The Maing of a Slut

As instructed Caroline had met him at the Metropolitan Hotel on the sea front. Once in their room he told her to take off her blouse, bra and skirt. As previously instructed she was knickerless and wearing her light blue crystal butt plug.

He positioned her just so on the bed, with her head hanging off the edge, her slumberous grey/blue eyes looking up at him with something akin to worship.

He placed a bag on the bed and then started to undress. She watched as he unhurriedly undressed, carefully folding his clothes before turning his attention back to her.

She stared at his already hard cock with undisguised hunger. Her pink tongue snaked out and traced over her bright red lips as she squirmed, watching his fingers wrap around his shaft and stroke himself, slowly.

"Please," she'd asked.

He fed it to her, inch by throbbing inch, deeper and deeper into the wet heat of her voracious mouth. His hips had pressed forward until her mouth and throat were full, until her hungry moans turned into whimpers and then into breathless, gagging, desperate noises that she couldn't contain.

He fucked her mouth that had begged so sweetly, until her full lipstick red lips dripped with saliva and her breath, when he allowed it, came in harsh gasps. He wrapped his hands around her neck and felt his cock sliding in and out of her throat.

He fed her hunger, let her wind her hands around his thighs and pull him closer, let her tease him with her tongue, let her suckle on the head of his cock until the temptation to pump into her mouth and fill her full of his cum was nearly irresistible.

..... and then he stopped, pulling away, stepping back, stroking his slick cock with his own hands just out of her reach, watching as her pretty mouth formed a curving pout and her eyes widened pleadingly.

"Please," she whimpered again, reaching for him, lips parted, eager to serve. "Please let me suck your cock." There was an edge of a desperation in her voice.

"Ask politely," he demanded.

"Please, Sir," she begged a little more desperately. "Please let your dirty little cumdump suck your cock. Please let me taste you. Please, Sir, please...feed your slut"

He stayed out of her reach, taunting her with the slick strokes of his hand along the length of his cock, letting out soft groans when his palm rolled over the sensitive head.

She bit her lip, squirming restlessly as she watched him, her gorgeous eyes avid, enraptured with the motion of his hand.

He could smell her, see the arousal glistening between her thighs, covering the lips of her freshly shaved cunt with her own slick juices as she pressed her thighs together, attempting involuntarily to stave off the ache between them, to ease her hunger for him with the pressure against her dripping pussy.

"Knees apart," he snapped, and her legs fell apart as if he'd magically tied her down, her thighs spread wide, her dripping sex on display. The lips surrounding her cunt swollen with need. Her prompt, automatic obedience made his cock ache even more.

Part of him wanted to turn her over and bury himself in the tight wet warmth of her snug pussy, to fuck her until she was a screaming, incoherent mess from cumming over and over on his rock-hard cock, but he resisted.... Barely.

She didn't just need to be fucked, tonight. She needed to be reminded that she belonged to him.

She'd been tugging at the leash of his control over her for days, ever since the session with her best friend Mel. Not willfully defiant, but reluctantly toeing the line almost as if she was seeking a tightening of his ownership of her. She had told him she felt out of sorts and stressed but he knew the truth. She was having trouble reconciling her actions of the past few days and her enjoyment and needed to have the responsibility removed from her shoulders. She needed him to be the controlling catalyst.

"Hands on the bed," he said firmly, staying out of her reach until her palms pressed against the bedspread. "Keep them there."

He stepped back to her, stroking his cock inches from her wet, parted lips. Her tongue snaked out, wetting them further, but he didn't give her what she was blatantly begging for. He held his cock firmly, rubbing the head along her soft lips, painting her mouth with the mixture of her own saliva and the pre-cum that dripped down his shaft from the promise of her mouth so close. So tempting.

"Beg," he said darkly, his voice thick and full of need.

"Please," she almost sobbed, her voice muffled against his cock as he rested the head against her lips. "Please, Sir, please. Oh god -please let me suck you some more. Please... I... I just want to taste you. To please you. Oh please, Sir, please... fuck... I need you. I need you in my mouth. Please..."

"No."

"No?" she whimpered.

"No, you may not suck my cock, pet. This is not about what you want, or even what you think I want."

