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Desiree Williams was lying forward exhausted on her belly, her big brown butt framed nicely by the bed, and her wet pussy peeking out, having just been so thoroughly fucked.
“Now slave”, Eric’s commanding voice sounded, with no evidence of having just climaxed a few moments ago, “I don’t want this cum to go to waste.” Desiree turned around, her brown curls, down to her shoulders, rubbing sensuously against the covers. She sat up.
Eric took off his full condom and was moving it towards her mouth, as if it was the most natural act in the world.
“Oh, Eric, please” Desiree demurred, pulling back. Although not climaxing, the rush was over for her, and suddenly she felt embarrassed about her nakedness and Eric’s rough usage.
With his other hand, Eric suddenly grabbed her by the throat, shocking Desiree, whose eyes went wide, and slightly squeezing on it.
“It wasn’t a request, slave.”
She tried to pull back, but Eric’s grip only increased, keeping her in place. She could feel the power of it and his forearms, turning her on despite the situation. Then, with her still mildly struggling, her curls swinging around, he put the condom above her mouth.
“Swallow it or you will be punished, slave.”
Desiree thought a moment, and while she didn’t like the sudden throat-grabbing, she had swallowed cum plenty of times in her past when giving blowjobs. What was so different if it came from a condom?
Hesitantly, she opened her mouth, her long red tongue slightly extended. Eric immediately turned over the condom, and the sticky, thick liquid fell inside, as Desiree had to suddenly swallow.
“Don’t waste a single drop, slave.” he said. She looked at his eyes, and noticed again a merciless glint to them.
“Damn, you didn’t have to grab my neck like that baby” Desiree said after she was done, with a little mock whimper.
“Address me as master, slave.” Eric responded, and suddenly his hand extended and grabbed her by the neck again, this time with a harder grip and really choking her. “And I do whatever I want to my property.”
Despite herself, Desiree got wet at this, although she struggled much harder, her right arm pushing back against Eric. He pushed it aside and then pushed her entire body down onto the bed, him on top, still choking her. For a split-second, Desiree considered scratching him, but realized she would probably be punished even worse for that.
But soon after, Eric released the pressure and took his arm off, sitting back on the bed. “You did fairly well for a first session, slave, although this is just the tip of the iceberg.”
Desiree was a little bewildered and hurt, still lying in bed, rubbing her neck, giving him a reproachful look.
Eric met her glance. “You’re going to be slapped, choked, and spit on plenty, slave.”
“I don’t know if I can do those things…master.” Desiree said the last word somewhat sarcastically, unlike previous iterations.
She expected some reaction from Eric, but he only smiled, matching her sarcasm. “Oh, you will BEG me to do those things to you, slave”. His certainty simultaneously scared and aroused her. What if she really resisted?
“Come here, slave.” There was a pause, but Desiree did as she was bidden, clambering on all fours on the bed, like a panther, her full breasts dangling and jiggling. There was still a reluctance to her.
To relax her, Eric began squeezing and massaging her breasts, not nearly as hard as he would like, but in a very arousing manner for her. He also pulled down on the nipple as he had seen Desiree do to herself when she was sucking his cock earlier. Desiree closed her eyes and bit her lip while moaning.
Eric then gave her a deep, but quick kiss. “Now, I want you to get my belt, slave.”
Desiree suddenly shivered, the warmness of having her breasts played with only partially reducing her tenseness. She had been spanked by her mother with a belt several times as a child, and she hated it.
“Oh please master, not that.” Desiree’s voice had no sarcasm in it now, just an innocent pleading.
“Yes that, slave. Do as you’re told or you will be punished.” With a sigh, Desiree put her long legs off the bed, and went to the other room where Eric’s clothes were. She felt a jolt when she found the belt, briefly considering flatly refusing. But not only was she worried about the punishment, but she couldn’t help admitting that this was exciting and occasionally erotic, if frightening and painful as well.
She tried to confidently walk forward, still naked, with the black belt in her hands. Eric noticed that she wasn’t bashful about her nakedness like many beginning slaves were right after having sex. Another good sign.
“Well done, slave. Now, put your head and arms down on the bed, and extend your ass up well above your head.”
Taking in another deep breathe, Desiree decided to do it. She had been lightly spanked before, and a little harder by Eric earlier in the night, but nothing like an actual belt. Yet, the same adventurous urfa escort spirit that caused her to accept Eric’s invitation and wear the outfit he had ordered was still there.
