Carlys Wmaf Fantasy Pt 03

(All characters over 18. Read the other chapters first. Note: These stories straddle the line between BDSM and interracial. As they're mostly interracial, I've included the first two chapters there but wanted to drop one chapter here just to share. I'll be putting future installments into the interracial category. This is a white male / asian female kink and there's some small amount of language that would otherwise be considered racist. If that bothers you, please just skip this story and move on to the next one. Everything in this is 100% consensual)

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Not wasting time basking in post-coital bliss, I grinned at Carly and gave her a kiss, hopping quickly out of bed. I went to my bag and rifled through, finding the razor and shaving cream I tossed them on the bed beside her. "I'm going to go shopping real quick. I want you to go take a bath and shave that cunt smooth. Then you're to get on your knees in bed and finger your cunt until I get back. The bigger the puddle you leave on the bed, the harder I'll fuck your tight little ass when I return."

Carly's eyes lit up and she eagerly snatched the items, swinging her long, smooth legs out of bed. I watched her perfect ass sashay into the bathroom as I put my clothes back on. Pulling up Google maps in the elevator I found a sex shop nearby. I figured that was as good a place as any to start a search. I luckily found exactly what I was looking for and purchased it along with a couple other items. I hopped back in the car and was back to the hotel in less than half an hour. I tried not to sprint back to the room, forcing myself under control. As I started to swipe the key card, I paused at the door to listen. Very, very faintly, I could hear Carly's voice, "Please, Master. Please fuck my ass. Please use my ass. Please rape my ass. Please. Please. Teach me how to be a proper anal slut master. Please. Please."

If my cock hadn't already been bursting, it would have sprung instantly to attention. As it was, I had to adjust myself slightly as it strained for release. I swiped the card and entered the room. On the bed, as instructed, was Carly. Her knees were spread wide and her ass was sticking straight in the air with her face and chest down on the bed. She was spreading her cunt and stroking her clit and sure enough, there was a large puddle underneath her from where she was dripping. I could see her cunt juices shiny on her legs. "Keep your face down, slut."

"Yes, Master," she said. I started taking my clothes off and then had an idea. I pulled the belt out of my pants quickly and noisily. Carly gasped, suspecting what was coming next.

"I'm going to take the belt to your ass, slut. One lash for every year you've known me and haven't begged for my cock from your knees. Is that fair?"

"Yes, Master. But is only one stroke per year sufficient? It's a horrible offense for a well bred Asian concubine to deprive a white Master of what's rightfully his."

"You're such an eager little slut puppy. But maybe you're right. I'll do five per year," I said as I lashed the first strike down on her ass, sending a shudder through her body and causing her to gasp and moan.

"Five? Master. So many," she said, stroking her clit faster.

"Are you complaining, bitch?"

"No, Master. My body is yours to use, abuse and mark. You don't need an excuse or justification to take the strap to me, Master. I only hope I can control myself and not cum from your kind torment."

I lashed her ass two more times in quick succession causing her body to shake violently. I had no doubt that if I told her to cum, she'd do so instantly. "You won't cum because you're a good little slut and you know that obedience is the most important virtue."

"Yes, Master. You're right of course." I then took a few minutes, smacking her ass and alternating sides. The red stripes across her ass looked beautiful in contrast to her untanned butt. Each lash was accompanied by begging, pleading and thankfulness. She had to stop stroking her clit for a moment a couple of times but quickly resumed, bringing herself to the edge over and over.

After fifty, I paused and ran my fingers along the welts. I could feel the heat emanating from her ass and could feel the raised skin. "Do you like this, baby?"

"Yes, Master. I'd like it more if you did it harder. I want you to make me suffer for denying you. For being a selfish bitch. For keeping my legs closed."

"Dumb slut," I said as I lashed her ass again, much harder this time. She screamed and instantly pulled her finger from her clit, worried she might cum.

"I am Master. I'm a useless empty set of holes. If you're not filling me I'm worthless. Please master. Whip me then rape my last hole that I might be of some small bit of value to your glorious stud cock."

I lashed the last twenty four stripes quickly, trying to gauge exactly where the line was for her. She thanked me after each one, begging for the next to be harder on more than half. Finally, I stopped and she was panting and nearly breathless as she said, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Master."

I didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. I squeezed some lube onto my cock and put a small amount on her beautiful little asshole. Then I slid my cock against her hole. "Once I take this hole, you're mine, Carly. You're completely mine. Nobody else's. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. Yes, Jay. Claim me. I'm yours. I'm yours. Don't be gentle. Take what you want."

I slid my cock into her ass quickly and firmly. She screamed and bucked against me but slammed back into me, shoving my cock firmly into her once virgin hole. "Do it Master. Destroy my tight little Asian ass. I was bred for you. Fulfill my purpose, Master."

Grabbing her hips tight, I started sawing in and out of her. If I thought her cunt had been tight and warm, her ass was a vice that was on fire. I only lasted more than a minute because I'd cum twice already that day. She screamed and pleaded for more. Thanking me with each thrust.

"This is where my cock belongs when I'm not breeding you. In your tightest little hole."

"Yes, Master. In any hole you want. Fuck me. Punish me. Own me. Just don't stop fucking me."

"Pathetic chink bitch!" I growled at her, my fingers sinking into the tight bubble butt cheeks that I gripped for leverage as I railed away.

"I am, Master. I'm worthless if I'm not being fucked by a glorious white cock. Breed me. Rape my ass. Hurt me. I don't care. God I love it." She shouted words with each breath. Her speech came out hot with need in-between moans and gasps.

My cock slid in and out of her, shoving her forward roughly as I took her fully. Finally, I knew I was getting close and I yelled, "Finger your clit, cunt. If you cum, I'll pound you hard and fill your ass with my cum."

She didn't need to be told twice, she started stroking her clit furiously and was cumming within seconds. As she started cumming, I started pounding her harder and faster, quickly reaching my own orgasm and filling her up.

As I came down from my high, I traced the lines on her butt and held her close, feeling my cock shrink inside her as we both caught our breath. I could feel her after spasms still squeezing at me as she sighed contentedly.

I withdrew, enjoying the gaping dilation of her ass. I walked into the bathroom and started the shower, "Come join me, babe," I hollered over my should. Moments later, she strode into the bathroom. I looked at her smooth, freshly shaved cunt and slid my finger across it approvingly. Carly simply shuddered in arousal at the touch.

We hopped in together and cleaned ourselves up, kissing and and touching each other more playfully than erotically. My cock was completely spent at this point and while Carly was still clearly eager to go, she wasn't insistent and instead seemed to revert to an even more lovingly submissive persona. We sat in the shower under the water flow, me holding her and running my hands up and down her legs and chest while kissing her neck and ear. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Master," she said, turning the appellation over in her mouth as if she was savoring the feel of it. I could almost hear the grin as I held her in my arms.

I paused but ultimately decided to jump right in, "You don't really think you're worthless do you?"

"Why do you keep asking me about that? What has you so worried?"

"You're not the first girl I've explored this kink with. Or... I guess... more accurately, you're not my first personal exposure to it. I knew a girl before... "

"A girlfriend?" she said, no hint of jealousy in her voice.

"Not really... A girl I met online doing some writing prompts. It evolved into something more. But she was... disturbing... I think she probably needed help but I was young and stupid and probably didn't handle everything well. She eventually ghosted me after we had a blow up. She fantasized about some pretty dark things but at her core, she always came back to these ideas of being worthless. Inferior. An object."

I wasn't trying to turn her on but Carly's reaction told me that the words had struck a chord. She wriggled back against me. "You know lots of girls have rape fantasies, right?" she asked me.

"Uhh... that's quite a non-sequitor... but... yeah... I guess."

"Do you think those girls really want to be raped?"

"No. Definitely not."

"Do you think ALL of those girls don't want to be raped?"

I started to answer but then thought about it, "No...?" I answered carefully, "There's probably some that really do... or at least want to explore it in some way... I don't know. It's hard for me to imagine."

"What would you think about a girl who really, truly wanted to be raped?"

This answer came to mind immediately, "I'd want her to go see a psychiatrist. Get some help."

"I would too. Same thing here, Jay... Master. I get super turned on when you treat me like an object. Like an inferior. It absolutely makes me gush and what's more, the embarrassment from that realization drives me higher in this unbelievably good feedback loop. But behind it all there's a kernel of knowledge, just a little nugget, that tells me it's a game. That you don't really see me that way." She sighed as my fingers slowly stroked her smooth slit, "For some girls... like your friend maybe, that might ruin it for them. She might have truly wanted to be treated like a worthless object. But for me, I need that tiny nugget of safety. It lets me let go in every other way."