"What is it about?" she whispered, biting her lip as he pulled his cock away.

"It's about doing what I tell you, obeying without question" he said quietly, firmly, his hand stroking his length once again. Her eyes followed his fingers, mesmerized.

He watched understanding blossom in her expressive eyes as she looked up at him adoringly.

"Please master," she whispered earnestly, carefully. "I only want to please you, Sir. Whatever you want, however you want me. I'm here to serve your pleasure." "Forgive me. I can't help how much I want to taste you."

"Is that what you want?" he asked archly. "To taste me?" She nodded so eagerly it made him ache.

"Yes," she said simply. "Please, master."

"Close your eyes," he said with a soft groan. "Lick me, pet."

He turned around and stepped closer, standing over her pretty, upturned face. Her hands twitched, as if she wanted to reach for him when she felt his thighs on either side of her face, but she remembered to keep her hands on the bed.

Slowly he lowered his buttocks onto her face. "Taste my ass slut - rim me".

Her hips writhed as her tongue circled his arsehole, She stiffened her tongue and started to force it through his tight sphincter, jabbing it like a small prick, he sighed with pleasure as she unreservedly teased and fucked his twitching rosebud. His cock was as hard as he ever remembered and precum was dripping like the water from a leaky tap.

After about 5 minutes of ass worship he moved back slightly allowing her tongue and mouth to find his balls, heavy with a full load of spunk. She began flicking over them before taking each one in turn into her hungry mouth to lick and gently suck. Once she had thoroughly worshiped his spunk laden balls her tongue moved again seeking that spot at the base of his cock that always made his eyes roll back in pleasure.

She was in a fog of lust, her overheated cunt was soaking the bed under her as it dripped thick cunt cream. She kept her thighs spread wide, her wet cunt a heady temptation, but she had been ordered not to touch.

He leaned forward and started to slap her cunt as she serviced him. Rather that halting it, the pain further fanned the flames of desire that were burning white hot.

She whimpered and moaned softly as she licked him, bathing the base of his cock and his balls in the warmth of her mouth, pressing against him with her tongue, occasionally managing to reach back far enough to taste his ass again.

Teasing him with the pressure of her mouth until his fingers stroked his cock rapidly, eager to feed the hunger within her. The pressure of her skillful lips and tongue worked him up, higher and higher, until the need to cum was urgent.

"Where do you want my cum?" he asked, gravel in his voice. He was sure she'd ask him to cum in her mouth, to let her taste him, the way she'd been begging for him all night.

"All over me," she whispered hotly, her eyes still closed, her rapt expression visible in the mirror by the bed, reflecting her fierce concentration as she worked fervently to wring the orgasm from him. "Wherever it pleases you most, Sir. I just...I want to feel you on me. All over me. Covering me. Marking me as yours. Oh, fuck, Sir, please..."

"Mine," he groaned, stepping back as the first spurts of his cum splattered over her lips and chin and chest. "All fucking mine." He stepped back a little further, painting her cheeks and forehead in streaks of white, marking her as she'd begged for him to, bathing her entire face in his cum.

"All of you belongs to me my pet."

Looking down at her peaceful, beatific expression, proof of his ownership dripping down her face, he wanted to smear it into her skin, ruining her perfect makeup, and he couldn't resist giving her a taste of what she had begged for so desperately.

He swiped a finger along her cheek, collecting a rivulet of cum and painting it along her lower lip before pushing it into the heated depths of her mouth. Her lips tightened around his finger, eagerly suckling the digit clean. He fed her, drip by drip, cradling her head in between his thighs, letting the temptation of her mouth slowly return him to aching hardness once again.

When the last of his cum had been smoothed into her soft skin, her eyes opened languidly, her cheek nuzzling against his cock as she gazed up at him tenderly. "Thank you," she murmured, brushing her lips against his hardening shaft. "I love how you remind me that I belong to you."

His hand fisted in her hair once again and he tipped her head back, keeping her dangerous mouth away from his cock. He pulled her up, claiming those soft lips in a hungry, devouring kiss that left her squirming and rocking not-too-subtly against him.

"I'll remind you as often as you need me to," he promised. "That was lesson one, lesson two is this afternoon." She smiled and drifted off to sleep.