In case you missed Part I
He said something to His friend and ended the call, tossing the phone on the bed. He shifted my head around before His palm connected sharply with my cheek. "You are my whore, and I want you to please my friend. Do you understand?"
Still on my knees with one hand on His rock hard dick, I tried to focus.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir. Do you want me to just suck him?"
He let go of my hair, stepped back, and assessed me. After a long minute, He answered. "I won't be able to stay. You know that, but I want you to suck and fuck him, so he can face the world again. He's stressed. You are to put him back together. Do you understand now?"
I met His stare without hesitation, resting both hands on my knees. "Yes, Sir."
"What turns me on?"
"Obedience, Sir. "
"Exactly, and what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to suck and fuck your friend for as long as it takes until he feels better and is back in one piece."
"Good girl. Now get on the bed."
I obeyed, scrambling from the floor to get on my hands and knees on the still partially made bed. I arched my back to lift my ass to Him. My mind and emotions were drunk off the rich flavor of the dark pool of submission that pulsed through me. I'd never been so ready mentally, emotionally, and physically for Him to fuck His whore.
In one smooth stroke the head of His dick slid through my slick cunt lips and sank deeply into the grip of my hot juicy tunnel.
Agonizing pleasure ripped through me like a live electrical current. My hands clawed the soft blanket under me. I've never fucking enjoyed dick more. "Fuck yes," I whispered. I can't explain it. Not even to myself. The simple pure physical sexual pleasure He gives me is divine. No other Man has ever provided me with such mind-altering intensity just through the act of dick to pussy. Like a cello, His every stroke makes me sing.
Unhurried, He punished my womb deeply. Long steady strokes fractured my thoughts. Only His consumption and use of me mattered.
Head down.
Ass up.
My pussy His toy.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
"What's your job tonight?"
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
I whimpered and replied, "To suck." In. Out. IN "And fuck." Out. In. Out. "Your friend." INNNN "Until he's...put...back together." I moaned.
Out. In. Out. Innnnnnn. "Exactly. You're my whore." Out. In. In. In. "And I can loan you out." Out. Innnnnnn. "Whenever." In. In. In. "I want." Grinding INNNNNNN...
A violent orgasms ripped through me.
In. Out. IN. Out. INNNN...
In. Out. IN. Out. INNNN...
I came again.
He didn't stop.
In. Out. IN. Out. INNNN...
In. Out. IN. Out. INNNN...
I kept cumming. The orgasms would shoot through my body like a firework burning me from the inside out.
In. Out. IN. Out. INNNN...
In. Out. IN. Out. INNNN...
He just continued to hammer my hole.
Fuuuuuck.
He.
Fed.
His.
Whore.
An endless fucking feast.
The lightning hot orgasms shook me to pieces. I was helpless. At His mercy. Left gasping, stunned.
He pulled out with a smack to my ass. "Stay. I want a picture."
Short pants escaped my mouth. I didn't move. I didn't have the mental capacity available to lift a finger. I faced away from Him. My long purple summer dress gathered around my waist, a fat white ass and long thick legs folded under me, a well fucked swollen pussy, a tight brown asshole as yet unmolested. One shutter sound. Two. Three.
"Very fucking good," He said before shoving Himself deep in me again to pound moments later.
Greedily I took. "Fuck yes!" THIS is what I'd waited a lifetime for! My beast roared and possessed my body. I was a primal beast in heat.
He gripped my hips, and we found a brutal animalistic rhythm. Slapping flesh echoed through the room. My moans and growls the accompaniment. More orgasms exploded in me with every thrust of His steel dick. My cunt clenched around Him as convulsions broke over me, and for the first time in my life I nearly fucking screamed.
I choked on it. Literally choked. Even as I came again in a wet sloppy hot mess between my thighs. I couldn’t draw a full breath.
His phone rang again, and He answered with His dick sinking into me. Our pace barely relented as His native tongue licked my ears. It didn’t even occur to me to quiet my responses. Every time He pushed into me was an assault of pure pleasure and sin, and my earthy groans my guttural gesture of thanks.
He held the phone above my head. “Let my friend listen to you.”
Shorter nasty thrusts had my eyes rolling back in my head. Then He ground His pole into me, and I came again as His blatant pride in His whore collided with a dozen mental erotic mental pressure points. His utterly confident Dominance. An audio voyeur at His mercy. The actualization of my whore. I was lost in the chaos that was us.
He pulled out and put the phone in my hand. “Talk to him.”
My brain struggled to form a single thought above the overwhelming sexual bliss coursing through my every cell. I moaned as aftershocks continued to rack my body.
“Talk to Him,” He ordered as He shoved my vibrator set on high inside my beat up hyper sensitive cunt.
“Oh fuck...I’m going to come again. Fuck...I can’t...stop. I...I don’t know what He’s doing to me. Yes...yes...fuck YES!!!” I can't remember what his friend may have said if anything.
He let up. "Tell him what you'll do to him."
I groaned both relieved and at a loss that my cunt was momentarily no longer full and tried to catch my breath. "He told me I'm suppose to suck you like I do Him." Deep breath. "I'm going to wrap my hot mouth around the head of your dick and suck you down as my tongue..."
"Stop. Stop. You're going to make me cum on the phone. Let me talk to Him."
I smiled and handed back the phone. Then I clenched my head, trying in vain to find sanity again. I never found it. Within minutes He was off the phone and driving the vibrator in me. I don't know if it lasted thirty seconds or another fifteen minutes. All I remember is squirting on the bed so hard it soaked through a blanket, a sheet, and stayed drenched for hours.
He finally pulled out the vibrator with a brutal smack to my ass. "Good girl."
I moaned. The change in sensation brought me half way back, but the pain simply sent me flying in another direction. I was completely His, more vulnerable than I'd ever been to another. Another smack whipped across my ass and another. I needed...I needed... I simply whispered, "Please..."
Somehow...He knew.
The slap to my pussy exploded in my mind like a bomb and unhinged me from my last thread of reality.
I spread my legs a little wider.
Again, He spanked my tender cunt.
The blow sent me lunging forward. I panted even as I returned to take more.
Another vicious slap.
Another.
Heaven and hell.
"Is it too much?" He asked.
SLAP.
Lunge.
I moaned long and deep but returned.
"Is it too much?"
SLAP.
He asked again. "Is it too much?"
I was dying from the vicious pain, but I literally...
Did
Not
KNOW
What the fuck the
HONEST
Answer
WAS!
Finally my mind settled on the only truth I had..."Thank you, Sir."
SLAP.
Lunge.
Groan..."Thank you, Sir."
Return.
I hated it, but I fucking loved it. I didn't want it to end.
Again and again He repeated my torment.
That mindfuck - the simultaneous conflict of sheer utter need for more pain and the fear of that same pain - was like tectonic plates grinding against one another about to birth mountains in my mind. I was truly a slave...to Him...and to my need for every piece of the brutal sweet chaos between us.
~DominaKat
To be continued...
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