She rolled over on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position. Boredom was eating at her; there was nothing worth watching on tv, and nothing else to do in that room. Nothing she was allowed to do, anyway. The cold in the room made her nipples stand up full and stiff, and she wished she could put on some more clothes. He wouldn’t be happy about that though, she had strict instructions to stay as he’d left her. Tossed over the back of the armchair was a thin grey blanket, which she grabbed and wrapped about her. The armchair was wingbacked, and made of leather like the couch, but it was much older and rather worn out. It still held an air of dignity despite its shabbiness, and she quite liked it. It was the only furniture in the room besides the couch and the tv, and a large faux-fur rug on the floor in the middle. There were no windows, only a door in the back corner of the room, through which he would enter. The door was never locked; she was obedient enough to stay put, and secretly she enjoyed the waiting. Today he was later than normal though, and she was growing fidgety. After another episode of a pointless tv show, she heard the gentle rattle of the doorknob for which she had been listening eagerly. She quickly switched off the tv, and throwing the blanket off of her, turned to watch him over the back of the couch. He entered wearing a slick, well-tailored grey suit that fit him perfectly, and a slight, self-satisfied smile. The formality of the suit was broken by the delicate tuft of chest hair which poked out from where he’d left the last two buttons of his crisp black shirt undone. His hair was swept a bit to one side as if he’d run his hands through it absentmindedly a few times, and his eyes were sharp and eager. He was the type of man that suits were made for, and just his slim silhouette in the doorframe gave her a twinge of pleasure between her legs. He closed the door behind him, and walked over toward the couch, eyeing her. “Hullo darling,” he said, as an avaricious smile spread across his face. There was a hunger in his eyes that both frightened and thrilled her. He stood over her a moment, looking her up and down, drinking in all that was his. She had on thigh-high stockings and a garter with no panties, and her breasts were exposed, with only a black leather collar around her neck. A pair of fingerless black lace gloves reached up her arms, to just above her elbows, and a pair of suede peep-toe black pumps completed her outfit. He felt his cock twitch as he took it all in. “You’re a good little whore who does as she’s told, aren’t you, my pet?” She nodded her assent, glancing into his eyes, and then staring down at his shoes. She had noticed a small, expensive-looking little bag in his hand, but didn’t dare ask about it. He set the bag by the armchair, and then took off his suit jacket and hung it over the back of the chair without speaking to her. He sat down and took off his shoes, placing them beside the chair before he acknowledged her again. He looked at her sharply. “You are a good little whore, and you have a deliciously tight little pussy, especially for the dirty slut that you are, but you are lacking in something. You know what it is, don’t you?” She looked up at him hesitantly. Yes, she knew what it was. She nodded and he smiled knowingly. “Today I have brought a little toy to give you some training, as you are so desperately in need of it, my little cunt.” He stood up abruptly. “Get down on the floor and get on your knees.” She obeyed immediately. He saw the little wet spot she had left on the couch. “Are you horny, you little slut?” She looked up at him. “Well, answer me, whore!” he commanded. She replied, “Yes sir, I am,” in a quiet voice. He smiled again; her delicate voice and her deferential demeanor pleased him. “Yes, you are a filthy little cockeater, aren’t you? You love to feel a thick throbbing rod in that tight little pussy of yours. You squeak and moan when I put it in your precious little asshole, but I know a dirty slut like you loves it, don’t you?” He grinned. She loved when he talked this way to her, reminding her what a filthy cock-hungry slut she was, always begging for more, and she loved that she turned him on. “Get back on the couch,” he said, “I want to lick that pretty little asshole of yours before we get started.” She quickly climbed back up on the couch, the wetness of her pussy beginning to run gently down her thigh. “Stand up and bend over, slut,” he told her, and she obliged. With her standing on the couch, he only had to bend slightly to reach her ass with his mouth. Looking between her legs she saw his beautiful grey pants bulging with his massive cock. She felt his tongue on her thigh, licking up what had spilled over, and then on her clit, sending jolts of pleasure all throughout her. He penetrated her with his fingers, and gave her several more excruciatingly pleasurable licks before he moved on to her asshole. He abandoned her pussy, and focused on eating out her asshole, prodding and caressing her with his tongue, pushing her to the brink. Abruptly he pulled away, and she let out a groan of disappointment. He slapped her tight round ass and laughed. “You didn’t think I was going to let you cum, did you? You know better than that, my little fucktoy.” He adjusted the crotch of his pants which were barely able to contain his raging hard-on. “Get back on the floor slut, it’s time you learned a little something about pleasuring a man.” She obeyed, slowly, disappointed with her thwarted orgasm. He slapped her ass again, much harder this time. “Do as you’re told, whore.” He grabbed the little bag he’d set down by the chair and opened it. She saw him pull out a long, impossibly thick silver dildo and smile at her. “I told you I brought you a toy.” Kneeling behind her, he rubbed the tip of the dildo over