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School Girl Slave 2
By Fantasy Stories
Chapter 8 - Sleep Over
When Richard had said he was going to have a shower
Janet foolishly thought she'd be left alone for a
while. But although he took all the cuffs off he left
her collar on and made her crawl to the bathroom as he
told her that he was going to let her clean him.
As he stood in the large shower, letting his naked
slave soap and wash him he felt like an arab shiek with
a harem girl pampering him and looking after his every
need. Way cool! Especially as he made her carefully
soap and wash his still hard cock and run her soapy
fingers through his arse crack. The other part that
was great was when her boobs brushed against him. Also
way cool! Boobs had to be one of the greatest things
ever invented! When she was behind him, washing his
back he captured her hands, bringing them around to his
chest so that her big boobs were squashed against his
back.
"That's the way slave, use those tits to wash me with.
Yeah, good slave girl."
He made her rub him with her soapy boob for a while,
getting her to stop and soap up her tits a couple of
times till the rumble in his stomach intruded. After
she's washed him he'd intended playing with her soapy
body but he decided that could wait till another time.
Which was one of the great things about this, that
there would be other time - as many of them as he
wanted.
"Okay slave, I reckon I must be clean now. Your turn.
I'll give you thirty minutes to be clean, dry and
looking good again."
It didn't take too long for Richard to dry and then she
was alone, standing under the water, finally able to
relax a bit as she tried to imagine the water washing
all the horror and humiliation away. When she
eventually turned off the shower it felt so good to be
able to cover herself, to wrap a towel around her body
that she just stood there, luxuriating in the feeling
although she knew she'd have to get rid of the towel
when he came back.
Picking up the hair dryer she sat in front of the
mirror, examining her face really carefully as she
started drying her hair. Nothing. Somehow she thought
she should look different. After all she'd been raped,
whipped, had all sorts of disgusting things done to her
so surely it would show. But it didn't, not even where
he'd slapped her face. Now that she'd showered, even
her eyes were clear, no longer red from all the crying
she'd done.
Putting down the dryer she slowly lowered the towel,
exposing her boobs. There were a couple of faint red
marks, but nothing that really looked like she been
whipped. She carefully traced a finger along one of
the marks across the top of her left boob but it didn't
hurt. Still nothing. Then her focus went to her
nipples remembering the agony when the whip had landed
on them and when he'd squeezed them. Surely they'd
still be sore she thought. Tentatively she rubbed her
finger over her left nipple.
"Ohhh."
Although touching her nipple brought a gasp, it wasn't
from pain. She quickly pulled the towel back up,
ashamed at the tingling rush of pleasure that had
radiated from her nipple when she touched it. Picking
up the dryer again, she resumed drying her hair,
fighting back a fresh round of tears. Once again her
body was betraying her, proving what a slut she really
was.
Mechanically she kept brushing and drying her hair till
her arm ached and she had to stop. She sat, shoulders
slumped, totally defeated once again as she stared
blankly at the mirror, waiting for Richard.
"Yeah, that's great, you're looking good again. Okay,
towel off and get in position slave."
She hadn't heard him come into the bathroom but she
quickly slid off the chair, reluctantly unwrapping the
towel and letting it drop to the floor as she knelt in
front of him, hands behind her back. Although her eyes
were downcast she could see the end of the lead so she
wasn't surprised when he put the collar around her neck
again, locking it in place. Then he dropped her
clothes at her feet.
"Okay slave, you can put these back on for a while."
"Thank you."
"Master!"
"Thank you master. I'm sorry."
"You can write it down in your punishment book later
along with all the other stuff. Now get them on."
Clothes. She wouldn't have to walk around naked. She
quickly picked up them up, looking for her underpants,
desperate to cover herself now that he was going to let
her, but they weren't there. Her bra was also missing.
All that he'd given her were her skirt and t-shirt.
She knew she should just put on the skirt and top but
she couldn't help herself asking.
"Umm, where's the rest . master?"
"What'd you mean?"
"Well, my bra and panties aren't here master."
"Fuck. You're really asking to be punished aren't you
slave. You'll wear what I want you to wear. And I
don't want you wearing underpants or a bra. You know
what? For asking that you're not allowed to wear
underpants or a bra from now on, understand? Ever!
From now on you tits and cunt have to be available to
me whenever I want them. So quit complaining or you
can give me back the t-shirt slave."
"No, it's ok, I'm sorry master. I'm sorry really.
Look, I'm putting them on master."
Cursing herself for being so stupid she quickly pulled
the skirt and t-shirt on, grateful to at least be able
to cover herself this much. Sinking to her knees again
she resolved to just do what he said and not give him
anymore reasons for punishments.
Richard found it almost as much of a turn on watching
her legs and boobs disappear under the skirt and t-
shirt, as when she taken them off earlier in the day.
When she was finally kneeling at his feet again he felt
what was becoming a familiar rush of power, this time
because he knew that if he wanted to he could just put
his hands inside her clothes and play with her and she
wouldn't dare object. She was so his.
"Okay but that'll be two punishments. One for not
calling me master and one for asking stupid questions.
Now come on. Pizza should be here soon. No . you can
crawl slave girl."
"Yes master."
With a tug on the leash, he headed off and she crawled
after him, starting to wonder what other horrors he had
planned for tonight and trying not to think of what the
punishments might be.
They'd just reached the bottom of the stairs when the
doorbell rang. His first thought was that he should
hide her but then he realised that there was no need.
In fact he could have a bit of fun with her.
"Okay slave, up you get. Here's the money."
She stared at him blankly as he unclipped the leash.
"I want you to pay for the pizza. Come on."
With any luck the delivery guy would be someone they
knew from school so he could show off his new
girlfriend but unfortunately it wasn't. However the
guy was obviously impressed with Janet. When she
answered the door his eyes went straight to her tits,
checking out her obviously braless state which caused
Janet to blush a deep red. Richard took the pizza and
drink, quickly getting rid of them so he could stand
behind her as she paid the guy.
He carefully put his hand on her beautiful arse,
wishing he could tell the guy that she was his slave
but knowing he'd just have to be happy with the guy
assuming she was his girlfriend. Which was a pretty
cool thing anyway. For a second she tensed and he
thought she was going to try to pull away but she
didn't.
As Janet and the guy did their stuff, Richard dropped
his hand down till he felt the back of her bare thigh,
then brought it up underneath her skirt till he was
holding her naked arse cheek, gently squeezing the firm
flesh. She only just managed to muffle her gasp,
turning it into a cough as his finger slipping into her
arse crack and pressed against her arsehole. The guy
gave her a funny look as she coughed again, trying to
cover her discomfort as he counted out the change in
front of her and as Richard pushed his finger further
forward along her slit till he was just able to get the
tip of his finger into her cunt.
