A Slut with no name (part 2) [BDSM] [oral] [facial] [spanking]

I had been at home for about an hour, when the buzzer from the gate went off. I looked at the camera, and saw her long black hair moving with the wind as she rolled down her window. I clicked the button to open the gate, and let her drive in. This was going to be fun!

I waited about five minutes, wanting her to wait naked in front of my door, then walked to the front door and opened it, just as she was ready to ring the doorbell for the third time.

“Well, well, well”. I smiled, and we both know what she meant.

She was naked, indeed, with her necklace on, and on high heels. She had a mackintosh in one hand- most likely, what she wore on her way. I smiled, and signaled her to come in. Instead, she turned around, and offered me a view of the most perfectly rounded ass, then bent over, and gave me an even better view at her plug, still in, as requested.

“Good girl!”

“Can I trust you to come in, you dirty old pervert?” There she was again, sassy, and teasing.

“Shouldn’t you have asked yourself that before you drove here?”

I moved away, and, as she passed by, I could smell the discrete, yet sexy, perfume she was wearing.

I led her into the kitchen, where I was fixing dinner.

“What are you fixing?”

“Steak”

“I hate steak”.

I ignored her.

“Take a sit. There’s vodka in the bar. Turn around, walk straight through the door to your left, and you should see the bar.”

“How do you know what I drink?”

For the first time, she seemed panicky.

“At the bar. That’s what you ordered. You didn’t ask for options, you didn’t hesitate. You ordered it.”

She walked away, still on heels, her amazing curves in full display, and came back with a glass of vodka, sipping slowly.

“So, what now?”

“Now, we wait, and eat.”

“I told you, I hate steak”

I ignored her. Again.

My steak was about done, so I set it on a plate, next to my veggies, already done, and sat on my stool, at the counter, and started eating.

“You’re just going to let me starve?”

I smiled. Mysteriously.

The door bell rang, and the delivery guy was going to be in for the surprise of his lifetime, as this was perfectly timed.

“Go open it” I pointed my fork at her, still chewing my food, then at the door.

“What?”

“Your dinner. Go open the door.”

She was shocked, but got up and was about to put her coat on.

“No. Naked”

“Are you insane?”

“No. But I am not the one hungry. Or maybe you’re not? Maybe I should have asked if you wanted “Cleo’s” garlic porkchops?I got up, and walked slowly to the vestibule, then returned with a white mask, that I tossed to her.

“Here, cover your face.”

She shook her head, put it on, then walked back to the front door, naked.

I heard a dialogue, some nervous laughing, then she came back with the bag of food- a box, actually.

I watched her removing the plate with the hot food, and pointed to the drawer with the silverware.

“Did you let your friends know where you are?”

She seemed thrown off, for a second.

“C’mon. If you didn’t, please do so now.”

She looked at me, then her spunk was back.

“ok, smart ass. Why don’t YOU tell them I am ok?”

She walked to the couch, grabbed the phone from her coat’s pocket, and came back, sliding it on the countertop to me.

“It’s not locked”

“Who am I messaging?”

“Angela”

My finger moved on the screen for a few minutes, clicking on the Apps that I knew were for socializing- Slack, Kik, Discord, Telegram, she had them all.

“Are you sure it’s not your “Sex and city group” I should be texting?”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” come the response. She sounded serious, but I didn’t care much. If anything, it was nice to see her out of her element a little.

“Carrie Bradshaw’s got nothing on my tonight!”. I was spelling it, as I was texting. ”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

I laughed, and tossed the phone back to her.

She cleaned her fingers, then clicked on the screen.

“Ha. Just like I thought. Pussy.”

I was waiting. The phone beeped.

“OMG! You texted THAT to Angela, you sicko?”

I put my palms up. “I warned you”

I cleaned the counter top while she was texting back and forth with her friend. When she was done, I looked straight at her, and asked

“So, who was it?”

“Who was who?”

“Who did you fuck from the bar?”

“You pig! Did you follow me?”

“Nope. I didn’t actually KNOW you did, until now. I mean, I suspected it, you have the post coitus look, the hunger is gone.” I paused just for a few second.

