Crazy Eyes

I looked down at my appointment schedule and a thrill brought goosebumps onto my skin when I read the name on my ledger: Harlan Castle.

He usually met me at my place or I went to his. He had never come to my work before. I didn’t notice until right now that he had booked a massage with me.

I had half a second to think about what I would do, but at that moment, the bell sounded for my next appointment.

The door at the far end of the hall opened and footsteps started coming down the hall. My heart skipped a beat. This was it. Whatever I was going to do, I better do it right now.

I took a chance and dropped to my knees on the floor. I placed my hands palms upward on my knees, dropped my chin onto my chest, and shut my eyes to wait.

The office door opened and his shoes squeaked on the linoleum. He stopped in front of me and chuckled low in his chest while he shut the door behind him.

“You’re a good girl, Anika,” he murmured. “You may stand before me.”

I got to my feet and raised my eyes to his face. “Thank you, Master.”

He burst into a huge grin. “You don’t have to call me that. I’m here as a client, not as your Master.”

“Yes, Master. I understand, Master.”

He smiled again. “I can see that old habits die hard. Very well. If that’s the way you want to do it, I don’t mind. I’d like you to give me a massage.”

“Yes, Master. As you wish. I live to serve you.”

He grinned even more broadly. “Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes, Master. Of course, Master.”

He glanced around the room. The massage table, sheets, and all my equipment lay ready on my work tables and my desk. He surveyed the scene with obvious approval. “You’re very organized.”

“Yes, Master. I learn from the best.”

His eyelids sparkled and the color rose to his cheeks. “You know exactly what to say to me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master. You have trained me well.”

“So…. tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

I waved toward the table. “I’ll step outside while you take your clothes off. Place this sheet over your lower body and lay down with your face in that cradle there.”

He showed all his teeth grinning at me. “Do you really need to leave the room while I undress? You’ve seen me with my clothes off enough times.”

I lowered my eyes to the floor. “Yes, Master. As you wish, Master.”

He chuckled again. At least one of us was enjoying this.

He pulled off his jacket and draped it over the patient’s chair by my desk. “You don’t have to lower your eyes. I like it when you look at me.”

I looked up. His words acted as a subconscious command on my mind. I couldn’t help but obey his slightest whim.

I’d been serving him as his submissive for over two years. Our dynamic had developed to full-time power exchange even though we didn’t live together. If he ever said anything to me about what he wanted, I found it impossible to do anything else.

I knew he saw other people and had other submissives, but when I was with him, he was my all and everything. I couldn’t think of anything else.

Now he showed up at my work and his presence acted on me instantly. I became his submissive in spite of being an independent businesswoman.

He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his chiseled muscular chest. Dark brown hair covered his chest and stomach. I knew that body in every detail. Now I was going to learn it in a different way.

He fixed his eyes on me when he yanked his belt out of the loop. I cringed. He wasn’t going to use that belt on me here, was he?

He laid it aside and unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them down, stepped out of them, folded them, and laid them on the chair, too.

He straightened up before me, stark naked.”Now….you said to lie down face down, right?”

I nodded again. “Yes, Master.”

“You can put the sheet over me…if you want to.”

”Yes, Master.”

He stretched out on the table and placed his face in the headrest. His broad shoulders and back spread before me ready for my service.

I had to pull myself together when I draped the sheet over his legs and bare ass. I was a licensed massage therapist, but I had never given him a massage before.

I dropped into my submissive mindset. He wanted me to serve him and that’s what I would do. This was just another form of body worship.

I had rubbed his feet and shoulders before. I had even cut his hair and given him manicures. I worshiped every inch of him. I adored every part of him that brought me so much pleasure. Now was my chance to serve him this way.

I started my usual routine of stroking his back and increasing pressure around his shoulders and spine, but it meant so much more now that I was doing it to him. He relaxed into the strokes and I started kneading his shoulders and lower back.

His breathing became longer and deeper as I dug into the knots and tight places. I worked down his arms to his hands and then folded the drape to do his legs. I massaged his neck and head to relax him completely.

After the first half hour, I stood back and stared at the long, muscular body before me. “Turn over on your back, please, Master.”

He pried himself off the table and turned over onto his back. I positioned the pillow under his head and started working on his head. I worked down to his arms, his chest and sides, his legs, and finished with his feet.

When I finished the whole massage, he laid on the table with his eyes closed for so long that I thought he might have fallen asleep.