As soon as the pizza guy had backed out the door,
shutting it behind him, Richard pulled his hand out and
acted as though nothing unusual had happened.
"Okay. You take this stuff into the family room, I'll
go get some glasses and stuff. Thought we could watch
some tv, ok?"
"Um, ok . master."
They ate the pizza in front of the tv, sitting on the
sofa side by side, watching reruns of The Simpson's on
cable which Janet was sort of grateful for because it
allowed her to half forget what had happened. And
Richard didn't try to do anything to her which was even
better. By the end of the third episode she was even
joining Richard's laughter at the craziness of the
Simpson's. Then a made for tv movie started and
Richard left her by herself for a while as he cleared
away the stuff from their dinner.
The movie wasn't really very interesting but Janet
watched it intently. She figured that if it looked
like she was really into it Richard might leave her
alone.
When he came back, Richard was feeling sort of nervous
as he'd decided that for the rest of the evening he
wanted to act out another of his Janet fantasies. It
was a major one this time, where he'd "accidentally"
met Janet somewhere and instead of ignoring him like
normal, she'd told him that she was really sorry about
everything that had happened. She'd finally realised
how horrible she'd been to him and really wanted them
to be friends again. Richard, being such a great guy,
had of course forgiven her and asked her if she wanted
to come over to his place to hang out. They'd ended up
watching tv and fortunately his parents were out. It
was evening and they sat side by side on the sofa,
watching a movie. Naturally they kissed and started
to make out. It was really romantic and eventually she
asked him to make love to her, telling him she wanted
him to be her first. So of course he did. Sometimes
on the sofa, other times they'd go to his room. And it
was always great!
Of course he knew that reality wasn't going to be quite
the same but that was okay. Just as long as it was
close he thought. Sitting down alongside her again, he
put his right arm around her shoulder, his hand
casually draped on the top of her arm. In the fantasy
she would have immediately snuggled into his chest but
she just stayed as she was, sort of frozen, watching
the tv. Problem. Of course Janet didn't know what the
fantasy he was playing out was. He didn't want to have
to tell her what to do all the time as he knew that
would spoil the fantasy so he put some pressure on her
arm with his hand, sort of pulling her closer to him,
hoping she'd get it. For a second he thought she was
going to resist but then she was changing her position,
letting her head rest against his chest as she moved
lower on the sofa. Although he did notice that she
kept a hold of her skirt, making sure it didn't ride up
her legs. Still, he could live with that. It just
felt so good to have Janet's head against his chest.
After this initial move, Janet expected him to do more
but he seemed content with having her head on his
chest. After a few minutes waiting for his next move
she relaxed again and tried to turn her attention back
to the movie. Maybe the night was going to be okay
after all she thought.
Richard resisted the temptation to do anything for as
long as he could. He only half watched the movie, most
of his time being spent looking down at her body,
watching the way her beautiful boobs rose and fell.
Because she didn't have her bra on he could see the
bumps her nipple made on the tshirt. They obviously
weren't hard but it was still an incredible turn on
being able to look at the sexy bumps they made against
the thin material of her tshirt. And below her boobs,
her slim legs were like a magnet as they disappeared
under her skirt.
When the temptation became too great he just shifted
position a bit as though he was getting comfortable
again and in doing so his left hand ended up against
her left knee. For a couple of minutes he didn't do
anything but then he started moving finger against her
knee. Now in his fantasy she would have responded,
moved even closer and let her hand drift to his leg,
caressing him the same way he was caressing her. But
of course she didn't do any of that so he just
concentrated on his mission which was to slowly work
his way up her leg to that magical place, her cunt.
As soon as his fingers touched her knee Janet knew is
was on again, knew that this was the start of another
round of some sort of sex. As she watched first one
finger, then two, then his whole hand moving against
her knee she just hoped that there would be no pain
this time. Which she knew meant she'd have to do what
he wanted and not try to stop him. So as his hand
moved further up her leg she resisted her natural
instinct to push his hand away and stayed leaning
against his shoulder, trying to stay relaxed, hoping
that this was what he wanted her to do. The first real
test came when his hand was about a quarter the way
along her thigh and his finger pressed against her
other leg. She knew what this meant and immediately
let her legs spread apart a bit.
When she let her legs spread at just the lightest push
from his finger he felt his cock jerk. This was more
like the way she should be acting, responding
immediately to what he did. His hand move down between
her legs, caressing the silky smooth inside of her
thigh and when his fingers once again brushed against
her other leg she spread them open again even further.
Then a couple of seconds later he watched spellbound
as, without any prompting from him, she moved her right
foot, her leg spreading apart as far as her skirt would
allow, giving him total access to her cunt. Yes! She
was doing it totally! His stomach sort of tightened
and his cock got even harder if that was possible.
This was becoming such a turn on!
It wasn't that she wanted to open her legs like this
but as his fingers moved further up her leg she'd
figured she didn't have a choice. Of course it then
made it easy for his hand and fingers to stroke the
sensitive inside of her thigh which felt nice. Very
nice. Increasingly nice, especially as he was taking
so long about it, his fingers and nails moving almost
imperceptibly closer to her pussy.
By now his hand was pushing against her skirt, inching
it higher and higher up her legs, exposing more and
more of her beautiful thighs. Then another movement
caught his eyes and he stared transfixed as her nipples
hardened, pushing out against her tshirt. She must be
getting turned on by this. Fucking amazing! He didn't
really think about the next move as his other hand left
her shoulder and turned her head up to him till their
lips met.
One part of her was telling her just do the minimum but
there was another part that really was getting turned
on and there was no hesitation in parting her lips and
letting his tongue invade her mouth. No, not invade
because he was being nice, gentle even, his tongue just
carefully probing till she let her own tongue answer.
As they kissed he let his hand move all the way up till
he was pressing against her hot cunt, feeling the
wonderful touch of her silky pubic hair against his
thumb as it rested on her mound. This was so perfect,
kissing her as he started to feel her up. Well almost
perfect.
The only thing that was missing now for Richard was the
feel of her hand on his cock which by now felt like it
was going to burst as it pressed up against his shorts,
begging to be released and played with. For a while he
was content to just kiss her, hoping she'd do something
herself but finally he had to get her moving. He
brought his right hand down again so it was on her
upper arm and then all he needed to do was apply a
little bit of pressure and her hand moved from her side
over to his leg.
She wasn't surprised when he did this as she knew he'd
want her to touch his thing . no, his cock, it was just
that she hadn't been able to bring herself to initiate
it. Now however it was clear what he wanted so she
moved her hand along his leg till she felt the lump
made by his cock.
