Chapter 1
She had gotten off the plane at his airport and was walking through the terminal. She had on her cute white Capri pants, a colorful loose tank top, and sandals. Her hair was in a braid because she knew that he would enjoy that.
As she approached the baggage claim, there he was, dressed in jeans, sandals, and a light green v-neck shirt. He smiled wide, a smile she always liked to see and she smiled back. As they got close enough, he leaned in and gave her a light kiss on her cheek and they hugged tightly. She had missed him and she could feel how he had missed her too.
They waited patiently for her bag, making small talk about the flight and her trip, watching the others interact with loved ones or nervously look towards signs for public transportation.
He subtly leaned in towards her and whispered, "what are you?"
She turned towards him and put her lips to his ear and spoke the words she knew he liked to hear; "I am a slut." As she spoke the words, she could feel her nipples get hard with excitement and knew it wouldn't be long now before he got to work on her body. It was a beautiful body that she occasionally let him own, five foot six inch athletic frame with firm thirty four double d-cup breasts.
She was well put together and she knew it, but had always been a bit shy about showing off her body while sober. When she had a few drinks in her though, her slut-persona usually made an appearance and she was more open about letting people see her tits and ass.
The light finally began beeping and the baggage claim started up, people hurrying over to prime spots to be the first to get their baggage. They slowly walked over to an open area and watched for her bag to come down the ramp. Five minutes later, it arrived in front of them and he scooped it up and they were off.
They headed for the exit and walked across the street to the parking garage. There were open spots everywhere and she wondered how close he parked. He led them over to the elevator and pushed the button, calling for the lift. The doors swung open and he led them inside, pushing to button for the very top level.
A few moments later, they stepped out into a very quiet part of the garage, with a few cars sporadically placed for long-term parkers, and no one but themselves.
"Top and bra off, now, Slut," he ordered.
She set her bag down, pulled her top over her head, then set it in the bag. She looked around for a second, realized they were alone, then reached behind and unfastened the hooks on her bra. She slid it off and also put it in her bag, standing there in her white Capri pants and sandals only, her nipples rock hard for his inspection.
She picked up her bag and they began walking over to a far corner of the garage where only his car was parked. He pushed on the button to open the automatic locks and walked around to her side, putting her bag in the bags in the back seat. She stood there waiting for him to open her door when he instead grabbed her hand and led her back out to the front of his car.
He turned her away from him so that she was facing the car now and pushed forward on the middle of her back. She bent over at the waist, letting her huge tits fall to the metal of the hood. She looked to the side for a moment to double-check that they were truly alone and head the sounds of his belt being undone and slid off.
A moment later, she felt him press his own body up against her ass and the belt drawn slowly across her topless back. He spent a few minutes covering every inch of her back, using his off hand to grab onto the top of her pants in the back. Then she felt it, the first strike as it landed directly down the middle of her back vertically. The second was a horizontal strike more to one side and the third its opposite. He worked his way up and down horizontally, then ended with vertical strikes to each shoulder and one directly down the middle.
The first round was slow, with each strike very deliberate, him admiring the marks on each swing. As the rounds progressed, the strikes came in quicker progressions, firmer, the pain compounding the heat between her legs. She was at eight when he released his grip on her pants and stepped back.
She was getting ready for the order to stand up when she felt it, the first strike on her ass. It was strong and brought a light tear to her eye. He came in from the other side and delivered eight more after that.
"Well this just won't do," he said. "I can't see how effectively my belt is working. Pants down, Slut."
She moved her hands down from their place above her head, undid her pants and slowly lowered them across her warm ass. She slid them down until they were around her knees, knowing how much he would enjoy the fact that she had not bothered to wear panties.
"Mmmmm, very nice, Slut."
And with that, he began a second round across her now exposed ass. The sounds of his belt across her flesh echoed across the garage, occasionally muffled by the late night arrival of another airplane flying overhead.
Ten strikes later, he stepped up to her and reached right between her legs, groping her pussy, feeling its wetness.
"Not quite there yet, Slut," as he stepped back and began a third round, this time not only hitting her ass but down the backs of her thighs. After the tenth swing, he ordered her to reach back and spread her ass for him. He delivered two more swings, one down her ass vertically that hit her right on her asshole, then an underswing that connected directly with her clit.
It was this last swing that put her over the edge, letting her cum her first orgasm of the night, causing her knees to buckle with the pain, the pleasure, the humiliation of it all. She lay across his hood, breathing hard, ass still spread for him, pussy dripping.
He stepped back up and rubbed her pussy again, soaking his hand in her cum. She felt her hair grabbed and pulled, yanking her up off the hood. Her pants still at her knees and her tits out, her warm back, ass, and thighs radiating from the blows she had just taken. He put his hand up to her mouth and she began licking her cum off of it. She loved tasting it and knew he liked seeing her eat it.
"Such a whore," he noted and stepped away when she was done. "You may put your pants back on now," and then led her over to her door, opening it for her in a gentlemanly fashion. He came around to his side and got into the car, but instead of putting the keys in the ignition, he unzipped his pants. He unfastened the button and pulled out his cock.
She could see the pre-cum on the tip and couldn't take her eyes off it as he looked towards her.
"Go ahead, Slut."
With those words, she lustily bend over the console and took him in her mouth. She loved sucking cock, there was little else that made her feel like the naughty slut she like being. She circled his head with her tongue as she bobbed up and down.
She felt one of his hands reach under her chest, cupping her left breast at first, then pinching and twisting her nipple roughly.
"You would love to see these marks on your back, Slut," he noted as she sucked him faster. "And damn, you give some good head. Had lots of practice, have you."
"Mmmhmmm," she managed through the flesh in her mouth.
He added his left hand to the mix, grabbing a handful of her long brown hair and arching his back so that his ass was off the seat. He began fucking up into her mouth now, her unable to close it or swallow, her saliva covering his cock entirely.
