I gave my delicious cyber whore (littlemissjen) a writing assignment. I wrote the first party of a story and asked her to finish it. She delighted my with her effort
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HIM
I slow my thrusts and look down. I can see your hands bound behind your back with my tie. I can also see my cock buried deep in your arse. I can feel how close my orgasm is as I relish the feeling of being balls deep in your arse. Despite having you wear a butt-plug all through dinner, despite having fucked your arse for a good 15 minutes, your sphincter is deliciously tight.
I grab hold of your lovely shapely hips and move my cock back, hearing you sigh as I withdraw then grunt as I slam my cock all the way back in – deep and hard. Your sounds change to moans as I start to fuck your arse in a faster rhythm, your excitement growing as you can tell that I am about to cum. You start to almost croon the words you know I love to hear.
'Fuck my arse, fuck it harder. Fuck my hole Master, use me, cum in me.'
The words are getting faster as we both approach a climax.
'fuckmyaresefuckmyaresefuckkmeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!'
I feel your orgasm ripple through the muscles in your arse and cunt, making them clench my cock. This tips me over the edge and with a guttural growl I empty my balls deep in your arse.
I stand as still as I can, knees shaking from the effects of such a powerful orgasm. I feel my cock start to deflate in your still twitching arse as my breathing slowly returns to normal. After a minute or two I withdraw and, without a word to you, go into the bathroom of our hotel room to clean up.
When I return I am pleased to see that you have remained in the kneeling position. But there is something else I am less pleased about. I sit on the edge of the bed and lift your chin until you are looking at me.
'Do you remember the rules I gave you before we met tonight jen?'
I can see from the look of trepidation in your eyes that you do, that you have been thinking of the consequences. I watch as you nod.
'You weren't permitted to cum without asking permission, were you?'
Another nod.
'What was that jen?'
I wait till you mumble, 'Yes Master, I remember.'
I tell you, 'So now you will have to do something for me, in order to atone. If you do exactly as I say, you will be forgiven. If you disobey then you have failed.'
I wait. 'I understand Master' you tell me.
I untie your hands and brusquely tell you, 'stand up'. I watch you get to your feet - a little unsteadily. All you are wearing is a suspender belt and black seamed stockings – now a little laddered from the rough fucking you so recently enjoyed.- and black stilettos with 4 inch heels.
From my bag I take out a leather skirt and a white blouse. I toss them to you and order 'Dress!' The skirt is very short, barely coming down to the lower crease of your buttocks. The blouse is so sheer that it disguises nothing of the sexy swell of your breasts. It is also very tight and threatens to pop its buttons with every in-take of breath. There is no sign of knickers or bra and you know better than to ask for them. As you dress you can't help wonder what role you will next be playing in out hotel room.
I look you up and down critically and nod approval. The slutty make up I had told you to wear is well smeared and only adds to the whorish effect I am looking for. Without a word I pass you a bright red lip-stick and watch as you freshen up what remains on your lips. Then in a moment of inspiration I take the lipstick and unbutton your blouse. As you realise what I am about to do your nipples instantly crinkle into hardness – making them harder to coat in lipstick – but much more fun.
When I am done you button up your blouse and your hard, bright red nipples are gloriously apparent. You stand in front of me, eyes downcast, awaiting instructions. Your submission is so pure and perfect that I find it more exciting than anything physical we have done to date. I tremble with excitement at the thought of what is to come.'
'OK – now you are ready jen, listen very carefully. I told you that I wanted you to act like a whore tonight, and you agreed. Now, as punishment for breaking the rules, and as a test of your submission, we are going to take it a step further.
'On the way into the hotel I noticed that the bar was crowded with guys, businessmen and a group of what looked like rugby players on a night out.' I see the puzzlement in your eyes and take a deep breath. 'I want you to go down to the bar and "sell" yourself to them. I want you to whore yourself to as many as will have you – then bring them up here so they can fuck you.' I see a completely blank, stunned look on your face.
