don’t fight him on this, I enjoy being tied up in any situation. He expertly ties my lower legs to my upper thighs, then lashes my arms o my legs, and I am trapped in an awkward ball form.
“There’s my little slut,” he said. *smack!* I jump as the paddle makes contact with my bare, exposed ass. I jump at the contact, momentarily stunned. I hadn’t quite processed the stinging before the next one came. I let out a small squeak of mild discomfort, but otherwise allow him to continue. The blows are a little rough, rougher than he usually is and I want to cry out, but I don’t, I keep carefully silent, waiting for him to be done. When the blows stop, there’s a small pause and space of time where I want the smacks back, but before the thought an be fully formed, he shoves himself inside of me, deep, all the way in in one smooth motion. I let out a long moan in response, my legs almost shaking from the release.
“I thought I said this isn’t for you, Slut,” he says, and I receive another blow to the ass, making the deepest parts of my body clench. This makes him moan and do it again, gaining the same reaction. He pounds into me, harder than I think he ever has, stretching me apart again and again. I clench myself down on him, tightening myself around him, and he takes it as me tring to cum.
“No,” he says, pulling out and flipping m onto my back. I get to slaps to my inner thighs before his hands go to my throat. I gulp a bit and look into his eyes, unsure of whether or not to be scared. I feel him slide back inside of me and he applies pressure to my throat carefully before beginning to slam into me again. My back arches involuntarily at the contact on my throat and I begin to panic. ‘Nononononono!’
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to pretend it isn’t happening, but that mall part of me, that little spark that was ignited when he forced me to deep throat pushes with force against my mental barriers.
It threw itself hard against the walls, demanding that I just let go and feel. Gulping in a breath, I let go, pressing my hips into him but relaxing my back so that I wasn’t ducking away from him. His hands were rough but not painful, gently pressing just enough to excite. The walls were still up, but I let him control me physically, slamming into me with raw sexual aggression that made my toes curl involuntarily
The pleasure had begun to build when he abruptly pulled out of me, making me feel hollow in a way. I squirmed to have him back in me, whimpering. 
“Oh, you like that?” he demands, pulling my shirt free of my mouth and gripping one of my breasts gruffly. He is mercifully gentle considering the still healing piercings in them, but still rough enough to cause a bit of pain. He moves to all but sit on my face, grabs a handful of my hair and forces my face into his balls. “Suck on them, lick, come on use your mouth Slut.”
Without thinking, I oblige, opening my mouth to lap at him with an enthusiasm I didn’t know I had inside of me. Sucking gently as I could on the tender skin, I gazed up at him, seeing the look of power in his eyes. The sight makes me clench deliciously inside and I lift my head into him, eliciting a groan of satisfaction as his head tilts back. “Good little Slut. Lick my ass now.”
Immediately I do, not pausing to think and subconsciously knowing he’s perfectly clean. 
“Oh fuck yes, good little whore. My ass licking slut.”
His fingers tighten in my hair painfully, But i like it and I let it egg me on. I can feel myself getting wetter with each passing second, and I know it shows on my face. “Stop.”
He gets off of my face and rolls me instantly over onto my face again, pausing to smack my ass. I know what has to be coming next and for the second time tonight, I suppress a giggle. There is a moment where I know he must be getting lube, and my suspicions are confirmed by a sudden cold, wet feeling on my own ass, making me clench up a bit. He probes gently and I let him slide a finger in. It slides in easily, and I receive a grunt of approval.
“mmm This ass is mine,” he says, moving his finger in and out. I squirm at the weird feeling it gives me, willing myself to relax and get passed it. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, because your my little cum whore.”
Gradually he warms me up, making sure I have plenty of lube inside and out, and I can hear the wet sounds of him jerking himself off with lube to ensure he can slide right in. He smacks my ass again as he gets into position.
Look at how nice and red that ass is for me,” he says. I feel him place the head of his cock against me ready to go in. I shudder and take a deep breath, trying to relax myself enough to let him in. He gently applies pressure, but I can’t make myself let him in. I push out against him and it helps a bit, but its a struggle.
The inner person who loves to be roughly controlled is begging me to just let go. I managed it once before with his hands on my neck, surely I can do it again for this.
He smacks my ass again, and the pain of it breaks down the last of my walls. With an almost desperate gasp, I let him in in one push. 
“oh fuck yes,” he says as he is buried inside of me. Every inch of him slides in, spreading my ass open. He begins to thrust, reaching forward to grab my throat as he does so, and I let him without hesitation. I let go mentally and drown myself in the sensation, the full deep feeling as he rams in and out of me. I hear his grunts and pants as he gets closer to climax. “You’re ass is tight, you like this don’t you SLut.”
AT his words, I can feel myself building to cum, the first time I’ve ever been able to with him in  my ass.
“I’m going to cum inside of you, Whore. Fill you up,” he says, reaching up with the hand that was on my throat now on my shoulder for better grip. He slams me back into him over and over, and I can feel myself start to cum. He lets out a guttural sound as I cum, and I know it sets him off. I feel as he lets loose inside, cumming deep within, his cock pulsing and twitching. I can’t help but cry out as I cum hard, my legs shaking and pussy clenching and releasing
AS we both come down from our high, he places his forehead between my shoulderblades and sighs. I am still stunned by what I just felt, the intensity I could gain by just letting go…

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