I started to dry my hands on a towel when he opened his eyes and peeked at me. “Come here, Anika.”

I approached the table and my heart flipped when I saw the expression on his face. He always got that hard, determined glare when he went into his dominant space. He got that expression when he was about to do something to me.

Adrenaline coursed into my veins when he extended one meaty arm. His fingers closed around my throat.

He pulled me toward him and brought my mouth to his. I dissolved in that kiss of utter submission to his hand around my throat. He controlled me with that hand and I couldn’t resist even if I wanted to.

His tongue filled my mind and he combed his fingers through my hair. He tipped my head and steered my mouth where he wanted it. I sank into the depths of my submission where he could do whatever he wanted with me.

He pushed me off, but his face didn’t soften and he didn’t smile. “Massage my neck and shoulders again.”

“Yes, Master,” I croaked.

I rubbed massage oil on my hands again and started to squeeze and knead his neck and shoulders. He relaxed into it and shut his eyes. I didn’t know how long he wanted me to keep doing this, so I just had to keep going. He would tell me when to stop.

After a few minutes, he said, “Now do my chest.”

I worked down his shoulders and rubbed his chest and ribs. I massaged the thick muscle between his arms and his sternum.

“Now my stomach.”

I pressed the flat part of my fingers into his abdomen and his washboard abs relaxed. I massaged down to the hip bones on either side and around his sides.

“Lower,” he ordered.

I gulped. Here it came. He was ordering me closer to his cock and it started to swell in front of my eyes.

I worked down to his hips and rubbed the tops of his thighs. His prick swelled and strained against the skin when I worked into the thick straps of muscle around his groin.

 I didn’t dare to touch it until, inevitably, he opened his eyes and took hold of my wrist. He steered my hand to his giant shaft and I took hold of it.

I ceased to be a massage therapist. This wasn’t a massage anymore. I was his servant, his submissive who obeyed him in all things.

I looked up into his hard, commanding eyes while I stroked his member to raging stiffness. I rolled the skin over the head and stretched it back the way he taught me. I cradled his balls in my other hand.

His iron gaze held me captive while I stroked him. He didn’t release my gaze and my breath quickened. My heart raced and my pussy swelled with aching desire. He was going to do something dominant to me right here in my office. I knew it.

“Use both hands,” he ordered.

I moved my other hand to his shaft and increased my pace. I worked faster and harder the way he liked it. He loved having me stroke him off until he came. Would he do that now?

He raised his arm again. He glided his warm palm up my arm to my neck. His fingers clamped around my throat, but he didn’t kiss me.

He pushed my head toward his cock and I obeyed. I opened my mouth and sank onto it in blessed relief.

I didn’t have to think. He followed my movements up and down as I sucked him deep into my throat. I swiveled downward to get a better angle and he laid his hand on my head. That always made me feel so vulnerable and submissive to him.

I loved it even more when he seized my hair and fucked my mouth, but he didn’t do that now. He stretched out on the table with a satisfied groan and let me worship his cock in all its masculine glory.

I ran my tongue around its length and fed it into my mouth with my hand. I swallowed it with all my enthusiastic energy to give him the pleasure he desired. This was the man I worshiped, the man I served. Anything he wanted, I gave him.

I jammed it faster into my throat and felt him stiffen. He was getting excited, but he still didn’t touch me.

He shut his eyes and reveled in my service. I loved it when he did that. His relaxation told me I was doing exactly what he wanted me to do.

All at once, he sat up on the table. He didn’t tell me to stop, so I kept my mouth on him sucking as best I could.

He sat up on the edge of the table and hung his legs over the side. I followed him and ended up kneeling on the floor in front of him.

I wrapped my arms around his ass and sucked as never before. I felt even more sensitive and submissive in this position.

He caressed my hair and arms. He cradled my cheek in one hand while I worshiped at the altar of his cock. He fulfilled all my desires and I ached for him.

Long before I had enough, he cupped my chin and raised my face to gaze up at him.

He bent down and kissed me. “You’re a good girl, Anika. You suck me so well.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“That was a wonderful massage. I think I might  have to use you for all my massages.”

I tried to look away, but he held my head in position. “Yes, Master. As you wish.”

“You deserve a reward. Would you like that?”

I gulped. What would he do to reward me? I could only think of one thing. “Yes, Master.”

He eased off the table and stood up. He took hold of his cock and started stroking it himself. “Take your clothes off for me.”