Richard's stomach was doing flip flops with the
intensity of what was happening. He was sitting
watching tv with Janet Sheen and they were petting,
necking, making out, whatever anyone wanted to fucking
call it. And it was so close to being the real thing,
really like she was his girlfriend, so like his
fantasies, that he was feeling totally satisfied. Well
almost totally satisfied. That would come when he
fucked her again, but for the moment he wanted to keep
enjoying kissing her and feeling her up like this while
she played with his cock.
As he felt her hand wrapping around his cock, lightly
squeezing it, he pressed his index finger into her slit
and curling it up, managed to slide it into her cunt.
She tensed, moaning into his mouth and then it felt
like she actually pushed her hips forward, as though
she was trying to get more of his finger inside her.
Which he was more than happy to do except the position
they were in made it hard to get more than half his
finger inside her. Time to get her into a better
position.
Moving his hand from between her legs he reached over
and grabbed her legs with one hand while his other hand
was applying pressure on her far arm. For a second
nothing happened and then she obviously worked out what
he wanted. She was already half twisted to him so it
was fairly easy for her to reposition herself, swinging
her body over his, so that she was kneeling on the
couch, her knees on either side of his legs, her body
now facing him.
During this they hadn't broken their kiss and her hand
hadn't left his cock. Her other hand ended up on his
shoulder and for a while Richard was content to just
kiss her, his hands resting on her back as he enjoyed
the feel of her hand playing with his cock and her
tongue in his mouth. Eventually of course he wanted
more and he started caressing her back, making sure as
he did so that he was starting to pull her t-shirt up,
bit by bit till it wouldn't go any further. Only then
did he reluctantly break the kiss.
As he lifted the tshirt up and off, she kept her eyes
down, unable to look at him. This was getting
confusing again. After all he'd done to her, kissing
him like this should be horrible but it wasn't. He was
a good kisser, strong but not slobby like some of the
guys she'd known. And although his tongue was in her
mouth, it wasn't like he was trying to choke her with
it. Her arms lifted up in the air as the tshirt came
off and then they were down by her side as she just
stopped herself from using them to hide her naked boobs
from him.
It seemed kind of silly to him but seeing her boobs
once again really took his breath away they were so
perfect. Big, round and sitting impossibly high on her
body, not sagging one little bit like so many of the
boobs he'd seen in the stuff on the net. Begging him
to kiss them, to worship them! So he did, leaning in
till his lips captured her left nipple as his hands
returned to her back. In his fantasies, her nipples
had never been as exciting as they were in real life.
The texture of them against his lips and tongue was
unlike anything else he'd ever known and he knew that
he'd keep returning to them again and again in the days
ahead.
For a few seconds Janet was unsure what to do, caught
in a three way fight. She could either be a statue
till he made her do something, pretend to like what he
was doing or she could give into the pleasure of what
he was doing to her body. She just decided to do the
safe, middle choice and pretend to like what he was
doing when he started to gently suck on her nipple at
the same time as the tip of his tongue was circling
around it.
"Ohh, mmm ."
Of their own volition, her hands came up to his head,
holding him against her, as her eyes closed and she
allowed herself to become lost in the tingling pleasure
he was bringing to her nipples. It was like she
suddenly had the most incredible itch in her nipple and
he was giving her the ultimate satisfaction as he dealt
with it.
For the next few minutes Richard licked and sucked at
her nipples, taking the time as he moved from one to
the other to really get to know them. He loved the
occasional moans she made and the times when her hands
tightened momentarily on his head, making a mental note
of just what his lips and tongue were doing each time
it happened. What she seemed to like the most was when
he was using a moderate suction at the same time as he
swirled his tongue around the rubbery buds. The other
one that seemed to work was flicking his tongue as
quickly as he could over them.
The trouble was that all she was doing now was holding
his head and moaning a bit. In his fantasy she was
more active than this, constantly touching him, showing
how much she wanted him. This was sort of okay, but
not really what he wanted and finally he had to
acknowledge that she wasn't keeping up her side of his
fantasy. Her hands had remained on his head for way
too long. Not that having her hands on his head
wasn't great, especially when her fingers tightened on
his head, sort of giving him a head massage. But by
now, at least in his fantasy, she should have been
taking his clothes off and she should have been
touching him everywhere, not just on his head.
Reluctantly he pulled back, releasing her nipple.
Janet had sort of lost herself over the last few
minutes, closing her eyes and just allowing the
wonderful sensations to flow through her boobs as he
licked and sucked at her nipples. It took her a couple
of seconds to register that he wasn't bringing his
mouth back to her nipples and she opened her eyes,
slowly focusing on his face, only inches from hers, his
lips parted, inviting her.
He waited for a few seconds as they stared at each
other but she didn't make any move so reluctantly he
ran his hands along her arms up to where they were
still resting on his head. Taking her hands in his he
moved them down to his chest so her fingers were
against the buttons of his shirt. When he felt her
fumbling with the top button, he closed the gap between
them and started kissing her again.
She'd been so confused, almost at the point of
panicking after he'd broken the kiss and kept staring
at her. Even when he moved her hands from his head she
still didn't know what he wanted. It was only as she
felt the button on his shirt against her finger that
she realised what he wanted. She started unbuttoning
his shirt, doing them as quickly as she could, working
her way down his chest till she had them all undone.
He hadn't put his arms around her again and she knew
that this must be so she'd be able to take his shirt
off, so she did, working it over his shoulders and down
his arms then letting it fall to the couch behind them.
With his shirt now off, she knew what he'd be wanting
next. He'd want her to take the rest of his clothes
off. She tried to do it but her fingers seemed to
freeze and she just couldn't. After what felt like an
eternity, she put her hands on his back and started
caressing his back as they continued kissing, hoping
that doing this would keep him happy.
Now that his shirt was off, he pulled her against him,
loving the feel of her hard nipples touching him and
then her boobs flattening out against his chest like
twin pillows. But although that felt great he knew it
was now totally impossible to keep the fantasy thing
going. Maybe he should have told her what he wanted
but that would have sort of spoiled it anyway. It was
probably that she needed more training. Yeah, that was
it. He was treating her like his girlfriend but she
was his slave, not his girlfriend. And what he was
meant to be doing now was training her to be a good sex
slave. Already he'd found that punishing her was a
very effective way of getting her to be a good slave so
it was pretty clear that he was going to have to punish
her lots more before she really got it.
He decided to mostly discard the fantasy, but not the
fuck! After fucking her, he'd give her another
punishment session, making sure she understood that
some of the punishment was because she wasn't doing the
things he wanted her to do right now. Breaking the
seal between their lips, he moved her head down,
tilting his head back so her lips were against his
throat. For a couple of seconds she just left them
against his throat, not really doing anything then he
felt her tongue and the movement of her lips, licking
and kissing him. As he guided her head lower, his
other hand was pressing against her knee till she moved
it back.
