As his hands moved over my naked body it felt like tiny bolts of electricity shooting out the tips of his fingers touching raw nerve endings as I jerked and squirmed under his dominant control. My whole body was on fire as I tried to move away and at the same time closer to his exploring hands when I noticed this wicked smirk in his eyes.
Without warning he suddenly reached up and pinched both of my hard aching and sensitive nipples, making me cry out for the hundredth time that night. Calling me his little slut he pinched twisted and tugged on my throbbing nubs, as he told me how much he loved tormenting my nipples. As he leaned over and took my left nipple between his teeth and bit down I thought to myself Suzanne, this time you may have gone too far, as I remembered the innocent email that told him how much I fantasized about this.
I was rapidly approaching another orgasm, and I thought that this was so unusual for me. When I make love with my husband, I NEVER cum more than once. My moans and cry's were getting loud when his right hand moved down my stomach and between my tied spread legs. When he started to rub my burning clit I was begging for him to fuck me again, use me as he wished but please just fuck me!
He was laughing at me and calling me every demeaning name he could think of but all I could do was thrash on the bed and beg for release. Just as I was about to go over the edge he suddenly stopped and slapped my swollen pussy hard, sending me into sensory overload. I will never forget the wet smacking sound or the pain that shot thru my entire body. He was talking to me when again he slapped me between my spread legs. I have heard the expression "seeing stars" well that night I saw them twice. I have no memory what he said to me but all I could do was meekly whimper a "yes Sir" with each of his questions. Then when he again started rubbing my now very sensitive clit, I heard the words "cum slut!" and that is what I did! Crying out as he bit my nipple again I tried to rise up off of the bed and squeeze my legs together as wave after wave washed over me.
As I collapsed back onto the bed I was aware of him untying my legs and pushing my knees back onto my chest. Even if I could have resisted, even if I had wanted to, I was in no shape to do anything but allow him to finish whatever he had in mind for me. He was talking to me the entire time but his words were like coming from far away in a fog and all I could do was whimper "yes, Master".
I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, then his long shaft pushed all the way into me. I gasped when I felt his weight pressed down on me but it came out as a long yessssssssssss. I was so sore and raw that each time he rammed into me it hurt beyond belief, but I was still trying to raise my hips up and meet each demanding thrust. As he slammed into me over and over he was telling me once again I was his slut. He said he was going to use me over and over and allow his friends to use me and this sent me into a mind numbing orgasm. My inner muscles gripped as tightly as they could around his pounding shaft. When I did that, I felt his body tense and he exploded in me, filling me with his womb burning cum. I collapsed back on the bed and barely remember him untying my hands.
Watching him dress as I lay on the bed, sore but sated like I have never felt before, he is telling me that he owns me now. I am his slut and always will be, and that whenever he calls me I will be available. I lay there thinking about all that he did to me, this first night we ever met in person and know that yes, no matter what happens, I am now his slut. As he closes the door and leaves me alone for the rest of the night I whisper "Master" and close my eyes and fall into a coma like sleep, dreaming not of my comfortable home and husband but of this new wonderful terror I have found.
