You pull up to the motel I sent you – it is a midscale place, a bit rundown, but not a fleabag special. You park the car, then check your phone – room 119 is where you are meeting me. It is on the ground floor; in fact you can see it from your parking stall, three doors down.
You sit in your car and breathe heavily, your heart racing, not sure if you are ready to meet me. I have been your owner for months, but only online. From the thought of what I might do to you — brutal anal, nipple torture, sanding down your cunt so your folds are raw — your cunt is dripping, but your common sense is wondering if this is a good idea.
Finally, you take a deep breath and get out of the car, bang the door shut behind you, and walk down the building to 119. As you can walk you can feel the plug in your ass, the plug that I have you keep in your ass all the time when your husband isn’t around. He knows you play around — you have an open relationship — but you’ve never told him you’re owned.
You slowly lift your hand and rap on the door.
“Who’s there” you hear me call out.
“Your property sir” you answer, in a whisper. You hear the doorknob rattle and I open the door a crack. “What was that, I didn’t hear you.” I say.
“Your property sir,” you say in a more normal tone of voice, your face flushing.
“Good meat, come in.” I open the door and stand to the side, letting you get into the motel room.
You come through the door and a I close it behind you. The room is a pretty typical motel — chest of drawers with TV on top, desk/table, and a bed. The bathroom is at the back of the room, along with a small closet for clothes.
You stand at the foot of the bed by the dresser and look back at me. “Strip, fuckmeat” I order, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge.
You flush at the thought of being fat and naked in front of me, but reach down and grab the hem of your shirt. You pull it over your head and toss it to one side. You bra is scarlet, standing out vividly against your pale your skin, and your tits threaten to spill out of the double D cups.
You turn around, and pull your pants down slowly, showing me your ass in a scarlet thong which matches the bra. Stepping out of your pants, you turn around and pose for me in your underwear, putting your hands behind your head and thrusting your chest out.
“Not bad, fat slut,” I say. “Underwear off.”
You undo your bra and bend down, letting your bra straps slide down your arms and your tits hang down, before letting it drop on the floor at your feet. Your thong is next to go; you turn around and bend over and slide it down your legs,giving me a view of your asshole and cunt.
“Stay,” I order, and you stay bent over. I stand up and walk over to you, saying “Legs apart, cunt meat.” You slide your legs apart, fulling exposing your cunt and ass.
“Crack!” Suddenly my hand lands on first your left ass cheek, then your right, leaving two bright red hand prints on your ass. You let out a surprised yelp.
Then, you feel my hands spread your ass cheeks wider, stretching your exposed asshole and cunt open. You flush, your insides exposed to me. I let go, and you feel me roughly push a finger through your folds into your cunt. My finger gives your cunt half a dozen strokes, then you feel it slide up your folds to your asshole and push in.
You whimper as my finger, lubed only with your cunt juice, invades your ass. I wiggle the finger inside your asshole, then slide it out.
“Your holes are almost as tight as you claim slut. Stand up and turn around,” I order.
You stand up, and I order “Legs spread wide, hands behind your head.” You assume the position and I shake my head, looking you up and down.
“Such a fat slut. Mouth open, fuckmeat.” You open your mouth, and I slide two fingers in, pushing them into your throat until you gag. “Not bad, not great, whore,” I say. “On your knees, fuckmeat.”
As you kneel, I pull my pants down and sit on the edge of the bed. “Worship my cock, slut.” I order you.
You bend your head down to my crotch and start by kissing my balls, then lick your way up my shaft with small flicks of your tongue. You open your mouth wide, and slide my cock into your mouth, pushing it down into the back of your throat. I moan softly.
You pull back and breathe, and I say “What are you, slut?”
“Your property, sir,” you answer.
“And what is your name, slut?” I ask.
“Fuckmeat, sir.”
“Lift your hair,” I order. You lift your hair up off your neck, and I pull a green nylon dog collar from my pocket and wrap it around your throat, clicking it shut on you.