For a while Janet was confused about what he wanted,
desperately trying to figure it out. Then it dawned.
He wanted her to standup, probably so she could take
off his pants, but she obviously had to keep kissing
his body at the same time.
The way she was kissing his throat and then his chest
as he pushed her head further down was kind of
disappointing. Not that it wasn't great just to feel
her lips on him. To know that it was Janet's tongue
that was licking him but he thought it should have felt
even better. It was tentative, didn't really feel like
she was getting into it the way he knew he had when
he'd kissed her whole body earlier in the day. He'd
have to remember to punish her for that later so she'd
be better at it the next time. Yeah, that was
definitely the way to go, use this to set up her
punishments! And then maybe have a training session.
And what he could do tomorrow maybe would be have a
training session where he was punishing her as part of
the session. That'd be fun. He could tell her to do
things to him, punish her for not doing the properly,
get her to do them again, punish her. Shit he could do
that all day till she was absolutely perfect at all the
sex stuff he wanted! Yeah, tomorrow was going to be an
awesome day too!
Still, at least she'd worked out that she had to stand
up so she could get his pants off. As he felt her
hands tugging at the waist of his shorts, he lifted his
bum, allowing her to pull them down his legs and off,
letting his raging hard cock bounce free again. Soon,
soon he'd be back inside that most amazing of places,
her beautiful, tight, velvety cunthole!
Both his hands were now holding her head, guiding her
lips down his body and she had no doubt where he wanted
her to end up. When the underside of her chin bumped
into his cockhead she heard him gasp and then he was
pulling her mouth from his stomach and tilting her face
down. Opening her lips wide she let the smooth swollen
head of his cock slide over them into her mouth once
again.
"Oh yeah. That's the way, get my cock wet."
Now that she knew exactly what he wanted, it was easy.
Bringing her hands into play, her left hand cradled his
balls while her right hand held the base of his cock
and started moving up and down, just as the girls in
the videos did.
"Mmmmm"
"Oh fuck yeah. And take the rest of your clothes off.
That's the way."
Maybe it was no longer his `first time' fantasy but it
was still fucking amazing he thought as he looked down
at her. He was watching the top of her head bobbing up
and down as she started sucking his cock, her lips
tight and her tongue moving against his cockhead and
shaft. Then as he looked down her back, one hand start
tugging at her skirt, pulling it from where it was
bunched around her waist, over her hips and bum, and
then down her legs to fall to the floor. Now she was
naked again, just the way a slave should be! And as
she settled down onto her knees again, he felt her
boobs against his thighs, her hard nipples drilling
into his legs.
He kept her servicing his cock for at least ten
minutes, one hand guiding her head up and down in an
almost hypnotic dance with his hips providing an
instinctive counter move. As her head swallowed him
his hips pushed up, and then dropped down as her tight
sucking mouth moved back up. Heaven!
It would have been good to let her keep sucking him
till he filled her mouth with his come once again but
he wanted more, he wanted to come deep inside her as he
felt her body pressed against his. He lifted her head
off his swollen cock.
"Ok, get back up here. Come on, sit up here like you
were before."
As Janet clambered back onto the couch, her knees on
either side of his thighs, he slid down a little
further so that his wet cock was positioned under her,
ready for her to sit on it.
"Sit on my cock. Come on, put my cock in you. I want
to feel it sliding all the way into you."
As her hand started to position his hard cock at her
slit his mouth hungrily covered hers again, his tongue
pushing into her mouth. Rubbing his cockhead back and
forth through her already damp slit she eased down a
fraction as she lined the head up with the entrance to
her vagina . no her cunt. For a moment she hesitated,
her shame and humiliation surfacing, not sure if she
could bring herself to voluntarily impale herself on
his cock but the fear of his "punishments" was enough
push her into action. Easing down she let him enter
her. Start raping her again but this time apparently
she was going to have to do all the work.
"Ohh ."
At first it was just the top of his cock stretching her
again, filling her entrance but then she eased down
more, once again feeling a cock opening her up,
splitting her in two. With half his cock inside she
stopped to get her breath before she lifted up a
fraction and then dropped down again. This happened
three more times until she had all his cock inside her,
filling her totally. During all this their mouths had
been glued together, his tongues invading her mouth as
his cock invaded her cunt.
For a while she stayed locked there, coming to terms
once again at feeling so incredibly full. The trouble
was that it felt good having this thing inside her and
she didn't want it to, she wanted it to feel horrible,
like being raped should feel. But it didn't feel
horrible, didn't feel like an invasion, more like a
coming home as though she was meant to have something
stretching and filling her down there.
"Oh yeah, your pussy is so hot. So hot and so tight.
Feels so fucking good. Okay, now, fuck me. Come on
start moving it slave."
As she started slowly moving up and down on his cock he
dropped his head down to her tits, capturing one of her
hard nipples in his mouth and sucking on it while his
hands moved down to her hips. He let her keep the slow
pace going because it sort of felt like her cunt was
massaging his cock, making it feel really good but not
pushing him too far. Having come so many times already
today he was pretty sure he'd be able to hold out for a
long time and he was planning on enjoying every long
minute of it.
His lips moved back and forth from one nipple to the
other as his hands caressed her thighs and bum, feeling
her muscles flex and relax as she continued fucking
him. It wasn't only the feelings that were so great,
it was also the fact that he could do this. Get her to
fuck him in this sort of gentle, loving fashion.
In spite of herself, Janet was also enjoying this, more
and more. It felt like his cock was caressing her
pussy as she slid up and down and after a while she was
even pushing her tits forward, helping him to tongue
and lick her achy, hard nipples.
"Ohh."
It was getting too much for both of them and when one
of his hands gripped her hips and started to increase
the pace of her fucking him there was no thought of
resistance.
"Oh fuck yeah. Feels so fucking good. Oh shit. This
is fucking incredible."
Now he took complete control of the pace forcing her to
go faster and faster until her tits were bouncing and
he couldn't keep her nipple in his mouth. For a while
he watched her firm boobs jiggling on her chest before
he pulled her body against his, pressing her tits to
his chest as his mouth found the side of her neck and
he started kissing her neck, sucking on her. As hard
as he tried to hold back his climax, it proved
impossible and his grip on her hip became almost
painful as he pulled her down, jamming his cock up as
forcefully as he could.
"Shit. Coming, fucking coming! Oh fuck yeah! Oh,
fuck that's so fucking good! Oh shit."
He held her as tightly as he could his hips jerking up
with each glorious pulse as he filled her cunt once
again with his come.
"Oh fuck yeah. Coming inside you again! Fucking
amazing. Oh shit that's good!"