I lowered my eyes and started to unbutton my shirt. I laid it on the desk along with my bra. The cool air made my nipples tighten and I felt his hard eyes on my body.

I pulled off my pants and kicked off my shoes. I placed everything on my desk and then lowered my head to present myself to him.

“That’s a good girl,  Anika. You obey me so well.”

“Yes, Master.”

He let go of his prick and ran his fingertips down my chest to my breasts. ”You’re so beautiful, Anika. I’m a lucky guy to have a submissive as responsive and attentive as you.”

I couldn’t answer when his fingertips closed around my nipple. I sobbed and moaned in rising desire. “Master…..”

“Beg for it, baby,” he hissed. “Beg me to give you what you want.”

“Master….” I croaked. “Please….”

“Please, what, baby? What do you say to your Master?”

“Please…..I need you so bad. Please……please make use of your submissive as you choose.”

“That’s my good girl. I love it when you beg for it.”

He took hold of my shoulders and turned me toward the table. He pushed me down on it and I pressed both palms to the sheet. Would I ever be able to give another massage on this table without thinking about him fucking me here?

He ran his warm hands up my spine to my neck and squeezed. I moaned when he dragged his fingertips down my sides.

He grazed my breasts and then brought his fingers to the slit between my legs. “Oh, baby!” he breathed when he felt my wetness. “You can’t wait for it, can you?”

“Please, Master!” I sobbed. “I serve only you.”

“I know you do, baby. I know you can’t live without me, can you?”

He circled his fingers in my wet, swollen pussy lips and found my clitoris throbbing and ready for him.

He rubbed it in damp circles and I moaned. “Please, Master! Please…..I need you.”

“I know you do, baby,” he purred. “I know you can’t stand waiting.”

He moved in behind me and laid his long, powerful cock between my ass cheeks. He rubbed it into my wetness to lubricate the shaft. Then he slid it up and down my crack.

I moaned and eased my hips back into his movements. “Keep still, baby,” he ordered. “I decide when and how you get fucked.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Who do you serve?”

“You, Master.”

“Whose pussy is this to fuck?”

“Yours, Master. Only yours.”

“That’s right.” He eased down and nudged his hard tool into my slit. “Beg me for it.”

“Please, Master. Please….I need it so bad.”

“You’re mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master!” I screamed when he thrust inside. “I’m yours, Master.”

He glided in and out three times and then pounded in hard. He seized my hips and stuffed it as deep as it would go.

I buried my face in the sheet and let my screams pour forth. I needed him so bad and his cock knocked me into outer space. I exploded into a blistering orgasm and my juices ran down my legs.

“That’s so good, baby,” he murmured. “That’s so nice and hot and wet.”

He fucked me hard for a moment and then whipped it out. He laid his cock between my ass cheeks and shot his load onto my back.

I sobbed and cried in mind-blowing orgasm and felt the hot droplets spatter my skin. They felt so deliciously erotic that I wanted him to fuck me all over again.

He growled under his breath and stroked his cock between my ass cheeks a few more times. He rubbed his cum all over my ass and made it gooey and spongy-soft.

He pulled back and stuffed his fingers into my saturated hole. He made me scream again and plunged them in and out in rapid succession until I arched my back and bucked against his hand. “Cum for me, baby,” he snarled. “Let me feel you cum.”

He hammered his fingers up to the knuckle and rubbed my G spot while my muscles pressed and quivered around his hand.

I howled into the sheet just praying my other clients in the waiting room wouldn’t hear me, but I didn’t really care if they did.

At last, he pulled his hand out and straightened up. He took one of the towels off the work table and wiped the cum off my back. “Stand up, baby.”

I stood up, but my body wouldn’t settle down. I trembled and moaned with the last tremors leaving me.

He cupped my cheeks and kissed me. “Kneel before me.”

I dropped to my knees, but when I tried to lower my eyes, he stopped me. He cradled my chin and gazed deep into my eyes. “You belong to me.”

“Yes, Master,” I whispered. “Always.”

He kissed me again and his hand closed around my throat. “So…I’ll see you on Saturday night as usual.”

“Yes, Master. I live to serve you.”

He smiled. “Yes, you do.”

He caressed my cheek one more time and turned away. He left me kneeling there while he dried himself off and got dressed. He put on his shoes and buckled his belt while I knelt on the floor.

