Your mouth opened slowly, reluctantly, and I shoved my soft cock all the way in, leaving your nose buried in my hair. You struggled and I tugged hard on your hair. "Stay there and suck, bitch. You've got 5 minutes to get me off. And you better believe you'll pay for it if you don't."
The wide-eyed look you gave me as you tongued my cock told me you either believed me or were enjoying the rough treatment. Knowing my slut, both. My cock began to grow in your mouth as you sucked, your little red tongue fluttering around my shaft while it swelled. Within less than a minute I'd become long enough that my cock pushed at the back of your throat, probing its way into your throat. You tried to pull back and I jammed your head back down, forcing my dick into your throat. I eased my hips back and forth, sliding in and out while you gagged and struggled. The muffled, wet sound of you choking only urged me on and made my dick grow that much fatter. Only when I felt your body buck and your stomach clench did I let go of your hair. You jerked your head back, the thick, heavy saliva from your throat trailing between us, looping down like nylon rope while you sucked in a shaking breath. "That's one minute gone by," I said roughly, taking you by the hair again. "Better get a move on."
A single muffled grunt escaped your lips when my cockhead got shoved back in and you wasted no time in wrapping your small hand around my wet cock and beginning to jerk me off while your tongue teased precum from my head. Watching you work, seeing your delicate fingers wrapped around my hard and darkly, angrily red shaft, seeing your lips slide around the head of my cock, was always one of the better parts of your incredible blowjobs. Next to seeing your dark eyes stare up at me it was definitely one of the highlights. I loved how small you looked next to me and next to my cock. Four or five inches shorter than me and probably 80lbs lighter, your small frame seemed to match my larger one perfectly, especially when you were on your knees and my cock rested on your face. Though I would never be one to brag about my size, seeing you that submissive, slutty pose compared to my hard cock. Somehow it made me look that much larger, and you that much smaller. But watching you always left me on the verge of cumming, so I looked away and let you service me, your desperate sucking and partly silenced moans overpowering the TV's noise. Reaching down with both hands I felt your ripe breasts through your sweater. I chuckled at what I found and pushed the loose neck of your sweater open to put my hands on your flesh. Though several years older than my mid-twenties, your flesh was still as firm and tight as a teenager and I loved the feel of your tits in my hands. "You little slut," I said teasingly. "No bra and your nipples hard as rocks. I knew there was a reason I kept you around." The slobbering sounds grew louder as you responded to my touch and words, swirling your tongue around my dick as though it were your favorite treat. As, in fact, I knew it was.
But your time was up, and I pulled out of your mouth quickly. "That's enough, bitch. You failed. You know you need to be punished."
"No, please," you moaned, coughing as the cool air touched the back of your raw throat. You leaned into me, rubbing my wet, hard cock all along your face and hair, marking yourself for me. You knew how much I liked to see my flesh touching yours, how much I enjoyed seeing you denigrate yourself before me, leaving your saliva and the scent of my cock all along your body, and I knew very well that you did it now to try and avoid my wrath. It wouldn't work. I reached down and took my dick by the root, slapping your cheeks with it. The wet ringing sound filled the room and you quickly opened your mouth, hoping I'd fuck your throat again and leave it at that. I slapped you one more time with the hard shaft for your impudence.
"Get up off your ass and into the bedroom," I snapped. "Acting like a little fucking whore isn't going to get you out of being treated like one." Pouting, you went to stand. Your knees were still bent when I pushed you, sending you down onto your ass. The hardwood floor must have been quite a jolt for your tailbone; you yelped and your eyes filled with tears, though you said nothing. "I didn't tell you to walk, did I? Bitches go on all fours. Now move!" You quickly got on your hands and knees and began to shuffle towards the bedroom door. I slapped your already aching ass hard to get you moving faster. "You're lucky you've got a one floor apartment, slut. I don't think it'd feel very good for you to crawl up the stairs." A quiet whimper was your only response and you lowered your body further, slinking to the bedroom like a reprimanded pet.
Once inside I quickly shut the door, giving you no escape, and I pulled your black leather belt from the door handle. The window was open, letting in the fresh air and the sounds of the groundskeepers mowing the lawns. I let it stay that way; the more people who knew you were a slut the better, as far as I was concerned. "Stand up and get those shorts off," I told you in a curt tone, stroking my still hard cock. "Then get up on the bed and on all fours again."
You quickly obeyed the first of my orders, standing and wriggling out of your shorts. Still facing away from me as you were I got a remarkable view of your tight little ass as you bent over, giving me a glimpse of your perfectly shaven pussy between your smooth thighs. You paused as you stood back up, looking back over your shoulder at me with trepidation. "What're you going to do to me?"
SMACK! The leather belt hit your ass with enough force to raise an immediate red welt, though I'd used only half my strength. You jumped and uttered a little cry before clamping your lips shut, fearful gazes darting out a window to where the landscapers worked. Your fists were clenched together in front of you, and I knew it was to stop your hands from shaking.
"I'm going to do whatever I want," I told you quietly, raising the belt again with a sure promise. "Now get on the fucking bed before I lose my temper." This time you did as I said, scrambling onto the queen-sized mattress like a half naked little monkey, a sight much sexier than the metaphor can allow for. Up on your hands and knees you went, looking over your shoulder at me. "Pull your knees in further, and drop your ass down. Spread your legs more," I instructed. "I want your ass out there for me." Reaching into your little white nightstand, I pulled out a condom and tossed into onto the bed. Your eyes went wide even before I set the bottle of lube next to it; there was only one thing we still used condoms for, and I'd only been in your ass twice before. Both times had been nice, careful, slow events that had been pleasurable for us both. By the look in your eye, you knew this wasn't going to be one of those times.
I got on the bed behind you and stuck my cock in your pussy without ceremony and without warning. Your soaked flesh clamped down on me immediately and I could already feel your juices trickling down on my balls, but I wasn't surprised at your arousal. My slut could get turned on in church and fuck on the altar, particularly if someone made her. That was only one of many reasons I kept my pet. I ran my thumb around the base of my cock, stroking your wet pussy and catching your juices as you moaned and fucked back at me, grinding your pussy into me to the point where I felt my hard cock rubbing at the very back of your cunt. I slide down over your back, kissing it softly, licking the little droplets of sweat from your spine. They tasted like sin, sweet and salty together. I pressed my thumb against your tight, almost virgin ass, and felt you tense up. I whispered in your ear. "Make this difficult for me and you're the only one who's going to regret it." The whimpers you let out as my thumb slowly entered your incredibly hot ass were mindblowing, raising my arousal through the roof and making my already hard dick swell even further in your cunt. It was almost impossible to get my thumb inside you with my cock already stretching your pussy wide, but I forced it in as you knelt beneath me, your pants and whimpers telling me in that wordless way you have how the sensations you felt completely confused you, the pleasure and pain mixing together until it became impossible to tell one from the other. Though you knelt motionless beneath me at first as I slowly rocked my cock in and out of your body it wasn't long before I felt you begin to respond, almost against your will. Back arching, hips pushing against mine, those soft moans emerging from your lips almost silently, I knew yet again why you were mine and why I would never give you up. Still, your behavior deserved punishment, and you would get it.