Janet was getting close to coming but wasn't there yet.
Her first instinct was to keep riding his cock, to
allow the pressure that had been building on her
clitoris each time she pressed her pubic bone against
him to bubble over into her own climax but she didn't.
She just remained frozen in position, waiting for his
next move, praying he was happy with what she'd done
and wouldn't find anything to punish her for.
Richard held her as tightly as he could, his spent cock
still inside her, occasionally jabbing his hips up as
another aftershock hit him. Perfection! He'd never
come so many times in the one day and felt like he'd
never need to come again. Well at least not till
tomorrow. Finally he released his grip on her,
flopping back on the couch.
"Wow. That was so good. Fucking you is so fucking
good slave."
He didn't think she'd come this time and for a couple
of seconds he thought about making her come by playing
with her clit but he really didn't think he had the
energy. And besides she was his slave, this was about
him feeling good, not her! Reaching out he brushed his
fingers idly over her still swollen nipples.
"Ohh."
"Like that do you slave? Hey, I asked you a question
slave."
"I'm sorry, yes master, I do. I do like it master."
"And aren't you forgetting something slave?"
She stared at him, her fear creeping up on her again as
she tried to think of what she'd forgotten. Then it
hit her. She had to clean his cock, lick their juices
off after he'd fucked her.
"No, master, I didn't forget, really. See, I'm doing
it now master."
There was a plopping sound as she pulled herself off
his cock and then she was kneeling between his legs,
her mouth and tongue busily licking every trace of come
from his cock and balls.
Although he was enjoying the power he clearly now had
over her as she slavishly licked and sucked his cock
and balls, he was a bit pissed of that she'd lied to
him. He'd seen it in her eyes that she had forgotten.
As he watched her licking away all traces of his come
he started to get pissed off at her again. She really
did need punishing if she was going to keep trying to
bullshit him. He shouldn't have had to remind her
about sucking his cock after he'd fucked her and he she
was meant to thank him for fucking her. Yep, he'd get
her to write all the things she done wrong in her book
and then it'd be punishment time! He lent over her and
whacked her on her naked arse.
"Ahh."
"Okay bitch, that's enough. Time to write up your
punishment book."
"Yes master."
He'd left the book on the coffee table in front of them
so she swiveled around to start.
"Let's see I think the first one would be didn't want
me to watch you taking a piss. And didn't call me
master - you'd better leave space for adding in each
time you didn't call me master cause I think we'll find
there's been a few. And I think you called me Richard
that time which you're not allowed to do because you're
just a slut slave so write that down."
As she started writing down the punishments the terror
that gripped her body was so overwhelming she literally
had to force her hand to write, grasping the pen
tightly so it wouldn't slip out of her shaking hand.
She didn't know if she'd be able to stand being whipped
again and wanted to beg him not to hurt her but she was
afraid that if she did that he'd just add more
punishments. So she just kept on mindlessly writing,
slowly filling the page with punishment after
punishment.
He thought it would only take a few minutes but it took
over thirty minutes for her to write down all the
punishments. And during those thirty minutes he
started to get more excited about punishing her, about
giving her some more pain after the way she'd been
hurting him for the last three years with her stuck up
attitude. She was squatting on her knees crouched over
the coffee table with her back to him and for a while
he just slouched back on the couch, recovering from
their fuck as he told her what to write down. After a
while though the sight of her naked back and bum became
too tempting and he moved forward on the couch so he
could touch her.
When he touched her bum she tensed but he didn't mind
that. By now it was a pretty long list of things he
was going to be punishing her for and he wasn't
finished yet. He cupped her bum with her hand and that
was when he knew what he was going to do. Spank her.
Put her over his knees and spank her. To actually have
his hand directly hitting her rather than using the
whip would be great. Lifting his palm up he brought it
down in a practice slap, stopping just short of hitting
her but imagining the sound of his hand hitting her and
the cry she'd make. And maybe slapping the backs of
her thighs as well, that'd probably hurt a fair bit.
By now he had both hands on her bum, kneading the meaty
globes as he fantasised about the spanking he was going
to give her. He hurried up the last few punishments
eager to get on with the next part of the evening.
"And final punishment I think is that you didn't thank
me for fucking you just then. Didn't thank me for
filling your worthless cunt full of my come."
"Yes master."
"Okay slave. When you've finished writing that up go
upstairs to my bedroom and wait for me. And take the
book with you."
"Yes master."
By the time Janet had finished writing the last
punishment in the book, he'd left. She looked
longingly at her skirt and top, so wanting to put them
on but knowing it would probably only lead to more
punishments if she did. Instead she stood and headed
to the stairs. It was only as she started up the
stairs that she really became conscious of her
nakedness. She was walking around a house naked,
something she'd only ever done in her own bedroom or
bathroom. It felt weird and she put an arm across her
boobs and held the book over her bush. This still left
her feeling as if her bum was exposed and she hurried
up the stairs, wanting to at least get into a room
where she could feel more in control, more covered.
She thought he'd be in his room waiting for her but he
wasn't and at first she just stood in the middle of the
room, not sure what to do. She was about to sit on the
edge of his bed to wait when the risk she was taking by
just standing there hit her. She was meant to be
kneeling when he came into a room. Tossing the book
onto his desk she dropped to her knees and got into the
ready position he'd taught her earlier in the day.
Knees spread, bum on the floor, boobs pushed out and
hands behind her back. After a few seconds she
realised she was facing away from the door and that was
probably wrong so she quickly shuffled around so that
she'd be facing him when he came in, then she waited.
Punishment. The reality of what he was going to do
started to crowd in on her now as she waited. He was
going to whip her again, probably on her boobs and
everywhere. She couldn't stop the trembling and then
the tears that started trickling down her cheeks. It
was going to hurt and she didn't think she could take
it again but she knew she couldn't stop him. Not
unless she left and if she did then everything she'd
let him do today would be for nothing. Although her
life felt like it was over after what he'd done to her
today, if she left and he told people about her
cheating it would really be over. She had to stay, had
to let him do everything he wanted to do to her.
When he came into the room about five minutes later he
was really pleased to see that she was kneeling in her
slave position but when he realised she was crying he
was a bit thrown. He'd come in all prepared to start
punishing her but seeing her crying like this somehow
made it difficult. She looked really sad and if
anything, he wanted to hug her which of course he knew
he couldn't do. Then he saw the punishment book lying
on his desk and he walked past her to pick it up.
Looking at the list of things he was going to punish
her for was all he needed to get over her tears. It
was the ones where she was still treating him as
unimportant, like when she went off at him earlier and
called him a shit that really stood out. This wasn't
about her tears now, it was about the way she'd been
treating him for the last few years. It was about
teaching her a few lessons and if that meant she cried
some more, good!
