Filthy Slut [BDSM][Rough][m/f] | 2016

Preface:

We had been toying around with BDSM; testing our boundaries and exploring the multiple facets of a Dom/Sub relationship. I have been and always will be a sub but I did not have a complete understanding of what I would be willing to explore. The stories I post here will chronicle that evolution.

Details for those interested:

I (28/f) am 5'6" with a somewhat athletic build, but a full, perky butt. My eyes are hazel and I have long, wavy brown hair.

He (32/m) is 6'3" and lean, but incredibly sculpted. Red hair, brown eyes.

The Story:

Be wearing something slutty and be wet when I get there. 

I stared at the text all afternoon until it was time to leave work. It was from my Master; he had never made demands like this before. There had always been a pretense.

I shivered uncontrollably and pressed a finger against my clit beneath my desk.

Once I got home from work I showered. He usually showed up an hour after I arrived home from work and that didn't leave me with much time to prepare. I meticulously shaved my pussy the way he preferred then headed to my bedroom to select the right outfit. All the while I frequently checked my phone. No contact since the initial message. It was intimidating. It was also incredibly thrilling.

I checked the time and determined that I likely had time enough time to do my hair and make-up before he arrived. I wasn't confident though, I was terrified that he'd barge in on me while I was preparing and punish me for not being ready.... But I so desperately wanted to please him, and to me, that was looking like the desperate, dirty little slut that I was.

Once I had finished applying my make-up and had slipped on my glossy black heels I checked the time. Shit! He would be there soon and I still didn't quite understand what he wanted of me. I was in a panic. My last punishment had left me so very uncomfortable; sitting was extraordinarily awkward for days afterward. My pussy grew wet at the memory and I squirmed as the moisture worked its way down my legs.

I resolved to sit on the couch in the front room and wait. He had commanded that I be wet when he arrived, and though I didn't think there was any worry of me not being wet, I looked at porn as I waited. Time trickled by so slowly, minutes felt like hours. He was late. No word from him.

An hour later I heard the familiar sound of his car. My heart was racing wildly. I shamefully hid my laptop beneath the couch; I shouldn't need porn to be wet for him. He entered through the kitchen door to find me bent over the kitchen island with my back to him; legs long and straight, skirt climbing up to reveal a tear along the crotch of my fishnet stockings.

"Good pet," he said appraisingly.

My heart fluttered.

"I want you so badly," I said, my hand reaching between my legs to stroke the glistening lips of my pussy.

He smiled; "Go upstairs and wait for me."

I obeyed.

When he joined me in the bedroom he wearing black slacks and shiny black boots, the uniform of my Master. His hair was meticulously combed, he wore no shirt. I opened my legs slightly and he studied me.

"I want you so badly," I repeated, smiling at him and reaching out to stroke his half hard cock through his slacks.

He pushed my hand away and told me to show him my pussy. I wriggled my dress up to my hips and pulled my legs further apart to reveal my dripping wet pussy through the torn tights. He smiled approvingly.

"Masturbate," he demanded.

I reached between my legs and quivered violently at my own touch. My pussy grew even wetter and I let out a small moan as I ran little circles around my clit.

"Do you want to come?" My Master asked, pulling his cock from his pants.

I moaned and my back arched slightly, "Yes!" My eyes were fixed on his cock.

"Stop."

I obeyed hesitantly and watched him approach me. I held my legs apart and squirmed impatiently. He stroked his cock slowly, tantalizingly. I couldn't wait for him to force his cock into me.

"Yes!" I cried, "Fuck me! I want your cock so fucking badly!"

He smiled cruelly; "Why would I want to fuck a filthy slut like you?"

My jaw dropped for a moment but my costume made me brazen. I raised myself to my elbows and I took his cock firmly in my hand. The blow to my face took me by surprise; my ears rang and spots danced before my eyes. His hand enveloped my throat. I squirmed as I felt the air squeezed from my lungs.

"Answer my question: Why would I want to fuck a filthy slut like you?"

When he released my throat I gasped for air. My hand rose to my stinging face. My heart was racing; I love this game. I sat up straight and looked him in the eye, "Because you know I'm the best. You wouldn't be here otherwise." I smiled wickedly at him and he smiled back at me, amused. I would pay for that.

"I'm going to put that mouth to better use." He grabbed my hair and forced my face closer to his cock. I reached for it with my tongue and stared up at him; I desperately wanted to taste his cock on my tongue, and he knew it. Still holding my head by my hair, he slapped my face with his rock hard erection. I couldn't help but moan and squirm beneath his hand. I was practically salivating waiting for him to let me taste his cock. After a little more teasing he finally found me deserving of a taste and slowly ran his cock along my tongue into my mouth. I moaned happily and sucked the head of his cock as he withdrew it. I was so hungry for him, I needed more than a taste. I grabbed his hips and ran my tongue along the shaft of his cock, then took him deep into my mouth. My tongue circled the head of his cock and I attempted to deep throat him. When I tried to withdraw he took my head in both hands and started fucking my mouth. I choked and gagged but my Master was relentless. I couldn't keep up with the pounding he was giving me and resolved to let him fuck my open mouth. Saliva ran down my chin and my eyes watered; I was whining or moaning, maybe both. He groaned suddenly and pushed his cock deep into my throat; I struggled and wrenched myself free with a gasping cry. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed then roughly hooked his fingers through the tear in my fishnet stockings. His eyes were cold when they met mine, and I couldn't help but blush; my pussy was soaking wet and practically throbbing. "Beg for my cock."