“So, was it the tall guy with long ponytail? Or the medium built bold guy who was drinking coke after coke?” It was the ponytail guy. But she’d never tell me. And I didn’t need to know.

“I want you to take a shower, Slut”

“Go down the hall, second door on your right, that’s where the bathroom is. When you’re done, slide open the closet door in the bathroom. There are different sizes and colors bathrobes. All new. ”

She took a small sip out of her vodka, set it down on a coaster on the coffee table, then walked away. I followed her with my eyes, and she knew it. As she was about to leave my line of sight, she bent over, took off her right shoe, and tossed it away, then turned about ninety degrees so her ass was clearly in my view, bent over again, and removed her other shoe, smiled at me provocatively then walked away.

I cleaned my kitchen, went to the bar and fixed myself a “Godfather” then waited for her on the couch.

“So, what, did you make a hobby or a career out of being a dirty perverted old timer?” She was pointing at the white bathrobe that was fitting her quite nicely.

I smiled. “No, but I want to be prepared.”

“Yeah, right.”

“What? You don’t believe me? You should have tasted my cum, it’s been brewing in for about a year”

She smiled, and I couldn’t tell if she believed me or not. Instead, she walked to the couch, and reached in her coat, taking out her butt plug. “Listen, Dumbledore, if you want to plug me, plug me. But find one that fits my ass.” She was staring at me, and, eyes locked onto mine, she licked her plug twice, then tossed it in my lap.

She came closer, and stood in front of me.

“You know, you’re a presumptuous ass”

“oh, how so?”

“I didn’t fuck anyone in that place. Although, I did cum before I got here.”

“Did you, now?”

“Yes, check your security cameras….” She was pointing at my phone while saying that.

I smiled at her, and pulled up my security cameras feed on my app. A few clicks, and I got to her arriving at my door. I re-winded back just a minute, enough to see her getting out of the car, walking slowly to the door, and, looking straight at the camera pointing at the front door, opening her coat and rubbing her clit, hard, to a quick orgasm.

I looked at her, and gave her a look that didn’t reveal much.

“I still want a dick in me, old man”

She had dropped her bathrobe and was, once again, standing naked in front of me.

“Hmmmm”

She came closer.

“Now?”

“Ehhh”

She straddled me, and her left hand cupped the back of my head.

“Now?”

“Neah. I think you can ask nicer, slut”

She bit her lower lip.

“I still want a dick in me, Sir”

She was now breathing on my lips, her dark brown eyes staring into mine. I reached and grabbed her left nipple, and squished hard.

“That’s a good slut”

Before she could say anything, I kissed her. Hard. Deep. And my hand kept pulling and twisting her nipple as I was kissing her.

I could feel myself getting hard as I was kissing her, and her lips pushing against mine, the look of hunger in her yes every time we gazed into each other’s eyes, her smell, her skin, they were all natural aphrodisiacs.

She reached and removed my hand from her nipple then lifted it to her lips and kissed my palm.

“Please, Sir. Just fuck me tonight. I’m a slut. Your slut if you’ll have me. But tonight. Tonight I want to be a woman for a bit.”

I kissed her. Harder than I’ve ever done. I was still kissing her when my hand freed my hard dick and, like a college boy excited on his first date, I pushed my shorts down using one hand, then put both hands on her back and told her “I’m all yours, and ready, Sylvia”

She smiled and put her palm on my face while slowly lowering her wet cunt onto my hard dick, using her other hand.

“I should be running. I should be worried that I walked into a trap. But I’m not. Why not, Sir?”

“Because you know I wouldn’t go around digging up information on you? Because you know I would not hurt you?”

“And how do I know that?”

Her hips were swinging and swaying while she was slowly grinding herself against me.

“Because I didn’t chase you out of that bar. If you wanted to walk away, you were free to do so. ”

She started moving up and down. Bouncing on me. Her pussy was soft and wet and her walls were squeezing my dick as she was bouncing on it.

“That’s when I decided to fuck you!” Her eyes were fire, but her cunt was even hotter.

