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  By Twilight “Yes this is embarrassing,” Bill thought. It even hurt a bit. But the pleasure of being entered was intoxicating. Mistress stroked him with her finger. This made him lift up to met her and moan, with each curve of the finger. “You will take whatever I give, won’ t you?” Bill could barely utter the words “Yes Mistress” between moans of pleasure. “Good. Relax slave and you will take more.” He relaxed his muscles and waited. Her finger withdrew halfway and stopped. Another cool, wet finger slid inside and he shuddered in ecstasy. All embarrassment had melted away and he gave himself to the intoxicating sensations. He was hard and rubbed against Mistress’s lap. “You are such a slut. This little hole is sucking up my fingers.” She plunged deeper inside of him. “You want more, don’t you?” “Yes Mistress, please.” “Beg for it. Tell me what you crave.” With this prompt, Bill began to beg in earnest. “Please Mistress. Please fuck my slut hole. I long to be filled. Please fuck me like the slut I am.” She withdrew her fingers as he pleaded. At once he stifled a cry, the empty feeling surprising him. “Go to my dresser and bring me back the cock that’s in the top drawer.” Bill crawled to her dresser and stood before it. His hands were shaking so badly with anticipation he could barely open the drawer. Inside nestled among her lacy panties sat a dildo and leather harness. Instinctively he knew he was to crawl back to her. The humiliation of what would follow was overwhelming. He couldn’t relax while she put it in his… But it wasn’t his anymore. It was her slut hole now, hers to do with as she pleased. With this in mind he placed the dildo in the harness and the head in his mouth. He crawled back and waited for her to begin. “Very good. But you took too long. You were wavering weren’t you?” Bill nodded a yes. “You will take twenty for doubting. Present.” He instantly laid the dildo on the coffee table and bent over, spreading himself for her. Clicking heels told him she had left the room. She had returned with her slapper. It was made of thick leather and wielded a nasty sting. As promised, she delivered twenty strokes, each one giving  him a sharp sting and rocking
him on his feet. Bill thankfully kissed the slapper and apologized
earnestly for his doubting.“Lean over the back of the sofa.” Nervousness returned as he followed her instructions. She came up behind him and firmly grabbed his rear. It was sensitive from the beating, causing him to wince slightly. The coolness of her finger slid inside him again. Anxiety melted and he arched his ass into the air. “You want this don’t you?” “Yes Mistress, please. I’m such a slut. Please fuck me like a cheap whore.” During his pleadings she had slipped another finger inside his tight hole causing him to moan these words. Fingers withdrew and the cold wet head of Mistress’s cock pressed against his puckered slut hole. “I want you to relax your entire body. Open yourself up completely. Breath slowly now…” “Yes, Mistress.” The head slid inside of him and his body stretched to receive it. “Take a deep breath.” As he inhaled she slipped the cock deeper within and his well-lubricated hole widened, sucking her in eagerly. She worked the cock in and out until she could easily slide all of it inside. Mistress pulled almost out of him then and shoved back in, filling him completely. Bill whimpered from the pleasure and the pain. Ecstasy rippled through his body. “You like this don’t you slut?” “Yes, Mistress. Thank you… Thank you.” She fucked him long and hard. Sensations began to build and his cock strained for release. Unable to stroke himself because his hands were pinned behind his back, Bill softly moaned into the upholstery. Her thrusts intensified and he groaned loudly in response. “You can come from me fucking you, can’t you little slut.” “Yes, Mistress. Please may I cum while you’re inside me?” 
“Let me hear how much you want it.”Bill begged and his cock began to throb. Pleading always brought him to the brink of orgasm. Reaching around his thigh, she grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard, digging in her nails. “Cum now slave.” The orgasm overtook him and he spurted in rhythm as she thrust into him, pounding him against the upholstery. The only sound to be heard was his exhausted panting as she slowly pulled out of him. “Thank you, oh thank you Mistress.” Bill’s voice was just a whisper now. “You made a mess all over my sofa. Clean it up.” Her nails scraped his scalp as she grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed his face into the cum soaked spot. He licked up his cum gratefully, so eager to please her. She excused him shortly afterwards. Bill went to his pile of clothes, dressed and thanked her once more. Then he caught the subway and rode it across town. Riding home, swaying slightly as the subway rumbled along, he smiled at these memories. His ass tingled, his hole still throbbing from her cock. He cherished these sensations and knew he’d never be the same again. Page 1
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