My master and I shared a common fantasy - I wanted to be on video and be seen by thousands in amateur porn. He wants to put me out there, showing the world his little slut as she fucks random men on his command. Was this a mutual need to feed our egos? Maybe a little, but for me it was mostly to please my master, to prove I am his whore, to do as he pleases, and in turn, aroused by his desires and demands of me. I knew the risks - the potential exposure, having my image on a free porn website for all the world to see, being discovered by someone who knows me. Despite these risks, I knew my master would protect my identity. I wanted to be on video, I wanted to be owned, I wanted him to take control and make our fantasy come true.
I had not considered the specific details of how I wanted to be videotaped, or what acts I would perform or with whom. My master said he would set up everything for my next visit, but only know that he would fuck my ass hard for all to see. The only thing he said with certainty was that I was to pack a school girl outfit and pony tails for my long hair. This was the only instruction I was given prior to flying out to see him. I also ordered tattoo concealer online. I have distinctive tattoos that would easily give my identity away to someone who knew me or knew of me. All I had to do was pack, fly out to see him, and await further instructions.
My trip began as any other visit to my master - flying in on a weeknight, the eternal drive back to his apartment waiting and waiting for the delicious first fuck upon my arrival. For the trip, I wore a tight short revealing red sundress with tall stilletto red heels for the flight. With each visit I push the boundaries of slutty attire for the plane flight. My master likes to visualize the men staring at me, to imagine my slightly flirtatious manner taking over, even though in life I am oblivious to the stares and flirts. He loves knowing that I will indulge him and tell him the details of chatting with various strange men, to know that they are stealing peeks at my tits as I lean in and speak in a soft but sultry voice. He is always confident in the knowledge that no matter what, no one fucks me unless he gives permission. I do not wear my wedding rings when I see my master. Instead, always wear the ring he gave to me to symbolize our commitment to each other and his ownership of me as my master.
My master picks me up from the airport, and we drive to his apartment. No sooner is my luggage on the floor when he grabs me and pulls me into him. The long hug, the kiss, so delicious, wanted and longed for by both. His hands caressing my back and moving slowly to my ass, first softly rubbing then gripping firmly. My arms wrapped around his strong body and we trade delicate kisses on each others' necks.
Suddenly, without warning, he tightens his grip on my body and lifts me and throws me onto the bed! I land on my stomach and know that this was not a time for making love or soft sensual sex. Instead, I was going to be pounded by my master. I freeze as he bends over me and does not bother to take his clothes off. He pulls his thick hard cock out through the zipper of his shorts and begins shoving it into my pussy. He does not care if I am wet, he just shoves his cock in and pulls my hips up into him as he stands at the side of the bed. He is fucking my pussy, pounding it hard with his hard cock, and all I can do is moan loudly. He calls me his "fucking cunt whore", and I do not fight him or dare beg for what I want. He is in control and he knows what I need. Then he pulls out, yanks me off the bed and I land hard on the floor. I instinctively get on my knees. I know what he will make me do next and I want to see if I can do it better than the last time I was with him, until some day I can do it exactly the way he likes it.
I could feel the rug burns on my knees as he grabbed my hair and dragged my body into position. He began fucking my face with his thick long cock, grabbing the back of my head and kept shoving his cock down my throat. Tears ran down my face and I gagged at the taste of my pussy and the tight fit of his thick cock in my mouth. I put my arms around him and grab his ass for balance. This time I am helping push his body into me and getting his cock further down my throat. Tears running down my face, gagging, choking, sucking, slurping, and trying harder not to pull back. I think to myself, "Have I improved at all, master? Am I pleasing you the way you like?" Without warning, my master suddenly pulls back, takes off his clothes, extends his hands to pull me up, and slides my sundress over my body. He gently picks me up and lays me down on the bed on my back and climbs on top of me, the full weight of his body on me as he slides his cock inside of my now dripping wet tight pussy. I am excited when he tells me I have improved some, but I still need so much work to give him the blow job he so richly desires from me. I feel disappointment again as I still have not improved enough and the sinking realization that I have a long way to go before I can suck his cock exactly as he desires, and the reward of his hot thick cum shooting down my throat.
He continues to slide in and out of me with more passion than force now, but he is speaking in a low tone in my ear. He is filling me in on the details of tomorrow. I was getting fucked on camera and there would be other men fucking me. I was to do exactly as I was told, or else. "Or else" was meaningless; I had no choice and I wanted to please him. I try to do better each time I see him, but it is a process. This slower fucking was a small reward for my slight improvement in sucking his cock, but I was not even close to meeting his requirements. He said I would be seen by many and he would control the video. I would be exposed for the world to see as his slave, and to expect to be sore and raw by the time he was finished with the video. I felt fear and arousal at the prospect of proving myself worthy of being his whore, to continue being his whore. The conflicting feelings caused my pussy to reach full ecstasy and I could feel the inside explode into delightful spasms of multiple orgasms. That was my first mistake.
Before the throbbing could stop, my master pulled out and jumped off the bed. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the bathroom. He then shoved me up against the mirror and rammed his cock so hard into my ass I screamed. He growled at me that I did NOT have his permission to cum. What a stupid fucking cunt that I could not control myself and again violate "the rule" - I could not cum until he told me to cum. We had been working at training my body to cum on command but my mind slipped with the fear and arousal of what tomorrow held that my body took over. The pain was excruciating and he brutally pounded my ass harder and harder. He was holding one hip with one hand and controlling my head with his other by grabbing my hair tight in his fist and pulling hard. He loved to grab my hair and pull it back to make me look in the mirror. Slowly the pain dissipated and I began to moan in pleasure. He was not interested in my pleasure. My lesson was brutal for disregarding "the rule" and he ordered me to shut the fuck up so he could cum.
He came in my ass, volumes of cum in my ass, spilling onto the floor. My body instinctively cums when he does, but this time I knew better and forced myself not to get lost in the moment. He pulled out and ordered me onto my knees. I instinctively began sucking his cock clean, tasting the juices from my ass and my pussy along with the delicious taste of his cum. He was always in control and even though he came, he was not done with me as his slave. My evening was dedicated to obeying all his commands - speaking only when given permission, and all physical contact was driven by him until he ordered me to get ready for bed. I used the restroom, brushed my teeth and climbed naked into bed. He then pulled me into him and held me for the night, but not without an ominous warning - be prepared for everything and anything tomorrow and to remember I was his whore, no matter what, and there was no backing out. He drifted off to sleep as we laid in bed with our bodies glued together, but my eyes were wide open, wondering what he was going to make me do that would forever be preserved on video and seen by so many.
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I wake to the feel of my master grabbing me harder in embrace. I lay with my back to him and I can feel his hard cock against my backside. He gently pulls me toward him and he kisses my neck and plays with my tits. Then he rolls me onto my back and gently plunges his long thick cock inside my pussy. He would fuck me slowly and softly, then increase the intensity, until he was pounding my pussy hard, and then he would slow down again. He did not have to work today and he did not have to refocus his energy so he allowed himself to fuck me, hard and soft, hard and soft, until both he and I came. Then we laid in each others arms and drifted off to sleep again. He is a good master and he respects that I cannot be a slave when I first wake-up so when he fucks me in the morning I am allowed to cum without his permission.