"My, my... you're horny today," he chuckled. "Talk dirty and tell me what you want, bitch!" he demanded.
His words excited me even more, since I like being humiliated and frankly knew how well he could and had used me in our previous encounters.
For incentive, he pushed just his tip into me! But dammit! I wanted so much more. I moaned and wriggled, "Oh Sir! Please fuck your white whore! Treat me like a cheap hooker and fill me with your black seed. I need your penis in me so badly, Sir! Please, please Sir -- it's been so long since you filled my pussy with your hot, fertile, potent sperm! I need it!" I groveled verbally, hoping to inspire him.
Alex paused briefly, as if considering, and then slowly pushed his penis into me. It felt so amazing to have it back inside me... stretching me prodigiously, filling my length, nudging my cervix just as he bottomed out, his balls touching my clit.
"Yesssssssssssssss! Oh god, I need this! I need you!" I hollered.
He began moving in and out of me and I pulled at the cuffs, trying to straighten my legs to put them around him but I was helpless, which merely added to my arousal. With my waist gripped in his powerful hands and my pelvis propped on his knees, my legs were spread where he wanted them and I couldn't control anything. He stopped fucking me, coming to rest deeply inside my pussy, frustrating me.
I instinctively knew he wanted me to beg for more. "Oh Sir! Yes, please fuck me! Fuck me hard! I need your load flooding me!" In response, he began moving again, his cock now plowing slowly, stretching me. His warm big balls touched my pussy and clit and I guessed they must be full of his hot, thick sperm. From his actions, I could tell he was in no hurry to unload them yet, and must just be savoring his control over my body.
After an eternity of making me anticipate, he started moving more earnestly inside me and heightened waves of pleasure filled me. I was so excited that Alex was using me again. I just kept saying 'fuck me' like a chant, hoping that at any moment he would fill my greedy white cunt with his thick, potent black sperm. I say my cunt was 'greedy' because I'm sure my inner muscles were trying to suck at his cock, and my swollen pussy lips were clinging to it each time he slid outward, as if trying to keep it inside. The scent of my copious pussy juices was thick in the air around us. "Damn, you smell good when you're being fucked," he commented, making me groan with desire.
I laid there helpless as he used me as his personal fuck toy. I was so alive and grateful, as I felt his cock impaling me, and moving deep inside me. His strokes were strong, filling and masterful! After a timeless period of him rutting and reaming me, it still felt too soon when it happened. I felt his cock vibrate as he shot a stream of his seed into my depths. It was magic! I came hard, thrashing and trying again to put my feet around him to pull him deeper. But being helplessly chained added so greatly to my pleasure and filling my needs, that my climax intensified so much that I got light headed!
When Alex finished pumping his semen into me, he pulled his cock free as he moved backward, slipping his knees out from under my pelvis. His strong hands lowered me gently to the dirt again. Dimly, I felt him take a handful of my hair and use it to wipe off his cock. I laid there prone in the dirt, exhausted, and focused only on my pussy, womb and my orgasmic aftershocks. If my eyes could have focused, all that would have been in my line of sight was dirt and some rocks nearby. I wasn't aware of it, but while I rested on my tummy, hogtied and quivering, he'd gotten dressed. I learned a bit later that he was standing over me at that point, looking down at my pussy as his cum oozed out of me, and taking pictures of my lewd display.
I was still shaking there and trying to catch my breath as he walked to the car. When he came back and my eyes finally refocused, he showed me the black marker in his hand. I groaned, knowing how long it takes to wash it off of me, but also pleased that he hadn't neglected this part of our ritual. Kneeling down, he started to write lewd things on my back and ass. He had to pinch my pussy lips together and hold them so he could color the area around my pussy again. Since I was still hogtied, he rolled me onto my side so he could write things on my tits, tummy and mound. But before he could write there, first he had to use a towel he'd brought from his car to brush off the dirt that was clinging to my sweaty skin.
As he stopped to let the markings dry, he said, "Now the gift I mentioned." He got up and walked to the car. He came back, holding something, but the sun was in my eyes. When he knelt over me to make some shadow, he showed me a metal ring. "This is called an eternity collar, which I bought just for you." He opened it up and placed it around my neck. It was snug but not tight. He lifted a small plastic bag and showed me a tiny screw and special tool in the bag. He put the screw into the collar. Using the small tool, he drove the screw into the collar until it was flush. He said, "I thought about gluing the screw in place, and throwing away the tool. If I'd done that, the only way the collar could be removed would be to cut it off. However, since you're a police officer, your department might state that such jewelry violates the code of your uniform. Therefore, I'll give you the tool. But it would please me that you wear it continually if you can, or at least when we're together, if you have to remove it between times."