“You’re my bitch, fucktoy, bark for me, slut.”
“Ruff,” you manage, flushing bright red.
I grab the back of your head and pull your mouth back onto my cock. You whimper as I force my cock into your mouth, the thickness of my shaft stretching your lips wide. I push you down onto my cock again and again, forcing you to deepthroat, over and over, until finally I let you come up for air. You kneel in front of me gasping and wheezing as I stand up.
“Up on the bed, fuckmeat,” I order you.
You scramble up on to the bed on all fours, looking back at me fishing in a black backpack by the end of the bed. You see me stand up, with ropes in my hands.
“Wrists to by your ankles, meat,” I order.
The ropes feel rough on your skin as I bind your wrists to the ankles with the ropes, securing you on all fours with your ass in the air. You wiggle a bit and realize you are helpless: you cannot move from all fours with your ass high in the air, your asshole wide open and exposed. You remember my promise to fuck your ass with just spit for lube and whimper.
“Crack!” my hand hits your ass and you moan. I spank you with my hand rhythmically and forcefully, as you moan and whimper. The pain’s not too bad, though, until I pull out a wooden spoon.
By the time I am done beating your ass cheeks with the spoon, your ass is bright red and you have been reduced to a screaming, sobbing mess.
Then, I grab you by the hair, lifting your head off the bed, and push my cock into your mouth. You gag and whimper, drooling all over my cock and the bed, as I give you a quick face fuck.
You feel the plug pop out of your ass, and then I push the plug against your lips. It is warm from being inside you for hours. “Open up, fuckmeat,” I tell you, and you part your lips, letting me slip the plug fresh out of your ass into your mouth. “Don’t drop it,” I say, “Or I will sand your nipples raw.” You whimper, and then moan as you feel my cock rub up and down your folds and brush over your clit.
I tease your clit with the tip of my hard shaft, playing the tip up and down your folds, from your clit, across your cunt entrance and up to by your asshole, then back down. You groan and try to push back, trying to get me into your slutty, dripping, cunt, but you know it’s not going to work — I told you I was going to take your ass. But you will try anything to keep me from splitting your ass open.
Finally, I slide my cock up to your asshole and you feel the tip of my cock start to push in. You whimper then scream as my thick shaft forces its way in — it feels like I am ramming a tree trunk into your ass using no lube, stretching you wide and ripping you up. I slide in steadily and remorselessly as you keep screaming and thrashing against your bonds, until all six inches of my cock is buried balls deep in you. Then I slide out and do it again, and again, and again….you lose count of the number of times I penetrate your tight asshole, splitting it slowly open, giving you time to feel each agonizing inch.
Suddenly, you feel me stop and something cool hit your asshole; you sigh, realizing that it must be lube. Then you feel me grab your hips and slam inside your asshole, hard and fast, balls deep. You scream from the sudden stretch, and keep screaming and crying as I pound you hard and fast. You thought lube would be better, but this brutally hard and fast ass fuck is excruciating — my cock still feels like it is ripping in you half with every thrust.
Finally you feel me cum deep in your asshole, and you whimper in relief that the ass fuck is over. I slowly pull out of your asshole, and you sigh as my cock pops out of you.
You scream, however, when I suddenly push a thick plug into your ass. The metal is cold and heavy in you, trapping my cum inside.
I undo your wrists from your ankles, and slide the plug out of your mouth. “On the floor, kneeling,” I say, pointing to the foot of the bed. You scramble down off the bed and kneel in front of me, and I smile. “What do you say fuckmeat?”
“Thank you sir for using this worthless meat.”
“Very good fuckmeat. Now clean me off.”
You bend your head to my cock and slide it into your mouth, and slowly suck it clean of your ass, lube, and my cum, using your tongue to lick my balls clean as well.
To be continued…..
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/no2elx/fat_dumb_sluts_first_time_with_her_owner_part_1