Her ass wiggled slightly in the air, the muscles straining, framing it even nicer. Her long, thick legs were arranged symmetrically.
“Well done, slave.” Desiree could hear the genuine admiration in Eric’s voice, and felt a sense of pride, as she had always liked her own butt, even when other girls mocked her for it.
Then, suddenly, all that was dashed away as she felt a sudden streak of pain across both butt cheeks, but especially the right.
“AYYYYY!!” she couldn’t help but scream out.
She couldn’t see it, but her ass jiggled with the smack and she leaned forward slightly, turning Eric on even more.
Not bothering to wait, Eric swung the belt again, this time targeting her left cheek more.
“OWWW!! That REALLY hurt.” Desiree partially lifted her face, frowning and a little upset. Eric walked over and pushed her face hard into the bed. “Head down, slave” in a savage tone of voice.
Eric gave her a third blow.
“FUCK!!” Desiree was more ready that time, tensing up her glutes, but it still hurt.
Then he hit her a fourth time, with a particularly loud, satisfying smack.
“OH FUCK!!” On this one, Desiree lifted her right ankle, bending it backwards at the knee. And started whimpering. Yet again, this only served to arouse her master more.
“Good slave” Eric complimented Desiree, grabbing her hair and trying to kiss her, but she pulled away, and gave him a borderline angry look.
“No, that hurt!”
“What are you supposed to address me as, slave? And why are you pulling away?”
For a moment, she thought of disobeying. She was never submissive or meek in public. But then, she thought of how much she didn’t want to displease Eric. And shivered inwardly at what he might do to her as punishment.
“I’m sorry…master.” she said matter-of-factly.
“You’ll be punished later for this oversight, dumb slave.”
Desiree felt a thrill at what the punishment would be, but she was primarily offended about being called “dumb”. “MASTER…” she began in a whiny tone…
Eric suddenly reached out again and grabbed her face, covering her mouth.
“Now slave, I will fuck your pussy in missionary position.” Desiree suddenly looked down and saw that Eric was erect again. Evidently, abusing her had turned him on. While she felt inwardly ashamed, this caused her to get wet, too. As Eric took his hand off her mouth, all she could say was a resigned “Yes, master”.
His next question surprised her. “Are you clean, slave? No STDs?”
“What? Of course not, master”
“Good. I trust you, slave; I will fuck you bareback for a while.”
Desiree was secretly excited. She loved bareback-fucking, but had only experienced it a few times in her life. And never with a white guy.
“Okay…master” Desiree said, almost forgetting the word in her excitement.
“Lay down near the edge of the bed, legs spread, and guide my cock into your pussy, slave.”
Desiree didn’t have to be told twice. She lowered her back down on the edge of the bed, athletically spread her legs and wrapped them around Eric’s hips while leaning forward and grabbing his cock, guiding it inside her pussy. As he entered her again, it felt like she had been hit with electricity and and she couldn’t suppress a large moan, throwing her head back, with her brown curls thrown back in disarray. Naked cock felt so good!
Eric’s built, hairy forearms extended outwards and enveloped her breasts, no easy task given they were double D’s. He squeezed them hard, moreso than Desiree was used to, but in the ecstasy of the moment, the pain mingled perfectly with her pleasure.
“Oh, FUCK!” she exclaimed, with relish.
Eric was slowly but surely thrusting inside her pussy, and she could feel him pulsate and grow even larger inside of her.
He then began an alternating pattern with his hands, going from squeezing Desiree’s breasts to choking her, to grabbing her face and pushing it into the bed, to gripping her hips and ass, and back again, all while he kept pummeling her increasingly sore vagina, already used doggy-style earlier in the night.
The grip on her hips and ass was by far the strongest, with his enormous hands a suitable match for her large ass, pinching her flesh extra hard, and causing Desiree to yell out in pain. Unlike her breasts and throat, Eric wasn’t holding back at all here. At the same time, it also pulled his cock deeper and more forcefully inside her pussy, creating a dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure. And her voluminous breasts bounced up and down like crazy in the process.
At one point, she tried to pull his hands back from her hurt hips and ass, but he responded by switching to a grip of her mouth and brutally pushing it into the bed harder than he had before, suffocating her. There was balıkesir escort definitely an element of rape in how Eric was using her, and she was excited and aroused by the control he had over her body.