He finally tugged his jacket into place, arranged his shirt cuffs in his sleeves, and faced me. “You serve me very well, Anika. I’m very pleased with you.”

“Thank you, Master,” I swallowed hard. “May I please kiss your hand?”

He held out his hand with the knuckles pointed upward. “You may.”

I took his hand in both of mine and pressed my lips to his knuckles in matchless submission. “Thank you, Master.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you on Saturday. You can get back to work now.”

He walked out of the office and shut the door behind him.

I took a deep breath and stood up. I got into my clothes as quickly as I could. I was already late for my next appointment, but that didn’t really matter.

His cum and my wetness still stung my pussy lips. His essence lingered on my skin. His presence clung to me and now his body had utterly transformed my office into something completely different. I would never give another massage without thinking of him.

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I walk into the living room balancing your drink on my serving tray. I stop at your elbow next to your armchair and set your drink on the coaster next to you.

You pick it up. “Thank you, little girl.”

“You’re welcome, Master.”

You keep watching the news on TV. I wait to be dismissed, but you don’t say anything. You watch for a few minutes sipping your drink.

I keep balancing my tray on my fingertips the way you trained me to. I know I can’t leave until you give me permission, so I just wait. I’m starting to get turned on because I know you wouldn’t keep me here unless you planned to play with me.

My pussy starts to throb. I’m already naked the way you order me to be when we’re home together. I feel my pussy lips start to swell as I imagine your fingers inside me. My pussy juices ooze onto my thighs and I start breathing heavier.

You finally put your drink down and put your arm around behind me. You start stroking my ass and I’m struggling to breathe as your finger sneaks into my asshole.

I gasp and my eyes blur as I reel out of control. You keep fingering my ass and then you slip your fingers into my pussy. You feel how wet I am and your touch makes me even hotter. My nipples are hard and I whine and moan when you rub my clit.

“Put your tray down and kneel at my feet, baby,” you tell me.

I kneel down in front of you the way you trained me to. I keep my eyes down and I feel you inspecting me. I tremble when I think about what you’re going to do. The TV keeps blaring behind me and I don’t dare to look up to see if you’re hard or what you’re doing.

You lean forward and clip the leash to my collar O ring. You pull the chain and tug at my collar. “Look at me, little girl.”

I look up into your eyes. You keep the leash tight so I have no choice but to look straight up at you.

“Have you been a good girl today, baby?” You ask.

“Yes, Master,” I reply.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Master. I’ve been a good girl.”

“Are you my good girl?”

“Yes, Master. Always.”

“Good girl. Crawl into the bedroom and bring me my crop and my whip.”

I gulp. Did I do something wrong or do you just want to play with me for your pleasure? I can’t ask to find out. “Yes, Master.”

You unclip my leash and I start crawling out of the room. My heart is going wild debasing myself for you like this.

I crawl into the bedroom and get your crop and your whip out of the drawer. I can’t carry them while I’m crawling, so I put the crop in my mouth and drape the whip around my neck.

I start crawling back into the living room. I’m getting so turned on now that I can’t stand it. I head back for my place, but you stop me at your elbow where I was before. “Stop there, bitch.”

That cut in your voice stops my heart. Holy shit, now I’m in for it.

You hang your hand over the side of your chair and start stroking my hair. “You’re a little bitch, aren’t you? You’re my horny little slut bitch. You like bending over and letting your Beast Master fuck you like a bitch. Don’t you?”

I can’t answer with the crop in my mouth so I muffle out, “Yes, Master,” but it comes out as a jumble of nothing.

You find the back of my neck and pull the whip from under my hair. You wrench it back hard and I cry out. I have to work hard to keep the crop in my mouth. “You’re a filthy little bitch and I’m gonna fuck you like a bitch. Understand? You’re gonna bend over and take my cock like the slut bitch you are. Understand?”

I’m crying too hard from the tension around my neck to answer. I sob around the crop shaft until you drop me on the floor. I moan trying to catch my breath.

You slap me hard across the ass. “Get over here and kneel where you belong.”

I scoot over to the same place still sobbing and panting hard. I don’t know if I did anything wrong or you just want to get rough with me, but your harsh words and treatment get me so turned on I start to cum right now. I can’t stop it.

I moan and gasp still holding the crop in my mouth as you reattach my leash. You yank it a lot harder. “Look at me, bitch. I said look at me!”

I look up with tears in my eyes, half from pain and humiliation and half from cumming so hard. You take the whip from around my neck and my chest goes tight watching you coil it and adjust it in your hands. Now I know you plan to whip me and I’m going crazy from anticipation.