I must admit that the idea of wearing a collar concerned me a little, but also excited me and fired off my submissive hidden personality. I could feel his collar on my neck -- it had some weight to it which would make me aware of it often. From what Alex was telling me, I understood that it couldn't be easily removed by me, except perhaps with the help of a mirror, or at least the help of someone who knew what they were doing.
He used his phone to take another picture of me, this time still hogtied but now wearing his collar, then put his phone into his pocket. I was gaining my strength back when he picked me up again and put me back in the car trunk and closed its lid. He got into the car and headed down the dirt road to the paved highway.
I laid in the trunk resting, but felt every bump and even slid around a bit when the traffic stopped. This time, the intense smell of my pussy juices and our mixed cums overpowered that rubbery smell of the spare tire. I enjoyed inhaling that scent deeply, since it was an olfactory memento of that amazing sexual encounter. Alex sure knows how to give me a good time! After a while, I felt him slow, then back into my driveway. The sound of his engine stopped as he parked. The trunk opened and I could see the familiar view of my house once my eyes adjusted to the brighter light. He looked around for nosy observers. Seeing none, he went and opened my front door. Returning, he hurriedly picked me up and carried me into the house. I almost giggled as with his arms full of my naked body, he had to raise his foot to slam the trunk lid.
He lugged me upstairs to my bedroom and opened one ankle cuff so I could stretch out, but cuffed my ankle again. I was no longer in a hogtie, but I was wearing my leg chains and my wrists were handcuffed behind my back. My hip and knee joints were quite happy to no longer be bent backward as they'd been. After brushing most of the dried dirt off my skin, Alex positioned me at the side of the bed and opened his pants, presenting his penis to me. It wasn't hard yet, so I had to work on it orally until it was hard and standing out. Then my lips slid along it and I took it as deep as I could while he face fucked me. He started to cum and holding my head pushed his cock down my throat. I began gagging as he shot his load in me, but I loved it. I felt that warmth of his cum sliding down my throat into my stomach. After that, he had me lick and clean his manhood, which I always enjoy doing. I love his taste and his sexy manly scent.
After he came, he told me, "Officer Lockwood, you look very pretty with that new collar." I was dying to see it on me and wondered if it was really true that it could not be removed easily. He kissed my forehead and patted my ass in a parting gesture. Rolling me onto my side, he placed my keys in my hand and left my gag on the bed. He knew that I'd demonstrated the ability to remove handcuffs from behind my back, and trusted that I could find the correct key by touch. Leaving my house, he closed the front door behind him. It took me just a minute or two to get free of the cuffs on my wrists and then my ankles. Naked, and heedless of any writing on my skin, I went to a window that faced my driveway. Alex was standing there next to his car, looking at my house, obviously waiting for some indication that I'd gotten free. I smiled and waved to him, and blew him a kiss. He laughed, and with a quick wave, he got into his car and drove away.
I next went into the bathroom to see my new collar. As I looked at myself in the full length mirror there, I was shocked as the writing caught my eye. He'd written on my torso below my breasts and on my tummy his name and all the dates we'd been together. I then observed the collar. It was shiny chrome metal, about.25 inch thick, and its tiny screw could hardly be seen. My fingers ran along it and I started to smile thinking about how Alex had given it to me, locked it on me and visually claimed me as his own. Then I looked more closely at the writing. On my breasts I saw 'suck these' were the words written. It took some doing to see my back and read backwards. But I could make out 'cock slut', 'fuck hard', and 'cum dump' at various playful angles. I showered carefully, mostly to get the dirt off me without rubbing too hard on the writing. Regretfully, I also had to wash his semen out of my hair -- but at least I still had a lot of it in my stomach and womb!
That collar's very special to me and it's on me 24/7 now. Many women comment how attractive it looks on me and ask me how to get one for themselves. I smile and just tell them it was a gift and I have no idea how to get one. Thinking about the writing on my torso, I hoped there was enough room there for many more dates to be added in the future.