She turned against me, looking me in the eyes as the water rushed down the side of her face, "I've never known anyone that I trusted like you. You showed every. Single. Fucking. Day. That you were someone who thought about things. That had something vaguely resembling morals. Don't get me wrong, you were an immature dick like every other high school boy. But I was CERTAIN that you'd be one helluva man." Her hand found my cock. Despite my lack of full arousal, her touch felt exquisite.

My right hand trailed down towards her tit and I pulled and twisted the nipple. Staring at it as it stretched. "Good. Then I'm going to treat you just as disrespectfully as you need." She gasped as I pinched hard.

"What are you going to do, Master?" she said in a voice that promised fear and endless arousal.

"I'm going to teach you what it means to be a properly owned Asian whore," I said and I yanked her nipple harder, pulling her to me. I kissed her hard and she moaned into my mouth. "And then I'll have a fuck toy that I can do whatever the hell I want with."

"Fuck yes," she said. "Let's do that!"

We got out of the shower and I showed her the outfit I'd bought. It was a short little flared white skirt with a bright gold zipper down the front and a tight black cutoff t-shirt that had the words "No Bra Club" emblazoned across the front. The shirt ended about an inch below her breasts leaving her entire tight, firm midriff exposed and hinted at those beautiful breasts that were so close to exposure. She gasped and whispered, "I love it, Master. It's perfect." She glanced in the bag and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong, pet?"

"Nothing, Master. It's perfect..."

"But?"

"I was hoping for some high heels," she said looking a little embarrassed.

"I thought about it but not knowing your shoe size, I decided that would be the first thing we'd go buy. Besides, think how embarrassing and exposed you'll be getting fitted for shoes in that skirt," she gasped cutely and blushed.

"You're right, of course, Master."

"But I did get you two other things. I'll let you choose between them," I said as I held up the two chokers I'd bought. Both were black, one of them was a silk ribbon connected in the middle by a a metal heart and, if you looked closely, you could see the words, "Owned" engraved on the heart. The other was leather with the words, "Slut" in gaudy rhinestones. You didn't have to look closely to read that.

"Oh Master. I love them both. But..."

"Don't worry, slut. You don't have to wear this one in public... yet," I said indicating the leather choker. "Turn around," I told her. She spun obediently and held her hair up so that I could tie the ribbon in place. Firm, but not uncomfortable. "Now anyone who looks will see what you really are." She shuddered at my words.

"That's exactly as it should be, Master," she put her new outfit on and I watched from across the room. She looked exactly as I'd imagined. Cheap. Slutty. But way out of my league. Perfect. She spun around with a brilliant smile on her face, "God, I feel so unbelievably sexy, Master. And my ass is still sore in such a deliciously good way." She slinked over to me and kisses me seductively, "I was so right. White masters are gods for well bred chink cunts." My cock, despite all logical biological constraints, surged.

She grinned at me as she felt my cock bump into her hip, "You like when I talk like that, Master? Can I make your cock hard again? Will you fill one of my fuck holes with your thick white cum?"

I groaned but pushed her away, exhibiting self control I didn't think I had. Carly's horniness surged at that bit of self control and she bit her lip in an obvious sign of arousal. "Be patient you little bimbo. Let's go shopping."

"Yes, Sir," she said saucily. I spun around and shoved her face first to the bed then slapped her ass hard and fast. She struggled but I held her down by her neck and delivered fifteen sharp, fast strikes to her ass. She babbled, "I'm sorry, Master," over and over, clearly recognizing her mistake.

When I let her up, she had a curious look on her face. "Thank you, Master," she said emphasizing the last word. She dropped to her knees and stared at the ground, "I'm sorry. I had to know how serious you were."

"And did you enjoy the results of your test, cunt?"

"Very much, Master. I won't test you again though. But oh God am I wet now. I'm afraid everyone will see my cunt juices leaking down my legs. You can thrash my ass like that any time you want, Master."

"Good," I said as tugged her out the door, eager to show off my new fuck toy to the world.