You rest your whip on your knee and look down at me from the end of the leash. You study me for a minute and then lean forward. You drag your whip down my chest and flick the coils across my nipples.

You watch me writhe and moan and cum for you as you tease me. I can’t stop cumming from the way you’re looking at me. You know you own me and you can make me cum from a look.

“Who’s my horny little bitch?” You growl.

“Me, Master!” I choke.

You lean back and take the crop out of my mouth. You use the end to raise my chin so I look into your eyes. “Who’s my bitch to fuck?”

“Me, Master.” I sob again as another crushing orgasm hits me. I want to fall apart in front of you, but I can’t with you holding me like this.

You drag the crop down my neck and the sensation blows me apart. I wince as I cum again, but you don’t stop stroking me all over with the soft leather end of it. You come to my nipples and flick them until I scream I’m cumming so hard.

I squirm on my knees cumming again and again as your flicks get harder and harder. You slash down the crop shaft on my nipples and I scream in pain but also because I’m cumming so hard.

You finally stand up so you can get a good angle. You swipe down sideways so the shaft cuts into my nipples. I can’t see you anymore so now I can cum all I want. The pain builds to an unbearable pitch, but I’m cumming too hard to care.

You finally stick the crop under my chin and pry my head up. You glare down into my eyes from directly above. “Bitch!”

“Master!” I sob. “Please……”

“Say that again. Go on. Say please again.”

“Please…..Master……”

“Open your mouth.” You tear open your fly and your thick, hard cock falls into my greedy mouth.

I swallow it and start sucking with all my might. I hold onto you because I know what’s coming next.

You throw the crop on your chair and rock slightly on your heels as you uncoil your short whip. The end swishes next to my ear as you take hold of my hair.

I gasp and choke as you start fucking my mouth harder and harder. “Suck it, bitch. That’s right. Show me what a slutty little bitch you are.”

I’m not even sucking you anymore because you’re stroking in so hard. I can barely keep up with it and you drive in deep and brutal as the first cut lands on my back.

“Mmmmm, baby,” you growl. “That’s right. Suck that cock. That’s what your mouth is good for. Mmmm. That’s right. Take it nice and deep and hard.”

Your voice gets more vicious as you lay into my back harder. You can’t fuck my mouth as hard as you build up power with every lash.

I cry out and fall into your cock. When I scream, your cock goes down my throat and it muffles the sound.

You slash me across the back and ass several more times and then push me off. I collapse on my knees panting and moaning, but you aren’t finished yet.

You sit down in your chair with your pants still around your ankles. “Suck my cock, baby. Show me how much you worship me.”

You lean back with your cock sticking up. You pull me in by the leash and I inhale your cock. I start sucking. I worship you so much and you taste so good.

You don’t touch my head so I can set my own pace. I bathe your cock with my tongue and lash my tongue around your balls when I go all the way down on you.

“Good girl,” you growl under your breath. “Good girl. That’s good.”

I pick up the pace now that I know you’re enjoying it, but a second later, the crop strikes my ass. I squeal, and when I jump in pain, you grab my head and shove me down.

You push me all the way down and your cock cuts off my breath again. I scream in silence as you whip me dozens of times across the ass with the crop. I thrash and struggle, but you hold me in place.

You finally let me go. I’m crying as I do my best to keep sucking you, but I don’t do a very good job.

You throw the crop on the coffee table and pull my leash again. “Stand up, baby.”

I stand up and you grab my hips to turn my back to you. You pull me down on your lap and guide me to straddle you.

I scream cumming hard as your cock stabs all the way into me. You move my hips back and forth on your cock, but in a minute, you lose patience and stand up. You tilt me forward with your cock still embedded in me.

I can’t stop cumming as you pound into me from behind. Your hips spank my ass and I scream cumming out of control. I hardly notice when you pick up your whip and start cutting into my back again. I back into your strokes taking your full length.

A second later, you drop your whip and grab my hair. You wrench my head back and your other hand clamps around my throat. You drill me hard yelling that I’m your bitch to fuck as you unload into me.

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Kevin opened the passenger door and I sat down in the seat. I waited while he walked around the car and got behind the wheel. He slammed his door, but he didn’t start the car.

I looked over to find him staring down at me. His eyes gleamed in that way I knew so well. “What?” I asked.