Finally, as Eric was close to climaxing, he switched both hands to her throat and started squeezing it with his full strength. She was taken aback by the intensity and strength of his muscles. She could feel her dark skin turning red, with her mouth open lewdly and her eyes rolling back into her head from the sensation of Eric’s cock inside of her as well as the lack of oxygen. Then, as she was starting to see random flashes of color in her eyes, she felt an explosion inside of her, with Eric’s cum washing over her insides. Despite her light-headedness, she arched her back and bridged her hips up to respond to Eric’s ejaculations.
He let go of her neck as Desiree took a much-needed, gasping breath. She just lay there on the bed, overwhelmed and a little scared at how Eric had used her, but also feeling incredible at being cummed in by a man, a wonderful sensation she hadn’t experienced in years.
He, by contrast, wasn’t the least bit tired, and looked at her with the same confident smile she had seen him give many times.
“Good job for a first time, slave. Of course, don’t think that the next time I fuck you missionary will be so easy and gentle.”
Desiree could only stare back in horror at this.
“Did you forget the slapping and spitting already, slave? And that’s just a portion of it.”
“Master…I don’t know if I can do all this.” she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Oh, you can and you will. You’re doing very well so far”.
The calm, reassuring tone and sincere words of praise made Desiree feel proud and also assuaged some of her tension.
“In fact, since this is our first night together, I’m even going to give you a reward; fingering you to orgasm.”
Desiree brightened up at this. She couldn’t orgasm from penetration, but could with the right clitoral stimulation.
“Thank you Master!”
“Of course” Eric said, with a smile and devilish twinkle in his eye, “I can’t allow you to orgasm the way a normal woman can, but only like the filthy, depraved slave you are.”
Desiree’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh, what does that mean…master?” almost forgetting the last word, a mixture of giddiness and tension. Eric responded with a fixed nod at the near-lapse.
“Well, for starters, we have to put a hood over you, slave. Luckily, I have one.”
Eric walked over to the closet and rummaged inside, affording Desiree a glance at his own ample, muscular butt, one of her favorite features on a man. Eric pulled out a black hood, with openings for her eyes and mouth.
“This might be a tight fit, especially because of your hair.” as he walked over to the bed. Desiree said nothing; while she had never worn this before, it seemed milder than the painful things she had experienced earlier.
After some pulling, where Eric was treating her more like livestock than a person, she finally got the hood on. It was uncomfortable, with little room for her bunched-up hair. Her vision wasn’t obscured as much as she expected. Eric gave her a thoughtful look.
“No…it’s probably too early for binder clips on your tits.” Desiree felt panic at the words, but then immediate relief that this wouldn’t happen yet.
“Still, let’s put that slave mouth to good use.”
“Yes master!” Desiree managed to say enthusiastically, despite her growing apprehension. Eric briefly walked out of the room and then returned, holding Desiree’s discarded black thong.
“First, let me warm you up. Open up your mouth like a good slave.”
Desiree complied, sticking her pick tongue out in the process over the flaps of the black hood. Eric reached over and put his hand inside of Desiree’s mouth. For a moment, she thought this would be like when he had fish-hooked her during doggy-style. Instead, Eric kept putting his hand deeper inside her throat. Desiree had no choice but to choke and gag on the invading force, her eyes watering, but not daring to struggle. Eric pulled his hand back almost immediately, though.
“Just needed to get some lubrication, slave. Now, open up again.”
Reluctantly, Desiree did as she was told, with her eyes giving Eric a suffering, pleading flash.
Then, with his dry hand, Eric took her black thong, bunched it up, and shoved it deep down her mouth. It wasn’t nearly as awful as his hand, but still highly uncomfortable.
“Don’t you dare let it slip out of your mouth, slave. Nod if you understand.”
Desiree quickly forced her head up and down off the bed.
“Now you’re ready to cum.”
Desiree expected roughness, but to her surprise, Eric took the hand covered with her saliva and started gently playing with her crotch, searching for her clit. It didn’t take him long to do so, and then he began stimulating it, not too hard, with a mixture of circular trabzon escort and up-and-down motions. Desiree couldn’t help but thrust her hips out and moan…and in the process the thong fell out of her mouth.
“Bad slave!” Eric scolded, pulling back the hand giving her so much pleasure and delivering her a tremendous slap right on her pussy.