I wiped my chin with the back of my hand and smiled demurely at him; "No. I don't think you'll be able to stand it for much longer... not fucking me. I think that in the end you're going to fold and I'll win. I can wait..."

He growled and pulled my hips up to his cock so that it slid between my pussy lips. There were streaks of glossy red lipstick along the length of his shaft. I quivered as his cock passed over my clit and bit my lip. The power play was an unbelievable struggle, one I wasn't prepared to lose yet. I sat up and pulled the dress from my shoulders to reveal my perfect, perky breasts; nipple clamps bit into my nipples with a chain connecting them. He slowly shook his head and leaned in to squeeze one of my breasts then pulled the chain towards him. I winced as the clamp pinched my nipple, then he rammed the full length of his cock into me.

I screamed. I was deliriously hungry for more.

With a firm hold on my hips he continued to ram his cock into my pussy, every thrust felt more powerful than the last and he grunted as our bodies slammed together. He grabbed a handful of my hair and slapped my breasts; the clamps bit into my nipples and I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted me to fuck you didn't you? You wanted me to fuck you like the filthy slut that you are! Your pussy is just begging to be pounded!" He grunted and continued to thrust into me, harder and faster.... I worried that I had pushed my Master too far. Every stroke hurt so good!

"Yes! Use my pussy!" I screamed, gripping the sheets in my fists . I felt his hand close around my throat this time and I squirmed, then choked.

He continued to pound me, I could feel my juices running down my ass cheeks, the sheets dampening beneath me. I needed to scream but I couldn't... The pain from the unceasing onslaught of his cock was dizzying, or maybe it was the lack of oxygen. My hands gripped his forearm, I could feel the heat building in my pussy, the tension in my abs and lower back, the electrical sparks.... I could also feel a spark of fear. I struggled and tried to gasp for breath, but I couldn't. His hand tightened down on my throat and his eyes met mine. I mouthed the word that would put an end to my fear and my Master's hand came away from my throat. He pushed my legs down over my body and fucked me harder as I laid gasping for breath.

"A little slut like you should be able to take my cock without a problem," he teased.

"Fuck you," I spat.

He growled, then flipped me over onto my stomach like a rag doll. He pulled me up with a hand tangled in my hair and my eyes met my reflection in a mirror. My makeup was running down my cheeks and my lipstick had smeared. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as his cock pushed against my asshole. He removed his phone from his pocket and took a picture of our reflection in the mirror, then replaced it.

"Going to brag to all of your friends?" I mumbled, as confidently as I could with my hair being pulled back tight. I tried to clean up my makeup with the back of my hand but he pulled harder on my hair causing me to wince. His cock pushed harder against my asshole.

"I thought I'd give it to you as a souvenir," he whispered into my ear, then pushed me back down onto the bed. I whimpered, my pussy was throbbing. "Nobody would ever believe that I'd fucked you without it." I buried my face in the sheets of the bed and sighed as his hands dug into my hips. He quickly yanked my head up by my hair, "You watch as I fuck you." His cock slipped into my ass. I cried out and tried to maneuver him out, his cock is so painfully large for anal! As his cock slipped out of my ass and into my pussy he groaned. His hand was in my hair, the other struck my ass hard. I couldn't help but moan and grind my hips against him; I fucked him while he spanked me, my pussy juices running down my legs. My ass burned with every strike and soon I was fighting against his grip on my hair, trying to escape the blows. My moan became something of a squeal, then a scream as he relentlessly buried his cock into my pussy and took his frustration out on my ass. Suddenly it was over, and he pushed me away from him onto the bed. I moaned as I rolled over onto my back and my fingers quickly flew to my soaking wet pussy. I played with my clit as he looked down on me with amusement.

"Please fuck me! I'm so close!"

He laughed and shoved his cock deep into my throat. It throbbed against my tongue and as I began to choke he withdrew it, then shoved it hard again. He was grunting and panting; I knew he was close. He cried out as he shoved his huge cock down my throat one last time. It throbbed violently and I choked as his cum spurted down my throat. He slowly pulled his cock from my mouth, shooting another spurt or two into my mouth before pulling out completely and finishing on my face. I was coughing, having choked on his cum and cum dribbled from my lips onto my chest. Once I had recovered I licked my lips and looked up at him, my face streaked with cum and makeup, and he rubbed his cock into my face. I licked my Master's cock clean, then he pushed my legs back and shoved his cock back into my pussy. He picked up the chain from my nipple clamps and pushed it between my lips. My fingers worked feverishly at my clit, I could feel my orgasm building. He slapped my tits and I did my best to hold the chain in my mouth, but I couldn't help but release a moan and with it I released the chain. He fucked me harder;

"Put it back in your mouth," he warned.

I hurriedly rushed to obey and as I did I started to cum. It was spectacularly explosive, I threw my head back to scream, which caused the nipple clamps to be pulled off painfully; another explosion of fireworks. I twisted and moaned and screamed for him to fuck me harder, faster... He obliged.

The scene quickly deteriorated. Soon we were no longer a filthy little slut and her Master but a filthy little slut and the man that couldn't get enough of her. We fucked well into the night until we both collapsed, exhausted, sore and spent. The next morning I woke him with a blowjob to thank him for a scene well played.