His eyes dipped to my mouth. “You look so hot in that dress.”

I gulped. That intense stare electrified me in a flash. He always did.

“You know how to turn me on, don’t you?” he murmured. “I’m gonna take you home and fuck you in that dress.”

Before I could react, he moved in and kissed me. His mouth closed over mine and I teetered in the delirious madness of arousal.

His tongue’s wicked lashes commanded all my attention to keep up with them. His hand slipped between my knees and clamped on my bare thigh.

Heat rushed to my pussy and I moaned. My thighs parted, but my tight skirt stopped me from spreading them very far.

He burrowed higher and rubbed his fingers into my panties. My juices saturated them and my smell filled the car.

I tried to lean back, but the seat wouldn’t let me. Kevin kissed me harder and pinned my head in place. His kisses became more insistent and passionate. He nipped my lips and sucked my tongue into his mouth until I moaned louder.

He ripped off my lips and his eyes burned into my soul from inches away. “Does it turn you on to strut that dress in front of me? Huh? Do you like getting me hard in front of the whole world?”

He stabbed his fingers past my panties and into my pussy. I yelped instead of answering.

He worked his fingers deeper into my swollen cunt and I felt myself getting ready to cum right here in the car. I ached for it.

“That’s right, baby,” he purred. “You know you like it.”

“Please!” I whimpered. “I need you so bad!”

“Say it again. Beg me again.”

“Please fuck me!”

He stole one more kiss and leaned back. His eyes sparked even more fiercely and his nostrils flared. He pursed his lips and his eyes darted downward toward my chest. “Bend over and get on your knees.”

I gasped out loud. “What? I didn’t do anything!”

“I want your ass. Let me see you bend over like a good girl.”

I swallowed hard. I knew what he meant. Could I handle that right now? We just finished shopping.

He usually liked to keep things causal at least until we got home. I didn’t think he’d spring this on me right here in the parking lot.

I took a deep breath and pushed myself off the seat. I swiveled over onto my knees and pointed my ass toward him.

I had to perch on the seat in an uncomfortable position—not that there was any comfortable position for what was about to happen.

I pulled up my skirt. “Oh, yeah, baby!” he breathed. “That’s right. You know what I like.”

He stroked up my thighs from behind this time and rubbed his fingers into my clit through my damp panties. My eyes drifted half-closed and I moaned. I rocked against his hand trying to make myself cum.

“Not yet, baby,” he told me. “You’re so sweet and hot, aren’t you?”

“Please!”

He hooked his thumbs into my panties and pulled them down, but only as far as my thighs. He left my bare ass sticking up where he could see it.

He circled his warm palm over both cheeks. I braced myself for the first smack, but instead, he plunged his face between my ass cheeks and ran his tongue up my engorged slit. He teased me to another ragged moan and tasted the fragrant honey dripping from my pussy lips.

I pushed back against his face, but just when I thought I could get him to lick me to a tantalizing orgasm, he slapped his palm down hard across my ass. I screamed and tried to leap away, but I couldn’t go anywhere in this cramped car.

He sat back and delivered another three vicious smacks to my ass. I howled and jumped at every strike, but before the pain got too bad, he plunged his fingers back inside my panties and into my pussy.

I swooned again. He worked his hand in and out until my juices flowed down my thighs. I moaned and backed into it when he spanked me again. I screamed, but those fingers kept me on the brink of rapture.

I ached for more, but I couldn’t decide if I wanted more spanks or more teasing. The pain and surprise of being struck mingled with the exhilaration of sexual delight. Every slap felt like I might explode into orgasm at any second.

“Mmmm!” He pulled his fingers out and sucked the honey off them. “That’s right. You need a good spanking, don’t you? Tell me how much you want it.”

“I need you so bad!”

My hand automatically migrated to my pussy, but he pushed it away. “That’s mine. You don’t touch that without my permission.”

He dove in again, and this time, he didn’t give me a subtle lick and then pull off. He took a big bite of my pussy and sucked my clit until I screamed in climax. I rocked against his face screaming for the wide world to hear.

He munched my pussy in greedy mouthfuls and gulped down my gushing juices. He sighed in satisfaction when I came in his mouth before he straightened up.

He didn’t give me a chance to recover. He brought his hand down much harder on my ass. I jerked forward from the blow, but he held me in position and smacked again on the same side.

Before I could think, he brought his arm across his chest and slapped my other cheek just as hard. He swung his hand back and forth from right to left delivering one blistering smack after another.