her wet pussy, spreading her lips and teasing her. “You want it, don’t you?” he asked her, his voice filled with lust. A desperate groan escaped her lips in reply. He suddenly pushed the dildo up inside her, causing her to cry out in pleasure and surprise. “You were just made to take cock, weren’t you, you filthy cunt? Another girl might have cried at this dildo, and you’re taking it all, and fucking loving it! Shows what a dirty slut you are.” He slapped her ass again. “It vibrates, you know.” He pulled something else out of the bag that she didn’t see, and all of a sudden felt the vibration inside of her, making her feel weak with pleasure. “That’s right, slut, it has a remote control.” She moaned with pleasure. “But you have to earn it.” Suddenly the vibration stopped, and she gasped for more. He walked around and sat in the armchair in front of her, undoing his pants as he went. “I told you I was going to train you.” He pulled his massive dick out of his pants; a good ten inches long, and thick as all hell. It was especially large because he was so fucking turned on. She loved that cock slamming her pussy and tearing up her ass, but she never liked to swallow it. She was never good at deep-throating, and she always choked on his enormous cock. He loved to get sucked off, however, so he was going to make sure she learned how to do it well. He showed her the remote control for the shiny new dildo he’d stuffed inside her: it was a slim silver-colored ring. He touched the front of the ring and she moaned involuntarily at the shock of pleasure she felt as the dildo began to stimulate her again. “That’s right, whore. You want to cum, don’t you?” “Yes,” she replied, almost inaudibly, “Yes, it hurts. I want to cum so bad it hurts!” He smiled, “Well, it’s all up to you now,” he said as he slipped the ring down to the base of his throbbing cock. “Touch the ring with your lips and you can fuck yourself to oblivion with that dildo.” He gave her a moment to let that sink in before he pulled one last thing out of the bag and stood up and walked over to her. “To keep you from cheating…” he locked her hands behind her back with a pair of velvety black handcuffs. She looked at him desperately as he walked back past her and sat down with his massive member swinging in her face. How could he expect her to reach that ring with her lips? She would choke to death before she ever came. On the other hand her pussy was throbbing with excitement and she was so hot and wet that it hurt, and she knew he wouldn’t let her have release any other way. She edged forward on her knees and took his fat cock in her mouth. “That’s a good little whore,” he whispered, and grabbed hold of her hair. She sucked and licked on the head of his cock for a while before lowering her head and sliding her mouth down the length of his thick rod. He fucking loved seeing her with her cheeks stretched across his engorged member, struggling to contain it. “You fucking slut!” he moaned as she slid as far down his cock as she could. She pulled back for air before pushing the hot throbbing mass of his dick back inside her mouth. She didn’t get anywhere close to the ring the first time, but she was determined, and focused on relaxing her throat. He was thoroughly enjoying watching her struggle, and watching her try so hard to fit him all inside her. It took some time, but she slowly inched her way farther and farther down his thick shaft, learning to adjust her breathing and suppress her gag reflex to get more of him inside her. She almost choked when she finally touched the ring and felt the spasm of pleasure from the dildo vibrating inside her. She pulled away from his cock and took a deep breath, but quickly returned to feel that glorious sensation again. He could tell she was getting close, so he grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock. She grunted in protest, but he held her and looked down into her eyes. “You are not permitted to cum before me, slut. Do you understand? You are my little whore, my fucktoy. You exist to pleasure me, and that’s what you’ll do. You’ve been good today so I’ll allow you to cum once I’m done. Understood?” “Yes sir,” she whimpered. He smiled and shoved her back down to finish what she’d started. She had to be careful not to touch the ring for too long lest she cum. She was so hot she could barely help herself. She felt his dick grow impossibly hard and knew he was going to finish. She barely felt the hot cum because he was so far down her throat, but she felt the spasms in his dick as he shot his load into her. “Fuck!” he moaned as he felt the tension rise to the breaking point. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you little slut!” he shouted as he felt the rush of pleasure and sweet release as he came. He held her head and fucked her face as he came, and she felt the dildo in her pussy going crazy as he thrust up against her, the ring hitting her lips. When she came, spams wracked her whole body and she felt electricity run from her pussy all the way out to her fingers and toes. She collapsed, and he pulled her off of his dick, laughing. “You’re a quick study, my darling whore!” He reached over and unlocked her handcuffs. “You may take out the dildo now, you filthy girl,” he said with a satisfied smile. She reached between her legs and gently pulled it out. “Lick it clean, slut,” he told her, and she slowly obliged, tasting the tangy sweetness of her own pussy as he buttoned up his pants. He took the dildo from her and threw it back in the bag with its remote. Slipping the bag over his arm, he bent down and picked her up. “We’re off to have a shower, you and I, though the filth will never truly wash off of you, my dirty cock sucker.” He chuckled and said, “But you deserve it, you did well today.” She rested her head against his chest as he carried her out of the room.