"Okay slave, crawl over here and lie down over my
legs."
With a huge effort she forced herself to turn around
and crawl to where he was sitting at his desk. She
wasn't sure what he wanted her to do but he made it
pretty easy, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her
into position lying on her stomach across his legs.
It was as though her body was made to lie across his
lap like this. Her thighs were pressed against his
right thigh and he could feel the underside of her tits
squashing into his left thigh. Heaven. Made even more
heavenly of course be her beautiful smooth rounded
bum, just waiting for his hand. At first he just
enjoyed caressing and squeezing her bum, before letting
his fingers trailing into her crack then down her
thighs. He could feel her shivering, probably from
fear but that only spurred him on. Grabbing her
punishment book from his desk he dropped it on the
floor near her head.
"Okay slave, here's what's going to happen. You're
going to read out each punishment and how many times I
have to slap you for it. You will then count out each
slap as I give it. When we've finished a punishment
you will thank me for punishing you then you tell me
what the next punishment is for and how many slaps you
deserve. Okay slave?"
"Yes master."
"And if you fuck up, you know, like forget to thank me
or don't count, then you'll get that punishment again
and again till you do get it right. Okay what's the
first one."
Slaps. He was going to slap her. She'd been so
convinced that he was going to use his whip on her that
she almost thanked him, assuming that being slapped
couldn't hurt anywhere near as much as the whip had.
Upside down the way she was it wasn't easy but she
managed to get the book open and read out the first
punishment. All she had to do was read out the
punishments, count them and thank him after each one.
It should be easy and probably wouldn't hurt too much.
"Didn't want my master watching me taking a piss. One
slap master."
"That'll be two of course `cause I have to double it
because of your daily cheating punishment don't I? I
said don't I slave?"
"Yes master .. ow! Umm, one. Oww, two."
As he landed the first one on her right cheek and the
second on her left cheek he realised how exciting this
was going to be. In some ways much better than using a
whip because the actual physical contact was a real
buzz, especially the way he could feel her body react.
As he hit her he could feel each jerk she made. And
with the whip he'd been worried about hitting her too
hard and breaking her skin but he didn't see how he
could do anything like that no matter how hard he
slapped her.
There was a white imprint of his palm on each of her
arse cheeks. At first it was really clear then it
faded until it was almost the same colour as the rest
of her bum, just a little redder. He brushed his
fingers over where he'd hit as he waited for her to
thank him for punishing her and then tell him what the
next punishment was. His cock had lost some of it's
hardness after fucking her downstairs but as he thought
about her actually thanking him each time he spanked
her it got superhard again and he could feel it
pressing up into her belly. This really was awesome, a
total power trip he thought, being able to punish her
and then have her thank him for it.
The slaps had hurt more than she'd been expecting,
stinging her and she wanted to reach back to protect
herself but knew she didn't dare. She stared at the
punishment book through teary eyes starting to realise
just how many things there were he was going to be
hitting her bum for. Dozens! Maybe he'd get tired of
it she thought and not do them all.
"Didn't call master master .five, master."
He couldn't believe she'd forgotten to thank him.
Probably on purpose he thought. He'd brought his hand
down on her arse twice in quick succession, hitting her
at least twice as hard as the first time.
"Ahh, shit! Owww."
"You stupid cunt. I told you to thank me after each
punishment. Fucking shit you are a dumb cunt."
"I'm sorry, master. Thank you. Thank you master."
As she tried to make it up he could hear the panic in
her voice but he was pissed off now. He wasn't going
to let her get away with it that easily. He gripped
her left arse cheek squeezing it as hard as he could.
"That's all is it? What are you thanking me for, huh?"
"Ahh, for punishing me master."
"What? For punishing who? Who are you?"
He dug his fingers into her bum even harder.
"Ohh, your slave. For punishing your slave master.
Thank you for punishing your slave because I didn't
want you to watch me going to the toilet master."
"I can't believe how stupid a cunt, you are? What you
should say is `Thank you for punishing your slave
because your slave didn't want you to watch her going
to the toilet master.' Get it? "
"Yes master."
"Fucking hell you're slow. Yes master what?"
"Yes master I get it."
Letting go of his grip on her arse cheek he slipped his
finger over to her arsehole and forced his middle
finger as far into her arse as he could.
"Ahhhh."
"No, you obviously don't or you'd have said yes master
your stupid cunt gets it."
"Oww, I'm sorry master. Your stupid cunt gets it."
"What else are you?"
"What master?"
"What else are you, you stupid cunt?"
"Umm . your slave, master?"
"And?"
"I don't know master . ahh."
He'd hooked his finger in her arse then lifted,
dragging her bum a couple of inches off his lap for a
second.
"You're my cocksucker, my slut, my bitch, aren't you
slave?"
"Yes master, I'm your cocksucking slut, your bitch,
your slave, master. Please master, your cocksucking
slave is so sorry. Please."
It really was great hearing her call herself all those
things. He tried to remember some of the other names
he'd read in sex stories.
"You're a cum loving slut, a whore, a fuck bunny, a
fuck face, an arse fuck. You're all those things
aren't you cunt?"
"Yes master."
"Good, so don't you fucking forget it. I want to hear
you talking about yourself like that from now on. Or
else, slut. Understand?"
"Yes master."
"Okay what's the next punishment?"
"I . no, I mean your, umm, your slut didn't call you
master five times, master."
"Ten. Start counting."
"Uhh . one."
Although it really wasn't as painful as when he'd
whipped her it still hurt. And as his hand kept
returning to the same spot it started to hurt even more
until by the time he'd finished this round it felt like
her bum was burning up and she was getting worried that
be spanked was going to be as painful as being whipped,
maybe even more painful. By the time she'd announced
the tenth slap the tears were once again rolling freely
down her cheeks.
"Ahhh shit . ten. Thank you for punishing your slut
because your slut didn't call you master."
"Next?"
"Called you Richard. Oww!"
"No you stupid bitch, that's not how you talk now. You
say `your cuntface slut or your slimy fuck bunny or
your cum slut called you Richard, master'. Now fucking
get it right bitch."
"Sorry master, sorry. Your, ummm, your cum slut called
you Richard."
"Okay, one slap plus one of course."
"Uhh, one . uhh, two. Thank you master for punishing
your cum slut for calling you Richard."
"My pleasure cum slut. What's next?"
"Your cum slut didn't suck your cock properly. Three."
"No, I fucking want you to call yourself something
different for each punishment. Come on. Again."
"Sorry master, sorry. Umm, ummm . your, umm, your
cuntface bitch didn't suck your cock properly. Three
slaps master."
He knew she was crying, he could hear it in her voice
but at the moment he didn't really care. This was once
again payback for the years of treating him like shit
and he wasn't going to let her tears stop him.