I screamed even louder. Now that he stopped stimulating me with pleasure, I came face to face with the pain.

“Do you feel that, baby?” he yelled over my screams.

“Yes!”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes!” I shrieked.

“Do you feel how much I own this beautiful ass of yours?”

“Yes!”

He struck even harder. “What do you say?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Who owns this ass?”

“You do, Sir!”

“Say it, baby! Let me hear you say it like you mean it.”

“You own my ass, Sir!” He smacked again. “You own my ass….Sir!”

“That’s right! I own this ass.” He dropped his arm and slapped just as hard lower down near the crease of my thigh. “Do you feel this?”

“Yes!”

“Do you feel how I’m gonna fuck you, baby? Do you feel me pounding that ass of yours?”

“Yes!”

“Beg for it!”

“Fuck me, please, Sir! I need you to fuck me!”

“Like this?” He slapped six times in rapid succession. He hit against the lower part of my ass so the impact translated into my tailbone. It felt exactly like him standing behind me, gripping my hips, and driving into my ass from behind.

“Yes, please, Sir! Please fuck me like that!”

 “Like this?” He went back to smacking back and forth on both sides.

“Yes! Like that….please!”

“Beg me to spank your tight, hot ass, baby!”

“Please….please spank me! Please spank my ass.”

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me like you cum when I fuck you.”

His order triggered my reactions and I exploded into another catastrophic orgasm. I screamed as the blows bumped my ass.

He knocked me forward in an unmistakable fucking motion. Him owning my ass and doing what he wanted with it turned me on so much!

He stopped spanking and rubbed his palm against my cheeks again. “That is so beautiful, baby! You have no idea how beautiful it looks to see my handprints on your ass.”

I moaned and whimpered. I needed so much more. He dove in, bit my ass cheek right on top of the slap marks, and I yelped in pain.

“Mmmmm! You look good enough to fuck right now, baby.”

He stirred his fingers into my pussy again and I almost passed out from the blistering desire flooding me.

“Who smacks you ass?” he demanded.

“You, Sir,” I whined.

“Whose ass is this to smack?”

“Yours, Sir.”

“Who fucks you, baby?”

“You, Sir. Only you.”

“That’s right, baby,” he purred. “I’m gonna fuck you. You can bet on that.”

He took his hands away and I sobbed in aching need. I didn’t want him to stop.

“Turn around and sit down.”

I tugged my dress down and swiveled over onto the seat. I pulled up my panties and did my best to sit straight, but the spanking left my ass tender and raw.

I squirmed into position and looked up to find him studying me with that same predatory stare of his. He wasn’t finished—not by a million miles.

“Does it hurt?”

I gulped. “Yes, Sir.”

“Does it turn you on when you feel your ass hurting like that?”

I swallowed again. I could never lie to him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna make you cum for me again and then I’m gonna fuck you like the good girl you are.” He jerked his chin at me. “Buckle your seat belt.”

“Yes, Sir.” I buckled my seatbelt and he turned his key in the ignition.

I sat in a puddle of my own juice on the way back to the house. I had to continually adjust and readjust my position, but I couldn’t find a comfortable way to sit.

He parked in the driveway and I had to keep sitting there until he opened my door for me. I turned to get my bags out of the trunk, but he stopped me. He took my hand and locked his intoxicating eyes on me.

“Go upstairs and put on your stockings. Sit on the bed and wait for me.”

I had to swallow to get my parched throat to work. “Yes, Sir.”

I hurried upstairs and kicked my heels into a corner. I took my thigh-high stockings out of my lingerie drawer and pulled them on. He always loved it when I wore them. I positioned the lace tops under my dress and arranged the hem in my mirror.

I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and my heart flipped. I slipped my feet into my heels and I sat down on the edge of the bed. My ass still hurt from the spanking and my pulse quickened when I thought about what he would do next.

He stepped into the bedroom and gave me another sharp look. I sat with my knees together. My dress inched up when I sat down and he could see the lace tops peeking out.

He sauntered slowly into the room and stood directly in front of me. I didn’t know where he wanted me to look, so I looked straight ahead.

He cupped his hand under my chin and tilted my head up to meet his smoldering eyes. “You need another spanking, don’t you? You need me to show you how much I want to fuck that sweet little ass of yours.”

