As soon as I crossed the bedroom threshold, his hand found my throat and he slammed me against the wall. I was quivering, this man was still a virtual stranger and I was in a very compromising position. He just looked at me for a few moments, then he asked who was in control. Smartass though I am, I didn't have much of a choice but to acknowledge his dominance. He pried my mouth open and spit in it a couple of times to emphasize my significantly lower status in this encounter. I was scared, he had been rough before, but still congenial. This was almost the flip of a switch to something darker and more sinister. His free hand pushed my legs apart and found my cunt. Despite my fear, I was wet enough to accommodate two fingers easily. He found my spot and worked it until I was cumming all over his fingers. His grip on my throat tightened as I reached my climax and I almost passed out from lack of oxygen.
He put his cum covered fingers in my mouth and made me clean them off. I sucked them as I would have a small cock, licking and cleaning until I had swallowed every drop of my fluids. Perhaps I'd sucked a little too eagerly. He pushed me to his knees and bade me stick out my tongue. I complied and was quickly treated to several slaps from his cock. After all, I was his slut, and I needed to be reminded of that. He reached down and held my head almost tenderly between his two hands. Then he pushed his cock all the way down my throat, his grip tightening so as to disallow any retreat on my part. I looked up at him, eyes watering as I struggled to breath with his significant dick filling my throat. He asked me if I enjoyed sucking his cock and seemed to enjoy my inability to do anything but nod. He held me until I started gagging so badly that I almost expelled. After I caught my breath, he thrust in again, shallower this time. He never really gave me much of a chance to suck or lick. Instead, my mouth became just another hole for him to use for his pleasure. He thrust in and out rapidly, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. I was gagging and choking, I had saliva running down my face onto my tits. I was a pure picture of submission. He reminded me once again that I was nothing but a cock sucking whore, albeit a devoted one.
When he'd had his fill of my throat, he pulled me up roughly by my hair. He pushed me face fist onto the bed and ordered me up on hands and knees. Before I really knew what was happening, I felt my tight asshole being penetrated. I tried to squirm away, I knew he'd used no lube and that this was going to hurt. He pinned me down and forced himself in. This is what anal whores like isn't it, he said. Mercifully he did it gradually instead of all at once. I was grateful my blow job had been sloppy, my saliva was providing enough lubrication for this insertion not to be excruciating. I begged him to go slow, that I wasn't used to taking big cocks in my ass. He responded with a sharp slap to my face as he hooked his fingers in my mouth to force me to look at him. I knew from experience that if I relaxed a bit, it would go much better for me, so I accepted my fate. He pushed my head back down and spread my ass apart so as to watch his cock slide in and out of my ever-widening hole.
I was accommodating him surprisingly well for someone who's only regular sex had been with a man who could boast 5 inches on a good day. My whimpers turned to moans and he took his cue. He began ramming into me with a force that had clearly been reserved. 8 inches of thick, rigid cock was penetrating my tightest hole and I was begging for harder. I reached underneath to rub my clit. He slapped my ass as he fucked, quick hard strikes. Pain, pleasure and some confusing mix of both had me pushed to the edge. Without warning, I squirted everywhere, covering his bed, and his legs. I did not want to keep going, all I wanted to do was collapse and enjoy the after glow of my release. But my pleasure was merely a byproduct of his own satisfaction. I could feel how gaped my ass was each time he pulled out, he was using me properly. He'd about run through his vocabulary of humiliating and degrading monikers, and so looped back through. Yes I was anal whore, a cumslut, a fuck toy barely deserving of being penetration by him.
I was feeling no pain now, my asshole was stretched to the point of being able to accommodate damn near anything. His cock slid in and out easily. The spanking had stopped, so I knew he was close. Right before he came, he wrapped his arm around my throat, pulling me backwards to him. I was light headed as his spurts of him filled yet another of my holes. He pushed me back down as he pulled it. He grabbed my hands and forced me to hold my ass apart so he could watch his cum ooze out of my violated asshole. With his release went the pure sadism that had been there. He was kind, caressing, and intimate. Well as intimate as one can be whilst still saying, yes sir, I am your dirty anal loving cum slut. We fell asleep and I was awoken in the morning with his cock in my mouth. I sucked him to release, enjoying his salty essence. I knew this was only the first of many more sessions to come, that would grow in intensity as I established that he wasn't a serial killer.