Besides, he was really enjoying this, the feel of her
bum against his hand, the cries of pain. And to hear
her calling herself things like a cum slut wasn't in
any of his fantasies. It was however horrible, dirty
and an most of all an incredible turn on!
After these first few rounds her bum was starting to
look really red so he moved his attention to the backs
of her thighs, delivering three slaps to each side. So
it continued with Richard alternating between her bum
and her thighs as he worked through all the punishments
till even his hand was starting to hurt.
Janet reached a point where her backside was throbbing
so painfully that she thought she was going to have to
make him stop no matter what the consequences. But
then a funny thing happened. The pain seemed to fade
away and it was as though her bum and thighs had become
numb. Numb and hot but a heat liked she'd never felt
before. Almost a tingling heat that seemed to spread
over her back, stomach and all down her legs. Finally
it was coming to an end and there was only one more
punishment.
"Your fuck slut didn't lick master's come of his cock
after he fucked his fuck slut's cunt. Two slaps
master."
"His fuck slut's slimy cunt. You do have a slimy cunt
don't you?"
"Sorry master. Yes master. His fuck slut's slimy
cunt."
"I want you to spread your legs as wide apart as you
can."
He was pushing her legs apart, exposing her crack and
then holding his hand between her legs, against her
hot, wet pussy and arse crack.
"For this last punishment I'm going to slap you here,
right on your cunt. If you keep your legs apart after
the first slap and don't try to stop me then I'll only
do the two slaps. But if you bring your legs together
you get four slaps. Understand slave?"
"Yes master."
"Okay slave here goes."
"Ahhhh . oh shit . oh fuck, hurts . shit . uhh, one
master."
"Good slave."
"Ahhh . two master."
It was over. No more punishment. She wasn't going to
ever give him a reason to punish her again. She was
going to do everything he asked as soon as he asked it.
Before he asked if she could. And never forget to call
him master or thank him for everything he did to her.
Shit. Thank him.
"Thank you master for punishing your fuck slut for not
licking master's come off his cock after he fucked his
fuck slut's slimy cunt."
"Well let's hope I don't have to do it again. Let's
hope you've learnt to be a good slave now."
"I have master. I promise I'll be good master."
"I?"
Shit, already she was forgetting. She had to stop
saying I!
"Your cunt. Your cunt promises to be good master."
Her bum and the backs of her legs were now really red
from the way he'd been punishing her. Making sure her
legs stayed spread, he ran his hand over her backside,
feeling the heat from the beating he'd given her. He
had no doubt her bum was really sore. Good he thought,
she deserved it. His anger had almost dissipated, but
he still wanted to hurt her, to pay her back. His
fingers, almost with a mind of their own slipped into
her arse crack and started tracing around the pink
rosette of her arsehole. After they'd fucked
downstairs he didn't think he'd be able to fuck her
again but now, having had her over his knee for the
last twenty minutes while he belted her, things were
different. At least that was the message he felt he
was getting from his cock which was as hard as ever,
this time poking into her stomach. But what he really
wanted to poke it into was her arse again. He slipped
his finger down into her cunt, twising it around to get
it slippery and wet before bringing it back to her
arsehole. A gentle push and his finger slipped into
her arse and he started to fingerfuck her.
"Ohhh."
"You don't mind if I fuck you up the arse again do you
slave?"
"Uh, no master. You can fuck me . your slave there .
up your slave's arse master."
With her bum and thighs feeling so hot and her pussy
still stinging from being slapped she could barely feel
his finger inside her arse. Not that she wanted him to
fuck her there again because it had been really painful
when he did it earlier but somehow it didn't seem to
matter after everything that had happened today.
"Okay slut, I think I will. I'll just get you greased
and opened up first then we can do it."
The tube of lubricant was within easy reach so Richard
squirted some of in into her arse crack and started
working it into her arsehole with his fingers. He
started with just one finger but after a while he added
a second finger, stretching her pretty little arsehole
as much as he could. He tried to added a finger from
his other hand but wasn't able to so left it at two
fingers, fucking them in and out for a few minutes,
setting up a steady corkscrewing rhythm. When he
finally pulled his fingers out she stayed open for a
few seconds and he could see inside her arsechute.
Yeah, he was going to stuff it with his cock and then
empty another load of his come up there. Fucking
amazing.
"There that should be enough. Now get on the bed on
your back slut. Time for us to do some serious arse
fucking."
He stood up, half rolling her off his lap so she fell
onto the floor. Looking down at her he smiled as she
started crawling to the bed. Once again he was feeling
totally in control and also really feeling like making
sure she knew it. Must have been something about
having his fingers up her arse he thought as he covered
his cock with the lube.
Janet was in a daze as she crawled to the bed and
climbed onto it to lie on her back. There was no
thought of resisting, no thought of protesting. She
was ready to say and do anything he wanted because it
didn't seem to matter anymore. He could do anything he
wanted to her and she'd smile, yell, beg, do whatever
he asked because that was all she could do. All she
could do was be a slut, act like all of the names she'd
called herself, a cocksucker, fuck toy, a cunt whose
only use was to try to please him.
This time Richard wanted to be able to watch her face
as he fucked her arsehole. Climbing on the bed beside
her he started arranging her to make her arsehole more
accessible. In some of the stories he'd read he'd seen
this so he pushed two pillows under her bum, raising it
up, then he lifted her legs up and over to the side
till her feet were level with her face.
"Grab your ankles. Good - spread them as far apart as
you can. Yeah, that's the way. Excellent!"
Moving around till he was crouched between her widely
spread legs he looked down at her cunt and arse, just
waiting for him. The first thing he noticed was that
the backs of her thighs and her bum were really red
from the spanking he'd just given her. Then he was
looking at her beautiful cunt and arse. Her cuntlips
were spread apart and he could see that she was still
wet inside from when they'd fucked downstairs while
around her arsehole was all shiny and glistening from
the lube he'd applied. Now that he had her ready the
urgency to fuck her diminished. He wanted to play with
her some more.
He lightly ran the fingers of both hands up and down
from the backs of her knees, along her thighs and
across her bum for a while, smiling as he saw the goose
bumps appear on her legs. Tiring of that he moved his
attention to the more interesting place and started
playing with her arsehole eventually pushing his thumb
into her which looked so weird that he pushed his other
thumb into her cunt and started fucking both holes with
his thumbs. Definitely looked strange to have both
thumbs stuck inside of Janet Sheen. Good strange
though. Maybe later he'd find some other things to
stick into her he thought. Kinky!
