I recently met her, in person, after several weeks of talking on social media. Which was plenty long enough to know some of the things she wanted to try and all things she had been missing out on. I knew her husband no longer made her feel sexy and though she received attention from other men, because she was attractive, she needed to be dominated, taken and used for someone’s desires. She was tired of organising everything and being in control. She needed to let go of things and just let them happen for a change. She wanted to see lust so strong in a man’s eyes that he couldn’t control his urges. She knew I could do those things for her.
She knew I could be rough and mean which was perfect for her, because she didn’t want a gentleman. She wanted the kind of guy who wasn’t afraid to take her out a bar, then fuck her in the nearest dirty alley, shoving her down on her knees with the rest of the garbage, pound his cock down her throat, tear her ass up and cum on her face. Unfortunately, it’s too cold this time of year for that sort of thing, so I teased her until her husband was out of town, with business, and she agreed I could come over.
She greeted me partially naked, in just a thin nightgown and a thong, but once inside the door, I stripped those measly cloth off of her, tearing them off. “What the fuck is this? I told you to be nude,” I scolded. I grabbed hold of her nipples and jiggled her big tits for a while, then forced her to kneel on the floor and wait, with her cunt already wet and desperate.
I removed my pants and socks. Then took off my boxer briefs and pulled them over her head, before returning my attention to her tit, grabbing they more, roughing them up and claiming them. I gave them a big final squeeze before letting them go and slapping her face. “Open your fuck hole mouth!” Her mouth opened wide, forming a large “O” shape, obediently. Her mouth watered with anticipation of my cock ramming into her mouth.
I reached through the leg hole of my underwear and intertwined my fingers through her hair, snatching control of her head, and pulled her head towards my awaiting cock. She let out a yelp which I quickly stifled with my other hand around her neck. I feed my cock through the slit in the front of my boxer briefs and into her mouth. “Taste me.” Her teeth just grazed the shaft as she pressed forward, as several inches of my cock disappeared into her mouth. She bobbed her mouth up and down my cock making it glisten with her wetness. I felt my dick bump against the opening of her throat, which caused her to emitted a gurgling moan, before she slipped her mouth off my cock. A thick string of glistening saliva connected her lower lip to my throbbing organ and her lips were wet with spit and my oozing precum.
“Suck!” My grip tightened around the handful of hair I gathered earlier and guided my twitching pole back toward her open mouth. I pushed the helmet between her lips and she opened her mouth wide to accept my girth. Her tongue danced around the head until I pressed deeper in and began to slowly piston back and forth inside her mouth stretching her lips wider. I pulled free and saliva dribbled out of her open lips. “Fuck me with your mouth, cunt,” and I stuffed my cock back in her wet mouth and pumped the head between her lips. I plugged her lips full of my throbbing maleness. She took her hands from my thighs and cupped her breast in each hand and fondled her hardened nipples as I continued to pump her face with mounting intensity.
I stroked faster and deeper. The harder I fucked her face the more she moaned, pleased to have her mouth being used again. I pulled out and she gasped for breath, but reached instantly for my sloppy pole. Saliva dripped from her parted lips and my glistening shaft. “Do you like sucking my cock?” She kissed the tip, gasped and pounced on my rod again, forcing against my grip to get the head of my cock back of her mouth. She strained forward until I allow her to swallow me. I felt the crown of my cock press into the opening of her throat. She gurgled incoherently as she slipped the thick, wet end of my prick in and out of her tender throat. She backed off slightly for a second and sucked air in around the meat filling her mouth and then again forced it back into her throat. She managed to impale herself around all but two or three inches at the root of my staff before she had to relent or gag. A heavy wad of saliva spilled from her open lips as she pulled my cock out of her mouth. Then studiously licked and sucked the head before treating me to several long, slow stokes, stuffing the head down her throat and engulfing more than half my length on each stroke. Finally, she paused and I noticed that she had slipped a hand between her thighs.
“Yeah, baby, spread those legs, spread those legs.” I
was laughing and clapping mockingly. “Let me see some
humping.”
I lifted her to her feet and removed my boxer briefs from her head and watched as she fucked the air for me, one hand stroking her cunt whilst the other spanked her ass put her desperation on display for me.
“Shake those tits.” She shook them, squeezed them, and licked her nipples. I waved her on, encouraging her to keep on dancing and let herself get caught up in the moment. Her tits shook and her ass wriggled as much as it could. She squatted down a few times, legs nicely spread to give a good view, fingers pumping her cunt.
“Shove some fingers up your ass.” She bent over, looked back at me and humped her ass back on her fingers.
“Suck them clean, lick away all your whore-slime.” She licked, sucking each finger clean, seeming to enjoy each finger more than the last.
I wandering into the kitchen and spun a chair around from the table and settled into it. “Lap dance,” as I beckoned her over with a wave of my hand.
She almost ran over and straddled me. I grabbed hold of her tits yet again, this time I rubbed my face in them, mouthing and licking and biting. Her hips were wriggling on my lap, her cunt happily grinding against the muscles of my thighs and the hard lump of my cock.
“Sit on my cock, get that cunt on it.” I was breathing hard, spanking her ass to hurry her along. My cock pointing straight up toward the ceiling. She didn’t have to be told twice. She was so hot and so wet, she just slid down easily on my the full length of my hard cock.
“Bounce, bounce.” My hands gripped her ass cheeks, kneading, spreading them apart and then mashing them together. “Faster, slut,” as I used her hips and ass to shove her pussy down on my cock, forcing my of its base inside until my balls pressed into her wetness. “Look at those fucking tits go! Faster, bitch!”
