I awoke with a need between my legs that was driving me crazy. It was different...this wasn't going to be fixed with toys or even with my four-legged friend. I needed a human touch.
After laying here a few minute and feeling my nipples grow hard and letting my fingers feel the wetness between my legs, I got up and showered. And then put on the shortest skirt I could find in my closet...I had already decided not to wear my panties today.
I put on my light blue silk blouse, and looking down at my bare breast I decided to go without a bra. I stood and admired how I looked in the mirror, my hard nipples poking out of the material of my silk blouse. I couldn't help but touch them...
My four-legged friend sat at my feet, and I knew what he wanted, but it wasn't gonna be today; today I needed more. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed my keys and I was out the door. I could feel the cool breeze pass over my wet, naked pussy as I got in the car and headed to the local mall.
As I entered the supermarket at the mall I got a few looks—some good some not—but it excited me, so I didn't care. I grabbed a cart and went up one isle and down the other, like a huntress on the prowl. Each time I saw a potential "victim" I would reach for something on the top shelf knowing it made my skirt ride up even higher and my nipples pop out more...I knew I was being a slut but my need had to be met.
I couldn't go home without it...I could feel my juices building in me...and my pussy was screaming for attention...
I heard a man's voice as I was stretching up...he offered to help and then we got talking as we walked around the store. We went through the cashier together, and he offered to carry my packages, what few I had, to my car.
While looking for my keys he introduced himself, "My name is John," he said.
With a smile I said, "Hi John, my name is Sally. Nice to meet you." We both chuckled a bit and then I realized I had locked my keys in the car. John offered to drive me home to get my spare.
I sat in the seat and smiled to myself; the plan swung into action. As we drove we chatted—nothing serious or sexual, just small talk. I told John to turn in here and he looked at me and smiled.
John realized there was more to this situation when he got to the house. It was a five-minute walk from the mall. Hell, she could have walked there to get the keys, John thought...he knew there was a reason for her actions.
I invited John in while I looked for the keys, obviously they were going to be in all the low places. Bending down and making sure my back was to him...I could hear him breathing heavy...
John couldn't take it anymore. I had made sure part of my ass was showing as I bent over. I knew he was looking at my long slender legs that seemed to never end. Suddenly John grabbed me turned me around and kissed me long...and hard.
His tongue shot into my mouth and our tongues fucked with such force we both moaned...I wrapped my arms around him and ground my pussy into his hard cock. I had to have this...I needed it, I thought to myself.
We could no longer conceal the moans that escaped our mouths simply from kissing.
I tried to talk but the only words that came out of my mouth were, "Please...fuck me...please, I beg you."
I was shocked at the intensity of the words flowing from my mouth.
John smiled now; I had opened the door for him to do as he pleased.
John sat on the sofa and I stood before him...I took a deep breath as his hands rested gently on my thighs, gently rubbing up and down, inching their way up. I slowly lifted the silk blouse revealing more and more of my body as he kissed upwards.
When he got to my nipples they were ready to explode; he sucked on them with such force it took my breath away. The pain and pleasure tore through my body and I was sure I was going to cum.
I heard John yell, "Don't you dare cum, slut!" He said it with such authority and force it took me back, and I shrunk into the submissive slut that I was. John continued to suck on my nipples as his hand reached up between my legs.
Then he stopped sucking and said, "Strip, slut."
I didn't utter a word I just obeyed and did a slow strip with the rest of my things...I could feel the wetness on my thighs and my heart pound. I knew I was gonna be used.
I stood before him naked and my nipples hard and aching...my pussy was swollen and wet I could feel the juices on my thighs...
John stood and took something out of his pocket; I couldn't think, all I wanted was him to use me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and placed a collar around my neck. Attached to it was a leash.
Instinctively I knew I should kneel on all fours...so without him saying I knelt down, then went down on my hands, too.
John walked me to the dining room table where he lifted me onto it, And said, "Lay on your back, slut." When I lay down, he grabbed me under the arms and slid me up so my head hung down off the table. He walked to the side, slowly running his hands down my body...first my face, then my neck...then over my breast and nipples where he stopped and pinched my nipple so hard I screamed.
When the pain stopped, I could feel my legs being spread apart and tied to the table legs, fully exposing my naked wet pussy. His hands traveled up my legs over my knees as he walked to the side of the table...very gently he cupped my pussy and just held me.
Then after a few minutes he continued to travel up to the top of the table where he stood over my head. He had a scarf in his hand and placed it over my eyes...then spread my arms out and tied them also to the table. Then he was back at the head of the table; I could feel the heat from his body on my face.
Then I heard a noise—the whoosh as he took his belt off his trousers—and without forewarning the belt he had removed from his trousers came crashing down across my tits...causing such pain I screamed as it happened again and again. I could feel the tears flowing from my eyes from the pain.
But the excitement continued to build in me...I just took the stinging belt, stroke after stroke, the pain in my tits burned and I could feel the welts appear.
Again without warning, the next strike landed squarely between my legs. Again I screamed, as hot pain shot through my body. If I had not been tied I'd have tumbled off the table in pain.
This man I had picked up seemed to know my deepest desire and needs...stroke after stroke of the belt, he covered my body until I no longer fought to be free or offered any resistance at all. I had no fight left in me; John had achieved his task.