She slammed herself down. The top of my cock hit the warmth of her wet inside and my entire body jerked.

“Oh, is that what happened there?”

I slid my hands under her ass, and pulled her up with me, my dick still deep inside her. She wrapped herself around me and we kissed again, as I was turning and slowly placing her in my spot.

With her legs wrapped around me waist, I locked my hands onto hers and pushed her arms back, against the backrest, then starting thrusting hard, using gravity in my favor, to allow me to push harder and deeper. It was raw sex, and nothing more. There was no pain. No control. Just hard, raw sex.

I wanted her to cum, and she did. Actually, she came twice, moaning and screaming loudly, a sequence of “oh shit” and “fuck” on a seemingly infinite cycle.

The last orgasm triggered me, too. I was ready, and my entire body screamed it out loud. I pushed myself all the way to the limit, then pulled out and stroked myself two or three more times, then started spraying her face with my hot cum. I did the best I could to avoid the eyes, but her mouth, cheeks and neck were all coated in white. I dropped next to her on the couch, out of breath, and ran my finger through the cum dripping from her chin, then offered her my finger to lick.

“Go wash yourself, you cum slut!” I was still out of breath, but the fuck was totally worth it.

We both showered, and while she was going first, I set up one of the guest rooms for her.

“Sir, I want to be your slut” she said coming out of the bathroom. “But, I can’t wear that necklace all the time. Can we find something else?” She was holding it hanging from the index of her left hand.

“Yes, we can. But you still shouldn’t have removed it without permission.”

I got up without saying another word and went into my tool cabinet, and came back with two different rolls of tape, a 20 inch wooden ruler, and a pair of scissors.

“Cut 8 pieces of the skinnier tape, each 1 inch long, and 4 more, each 2 inches long. Then, cut a 4 inch strip of the wider one.”

She looked at me, confused, but did it, with me watching her. When she was done, I grabbed my ruler and signaled her to follow me with all that into my office, then, while sitting down, I pointed to my desk “Hop on”. She sat on the desk in front of me, her naked body in all its splendor. I had seen many naked bodies before, but never a couple of areolas as perfectly shaped as hers.

I rolled my chair and pulled in front of her, then slowly started taping her tits, until the word S L U T was formed across them, making sure both nipples were covered.

When I was done, I grabbed her legs, and forced her body back, with legs wide spread, then taped her pussy.

“So, now you’ll remember you’re a slut without the necklace, and you’ll remember not to cum without my permission. You can only remove the tape to use the bathroom, then you must replace it with another strip exactly 4 inches long.”

“Yes, Sir”

She was a bit hesitant, but I knew she’d listen. She was a good girl.

“Now, get up, and turn around, lean against the desk”

She, once again, listened. I placed the ruler in front of her. “Read a number” “Just any number, read it” I added, when I saw her confusion. “Twenty”. I smiled. “Overachieving slut!”

I grabbed the ruler, and smacked her ass hard, once. “You” smack again, same cheek. “will” WHACK. “never” Whack “come” WHACK “without” WHACK “my” WHACK “permission” WHACK. WHACK. WHACK, WHACK. That’s ten. I then moved to the other cheek. WHACK. WHACK…ten more times. Twenty. She did choose ii.

I showed her the guest room, and told her that as long as her door is shut, I will not enter the room. She was free to walk anywhere in the house, my bedroom included, but her room was to be her own safe space.

I had been in my room for about half an hour, reading, when she came in.

“You still haven’t told me. How do you know my name?” She was standing naked, SLUT taped across her chest, and the grey tape covering her cunt.

I smiled.

“You never did ask me, Slut” I smiled, again, then continued.

“What happened when you walked in and sat down, at the bar?”

“I said that I wanted a vodka.”

She paused for just a second. “Fucking George.”

I laughed. George did indeed respond with “Hi Sylvia”.

“Don’t worry. I won’t use it. Your name is SLUT”

EDIT: I forgot to link the first part.

Here it is:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w7aiot/a_slut_with_no_name_part_1_intro_bdsm_anal_oral/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w7aiot/a_slut_with_no_name_part_1_intro_bdsm_anal_oral/)

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