I leaned back with my hands braced on the sit of the chair, and watched her as she continued bounce herself madly, unassisted. My eyes became fixed on her tits, helping them
along with a few slaps now and then, even though they were already flopping around hard enough to be slightly painful.
“Squeeze that cunt, harder! Come on, you useless whore, make yourself useful to me!”
She squeezed her cunt muscles harder, bounced on my dick faster and stuck out her chest even more. I was slapping her tits, one then the other, on and on, side to side, harder and harder, urging her on, before I grabbed both of them tightly. Their flesh bulged around my fingers. The pain was deep and hot, as I used them as handles to press her into the air, then slam her back down into my groin. Her body was making unheard of sounds. Squeaks and grunts were being banged out of her, as I moved her up and down.
The pitch of her voice was rising and her cunt was beginning to clench tighter. She was seconds away from being pounded into orgasm. “Get off,” as I bucked her off of my lap onto wobbly legs. It was apparent, she needed to come so badly. “Turn around, spread your legs and grab your ankles.”
She did as she was told, presenting me with a choice of two awaiting fuck holes. She yelped as I speared her through her asshole with one quick thrust. My fingers dug into her hips as I slammed into her again and again.
“Move over to the mirror.” She started to straighten up.
“Did I tell you to get up, you stupid cunt?” I slapped her ass hard. “Get those hands back on your ankles and move it, slut!”
She shuffled over to my full-length mirror, on the wall, bent over
with her fingers wrapped around her ankles and my dick
still buried in her ass.
“Look up. See what a slut looks like”
She couldn’t look up much, because she knew better now then to let go of her ankles, but she could lift her head high enough see her eyes and face as I started slamming into her fast and hard. All she could do was hang on and take it. Her forehead banged against the mirror a few times, so I changed my grip and nicely stopped her from breaking the mirror or getting knocked out.
I knew her inners would be burning from the fucking I was giving her, that she couldn’t breathe properly all bent down double, but based on the amount of cunt juice that was just trickling down her thighs her loved it.
“Take every inch of me like my good little slut, in your whore ass!” as I was spanking her ass and cursing her. “Are you a good little slut?”
“Yes, Sir!” she said through clenched teeth.
“Say it!” I barked.
“I’m a good little slut!“ she moaned.
Then I placed both hands back on her hips, grunted, and fucked her even harder and faster. “Keep saying it.”
Her voice was shaking so much from the fucking and the words were being broken into by the moaning, but clarity wasn’t what I was asking for. I just wanted to hear her do as you was told. “I’m a good little slut, Sir!” She kept saying it over and over, until I came hard, actually surprising myself how hard I came, cursed, “Fuck,” and spanked her ass one and pulled out. “Stay put.”
She was bent over with her ass the tallest part of her, both her holes red and open and leaking cum and cunt juice. Through her legs, she watched me go into the bathroom and
shut the door. She could have straightened up, but she didn’t. There was the fear of what I would do if I found her disobeying, but more than that, it was simply because she enjoyed doing as she was told, no matter how depraved the orders were, so instead of straightening herself up and making herself more comfortable, she stays there, as I took a shower and sang loudly, and
badly, the only way I know how.
After my shower I dry off and opened the bathroom door, dropping “his” towel to the floor, finding her still in the same position I left her in. Her whole body was flushed red in embarrassment, her legs twitching to maintain the pose, and still she didn’t move. Her cunt was dripping even more than I remembered.
“Come here, slut.”
She nearly stood up, but stopped herself in time and instead waddled over in the same position.
“Good cunt.You are trainable,” I said, reaching down to pat head when she was in reach. “Fetch my boxers.”
She waddled back to where my boxers were, on the floor, looked at them. I could see her wondering how she was going to do this. Her mind working, eager to please me, despite such ludicrous task. For her first attempt, she spread her legs, wider and wider, trying to
get her mouth low enough down pick up my boxers. She even tried squatting, but no matter what she tried, it just didn’t work. I was enjoying himself and laughing at the ridiculous sight I created.
“You can crawl, hands and knees”, I relented, “and say thank you.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She got on all four and grabbed my boxers with her mouth and crawled back to me. I took them from her and put them on.
“Fetch my socks.”
She crawled back to my clothes, found a sock, took it in her mouth, carried it to its match and take the second sock in her mouth and like before crawled back. We repeated this little game until I was completely dress.
“Good girl,” I patted her head again, “Say thank you.”
“Thank you, Sir.“
“And now for the finishing touch.” I got a permanent marker from off her refrigerator and grabbing her throat, pulled her up enough to comfortably let me write “SLUT” across her tits.
“All done” and I deposited the pen into her asshole, pushing it in just deep enough for it to stay. She shut her eyes, as it eased in, her cunt was already aching again in need.
“Say thank you,” he said, slapping my ass playfully.
“Thank you, Sir.“
“Play with yourself until I tell you to stop”
She did, gratefully, greedily, feverishly unsure how much time I’d allot her. She shoving her fingers in her cunt and twisting her tits. Then used the marker, I left in her butt, as a dildo while the other hand keep shoving in and out of her sopping wet pussy. She looked so wild and out of her mind.
I don’t think her came to her senses, until after I was gone and rang her on her cell phone.
 :
“Stop.”
Her whimper was even audible on the phone. “Thank you, Sir,” She chiming in before I had a chance to tell her.
Later she told me she laid there, on the floor, making no effort to move or take out the pen from her ass, simple laying on her side, tracing the letters I marked on her tits, until she fell asleep completely satisfied.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/b24cs5/say_thank_you_mfrough_sexpet_play
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