'Tell them all the delights you offer them with your body, in the sluttiest terms. Tell them what they can do to you – and how much it will cost. £5 for blow job (tell them they can cum in your mouth or on your face), £10 for a fuck (show them how wet and ready your cunt is – left them feel if they want) and £20 for your arse (explain how tight it is and how much you love it fucked). £30 for the whole lot. For an extra tenner they can take you bare-back – no condom. Get as many of them up here as you can. Do you understand?'
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HER
i'm a little bit scared, but i am also so very turned on, and i am also glad of the fact that i finally get to act like the little fuck whore that i truly am.
As i am still so wet and squishy from having You, my wonderful and powerful Master, fuck my arse so deliciously i am also worried that all those guys downstairs will notice all of my cum juices running down my legs and onto my black high-heeled shoes.
As i enter the bar area, a few of the guys look up right away. Most of them smile, some seemed shocked, and some give me very knowing looks - they're already fucking the shit out of me in their minds.
i approach the rugby boys first. They're chatting in a lively fashion about how they won their game and seem the least intimidating. i tell them that they are about to get the highest kind of trophy of all if they are willing to pay but a small price to get it. A couple of them are very curious.
"What do we get for our money?" one asks.
i explain, but not only with my carefully chosen and rehearsed words;
"How about getting the chance to dip each one of your young and throbbing cocks into my sopping and gaping pussy hole, so that i can drench all of your long shafts with all of my sexy cunt juices?"
As I speak I lift my skirt, and rub my clit a bit, so that my pussy does a small but very horny, involuntary kind of squirting. Even though i can tell by the lusty looks in their eyes they are more than willing to get this kind of opportunity, i carry on explaining more and more of the dirty and vile acts they can enjoy with me.
It is enough to convince the eight of them agree to not only to go for the whole shebang, but they each agree that the only way they like it is without a condom. They are more than able to pay extra for that special benefit.
i smile, that wasn't so difficult and £320 should bring quite a big smile to my Master's face.
i walk a little more confidently than i was at the very start, but i am still self-conscious about my whorish appearance, and even though i like the feel of being put on such naughty display, i am quite nervous about how some of the upper-class men in the room may respond to me.
i notice two of those types sitting off to the side in the low chairs having brandies and smoking a couple of cigars. Not only are their suits very well tailored, but i can tell by their looks that they are quite a bit older. I guess they must have seen my interaction with the eight younger guys because, as i stand in front of them, one casually reaches up under my skirt and strokes my juicy cunt-lips with his index finger.
"My word!" he exclaims, and then he asks, "What are you charging for that, strumpet?"
i let him know the price you have told me to offer, and then encourage him to take that same index finger and insert it inside of my hot & horny bung hole. i let him know what he can pay if he would like to put his dick there instead.
His interest is piqued and he suggest to his partner.
"Shall we take this nasty tart up on her offer?"
He nods
"Well, i suppose the proper negotiation for us will work this way; he will fuck your cunt, whilst I fuck your arse; agreed?"
i agree by lifting my skirt so they could get a lovely view of both my cunt lips and my bung hole, and i gave my hips a little shake as i do it. . . wow! Up to £350!
The bartender is doing the typical kind of eavesdropping that bartenders do, and he is showing an avid interest in me. i can feel his glance, as his eyes follow me around the room. i catch him staring wide-eyed at my nipples. Not only are they easy to see because of the sheerness of the blouse You had me wear, but the lipstick on my nipples makes them excruciatingly noticeable. This both embarrasses me and makes me feel hotter and more horny all at the same time. i unbutton my blouse one tiny button, so that more of my breast swell can be seen, the big grin that spreads across his face tells me he would like more. . . he's going to pay for a blow job, and he's going to cum on my tits.
Not a big pay-off, but the tally is up to £355, and i now have my sights on a lone, but very handsome man, who is sitting all by himself away from the crowd. He has his face in his laptop and he's concentrating intently at whatever information is being displayed on the screen. i saunter up to him as sexily and as sluttily as possible saying,
"Would you like to take just a short break? What can i offer you, Sir?"