“OWWWW!!”
Not satisfied, Eric hit her again, even harder. “OWWW!!” Desiree was writhing around in bed, and closed her legs to avoid another blow.
“Open up your legs RIGHT FUCKING NOW, cunt.” Eric said in a brutal, vicious voice she had never quite heard.
When she still hesitated, shocked he would call her such a word, he told her in a deadly calm, dangerous voice; “If you don’t do it right now slave, you will seriously regret it.”
Whimpering from the pain, Desiree slowly opened her legs again. No sooner did she do so than Eric hit her there again.
“NOOOO!! OWW!!”
Desiree was tearing up slightly at the pain, and considering whether to stop this. Could she do so even if she wanted to? She suddenly thought, panicked.
But Eric knew how much to push, and decided against his originally planned fourth smack. Instead, he took the thong lying next to Desiree and, more gently than before, put it back inside her mouth. Desiree thought of closing her mouth, but complied, not wanting to be abused anymore.
Eric then began playing with her clit again. At first Desiree refused to enjoy it. But the mixture of pain and pleasure was warping her mind, and before long, she started moaning again, only this time careful not to let the thong slip out.
“Being abused like a shameless cunt slave makes you wet, doesn’t it?”
Desiree actually wasn’t sure about this. But she was just glad not to be punished, and mumbled through her panties what sounded like an affirmative.
When she was completely wet, Eric put two of his long, powerful fingers inside of her pussy. Rather than merely extending them straight as he pushed in and out, like previous men, he curled them inside, looking for her G-spot.
“MMMM!!” Desiree screamed through the thong.
The fingers started slow, but gradually gained speed in response to her movement. Desiree felt like her mind would shatter. Eric then took his other hand and placed it on her right breast, squeezing hard. Eventually, as she grew closer and closer to orgasm, Eric inserted a third and finally fourth finger, the last one a very tight fit.
Desiree was biting down hard on the thong to keep it from falling out, making guttural noises from her throat like a wild beast. Eric was pumping his arm faster and faster in and out of her pussy now, like a machine, and clamping down on her breast like a miser does a gold coin.
Finally, when the orgasm came, Desiree threw her hips up, off the bed, accompanied by a long, muffled shriek. She was glad they were in a house and not an apartment.
Once the orgasm subsided, Desiree lay on her back, utterly exhausted and ashamed. Eric had used her like an absolute slut, abused her, and she had still come. The fact that the thong was in her mouth and she was self-conscious of her hood didn’t help matters.
Eric leaned over her, smiling.
“Not bad for a first night, eh slave?”
He too reached over and finally took the black thong, thoroughly wet with her drool, out.
“When do you start work tomorrow?”
Desiree was so overwhelmed that it took her a while to come up with a response.
“Store opens at 9 am and I’m usually there by 8:45 am, master.”
“How long does it take you to get ready?”
“I usually get up around 7:45 am.”
“What do you call me, slave?” Eric’s hand was gripping her face hard through the hood.
“Master. I’m sorry, master.” there was no protest in Desiree’s voice now, just genuine apology.
“Well, let’s go back to bed now, but I will wake you up at 7 am tomorrow to start training your mouth, slave.”
Desiree loved giving blowjobs but had also remembered how easily she gagged the brief time she had tried earlier in the night. She felt the same mixture of excitement and fear that was quickly becoming familiar.
“Okay, master.”
“Let’s get ready for bed now.”
Eric took off her hood, and noted the matted brown curls and where the mascara had been smeared, aided by a few tears from the clit-spanking. She looked like a filthy mess. Reading Eric’s face, Desiree blushed and tried to cover her face. Eric pulled her hands down. “Don’t hide from your master, slave.” his eyes staring into her’s like lasers.
As they prepared to sleep, Eric softened up, joking and being playful with Desiree as he had prior to them having sex. He rarely even called her “slave”, although she was careful to address him as “master”. Honestly, she liked it, especially after what he had done to her.
“Oh, one last thing before bed, slave. You haven’t forgotten your punishment, have you?”
Desiree froze. She was wearing her yellow bra and the black thong that had been in a place she never would have expected earlier in the night. Eric was wearing his boxer briefs. Eric left for a brief period to another room and came back with a red Sharpie.
“I want you to acknowledge what you are. Don’t move, slave.” Eric then knelt down by her knees and pulled down her thong.
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