As he stroked the backs of her thighs Janet had relaxed
a bit trying not to think of the pain that was to come
when he raped her arse. Even when he pushed his thumbs
into her it was okay as they didn't hurt. In fact as
he started fucking her with them, the hand that was
playing with her pussy started rubbing over her clit
and that felt good. But all too soon his hands were
gone from her pussy and were gripping her thighs and
she knew it was about to happen.
"Just waiting for you to ask me to fuck you up the arse
slave."
"Oh, yes, sorry master. Please master fuck me . fuck
your dirty slave's arse."
"You sure? You don't sound all that sure."
"Oh, yes master. I'm . your slave is sure. She, she
wants you to fill her arse with your come. Please fuck
your slave, fuck your slut's dirty arse."
As she continued begging he positioned himself with his
cockhead resting against her wrinkled arsehole. It was
hard to imagine that his cock would be able to spread
her open but he'd already done it once today so he knew
it'd do it again. Watching carefully he pushed,
gradually increasing the pressure.
"Uhhhh . ohhhh!"
He was in again, his cockhead once more inside her
arse, gripped tightly by the muscles of her arsering.
For a few seconds he held there just reveling in what
he was doing, in the sight of his cock inside her bum.
Then ever so slowly he started a back and forth rocking
motion, with each cycle moving another half inch into
her. Richard had lost track of how many times he'd
come already today but it was way more than he'd ever
come before. The most he'd managed masturbating was
four and that was only on a couple of occasions. By
now, his cock was so overused that it almost wasn't
exciting. Almost that is because fucking Janet would
always be exciting but this time he figured it was
going to take forever before he got even close to
coming.
For Janet it was a lot different to when he'd raped her
arse earlier. It didn't hurt this time, maybe because
her bum was almost numb from being spanked so much. It
just felt really weird to have something in her bum,
especially something going in the wrong way. Thank
heavens he was taking it slowly and not ramming his
cock all the way in like he did earlier. Because it
wasn't hurting she was able to relax a bit and this
seemed to make it even easier for his cock to slide
further and further into her. Everything was just so
weird. This morning she was a virgin and here she was
relaxing so that Richard could rape her in the behind.
There was a flash where she felt dirty but sexy at what
was happening to her, fucking, sucking, watching porno
movies and then the reality came back that she was
being treated like a total slut and the tears started
rolling out of her eyes once again.
When he finally bottomed out in her with his hips
pressed against her bum he held himself there for a
couple of moments before setting up a leisurely fucking
motion, sawing in and out of her butt. For a while he
watched the glorious site of his cock reaming in and
out of her arsehole, but then his attention was drawn
to her magnificent tits. Each time he fucked into her
they jiggle and shimmy. He'd been supporting himself
on his hands but now he rested on his elbows so he
could hold her tits and play with them.
As he continued fucking her he thought of lots of the
videos he's downloaded with arse fucking and in most of
them to girls played with their clits while the guy
fucked them. Maybe he could get Janet to come while he
was fucking her arse. Reaching over he took her right
hand and brought it down to her pussy.
"Play with yourself. Make yourself come."
"Yes master."
Janet was happy to play with her clitoris and bring
some pleasure to what was happening to her. Not that
having him in her bum was hurting but it wasn't feeling
good the way having his cock in her pussy felt.
Fortunately it didn't take long before the normal
tingly pleasure started in her pussy and clitoris and
then it was easy for her to keep herself in a state
which was just a few steps from coming. From past
masturbating experience she knew she could hold herself
close to a long time before the pressure to come became
too much.
For a while Richard watch as she played with her clit,
sometimes rubbing slowly then doing it rapidly for a
while before slowing down again. Then he returned his
attention to her tits sucking and licking them,
occasionally moving up to kiss her.
Finally he started to get that special feeling, the
feeling that said he was going to come soon. He
started to pick up his pace, pushing up on his hands
again so he could watch as his cock pounded into her
arse. And then it hit with huge almost painful pulses
as he came deep in her arse, filling her once again
with his come.
"Ahhh, fuck yeah! Filling your arse! Oh, fuck yeah.
So fucking good. Oh shit that's good! Oh, what a
fucking arse."
As he came she picked up the pace with her fingers,
vibrating them over the head of her clitoris, quickly
pushing her over the edge so that she also came, her
body spasming and twitching with release.
With one final spurt he collapsed on top of her
crushing her into the bed. Eventually he rolled off,
his cock plopping out of her arse as he lay on his back
totally spent, his chest heaving as he slowly came down
from his high.
"Oh shit I like fucking you. So fucking good! Ohhh .
oh yeah, that's the way, clean my cock slave."
After being punished for not licking his cock clean
quickly enough after the last time he'd fucked her she
didn't need a reminder this time and as soon as he'd
rolled off her she moved down to his cock. Blocking
her mind from the thought of where it had just been she
dropped her mouth over it and started licking and
sucking it clean.
He let her clean him for a couple of minutes before
stopping her.
"Ok slave, that's enough. You've done good this time.
If you want to go clean up or whatever you do before
going to bed you'd better do it now cause I'm so tired.
In the morning though I want you to wake me up at 8
o'clock with a blowjob. Ok slave?"
"Yes master, wake you at 8 o'clock with a blowjob."
"Ok. Now hurry up and do whatever you have to and get
back here so I can get some sleep."
Up Chapter 9 - Morning Duties
It had been probably the worst night Janet had ever
experienced. Not because of anything the Richard had
done, but because of what she was terrified he would do
if she fell asleep and didn't wake till after eight
o'clock.
After having a quick wash and clean, getting rid of as
much of his come from between her legs as she could
she'd returned to the bed where after kissing her
goodnight, he snuggled up to her. She was lying on her
back and he was on his side facing her. One hand
started playing with her tits and the other headed down
between her legs. She quickly spread them apart, one
knee up in the air, giving him access as for the next
few minutes he stroked his finger through her slit.
Then she lay there listening as his breathing became
increasingly regular till she was certain he'd fallen
asleep. Trouble was that he still had one hand between
her legs, a finger inside her and the other hand
resting on her right tit. Finally after forty minutes
he rolled over in his sleep and his hands disappeared
from her body. Up till then she'd been too scared to
move, almost too scared to breath but now she slowly
straightened her legs as she lay staring up at the
ceiling, able to relax a tiny bit.
As she lay there she couldn't help but replay the
unbelieveable events of the day, and every now and then
tears would well in her eyes. It was as if her life
was over and there was nothing she could do about it.
All she could do from now on was make sure she didn't
piss him off and that way hopefully she could avoid any
more pain. Which was why she knew she'd have to stay
awake all night. She also promised herself that she
wouldn't allow herself to come any more no matter what
he did. Or maybe she'd pretend to come the way Meg
Ryan did in that movie if he tried to make her to come
again.
That was probably the most confusing part of the whole
day, the fact that she'd orgasmed so many times. If
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