“Please!” My voice cracked and it came out as a moan. He tipped my head so far back that I rocked onto my ass again. It hurt and I sobbed in agony. Another spanking? Could I really take that?

I wanted it so bad. I wanted him to drive me out of my mind with his hard smacks. He knew just how to spank me to turn me on. He made me ache for it.

“Stand up.”

He took my hand and raised me from the bed. I stood in front of him. I could look at him straight on now that I was wearing my heels.

“Walk across the room. Let me look at you.”

I turned away and strutted slowly to the door. I exaggerated the sway of my hips the way he liked it. I stopped there, turned around, and sauntered back.

He watched with his hands on his hips. His eyes flashed tracing down to my legs and back up to my face.

I halted in front of him waiting for what came next. “Turn and face the bed.” I faced the bed. “Bend over and put your hands flat on the mattress.”

I obeyed him, but I could barely breathe. Here it comes.

He squatted down behind me and stroked his big hands up my thighs to the lace tops of my stockings. He caressed his fingertips over the bare flesh of my thighs beneath my panties.

I sobbed and moaned one more time when he grazed my pussy lips ever so slightly, but he didn’t rub or tease them. This was all about the ass for him.

He pushed up my dress so it barely covered my butt crack. He dragged down my panties to my ankles and I stepped out of them.

He pressed them to his nose and inhaled a deep, long sniff. He set them aside and went back to gliding his palms over my butt cheeks. He murmured in approval at what he saw. Then he stood up without taking his hand off my upturned ass.

I stiffened for the first strike and it came down stinging hard. He smacked with expert precision on the fleshiest part of my ass. I yelped and jumped, but he pressed down on my back to hold me in position.

“That’s right!” he growled. “I love the way your ass jiggles when I spank you.”

He brought back his arm all the way to the shoulder and slapped it onto the other cheek. He crossed back and forth for a while until I screamed out loud.

“Who owns this ass!” he yelled over my shrieks.

I couldn’t answer and he smacked even harder.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

Before I could pull myself together, he plowed his fingers down into my pussy. He drilled me hard with five quick strokes and I screamed in a different kind of agony.

“I’m gonna fuck you just like this.”

He lowered his hand and spanked on the bottom quadrant of my ass. The blow went into my tailbone and bumped my spine forward. I felt him behind me. I felt him holding my hips and nailing his hard cock into me from behind. That was his pelvis banging my tailbone and making me cum like this.

I screamed louder and pushed my ass back into his smacks. He built up power. “Take it, baby. Take it nice and hard.”

I shrieked louder and dissolved in a crazy orgasm that shattered my brain. I needed it so hard. I need him spanking my ass and claiming me as his own.

He gave me ten more powerful spanks and settled down to stroking my tender ass. I moaned at the exquisite ache in my skin.

His tender caresses hurt just as much as his smacks, but I wouldn’t trade these moments for all the money in the world.

He finished by running his palms up my spine to my neck and over my hips. “Good girl! Such a good girl! You’re such a good girl for me, baby. You have no idea how hot you are.”

I wobbled on my heels. I trembled to see what he would do next. He said he would fuck me in my dress, but maybe the spanking was over. Then again, maybe it wasn’t. He might spank me all night long.

He took my hand again and lifted me into a standing position. I sobbed and my head swam with so much intense sensation coursing through me.

He positioned me right in front of him and lifted my head so I looked right into his eyes. “Who’s my good girl?”

“Me, Sir?”

“That’s right. You’re my good girl and your ass is mine to spank for my pleasure. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it.”

“My ass is yours to spank.”

“And why do I spank your ass, baby?’

I swallowed hard. “For your pleasure, Sir.”

“You like me spanking you, don’t you? You like it when I smack your sweet, hot ass.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered. It took all my strength to admit that to him. He would spank me again if he knew I liked it.

He cradled my cheek and kissed me. His tongue slithered into my mouth and his big, muscular, warm hand slipped around behind my back.

He squeezed my ass through my dress and I moaned in agony. My ass hurt from so many spanks, but that pain turned me on. That pain meant he was going to fuck me.

He dropped his hand to the hem of my dress. He burrowed under it to the space of bare flesh between my stockings and my ass.

He squeezed and my ass cheeks cracked apart. My gushing juices oozed down my thighs and he felt my wetness.

“Mmmm! You’re so hot, aren’t you, baby?”

“Sir?”

“Your pussy is so perfectly ready for my cock, baby. That’s just the way I like it.”

He nodded toward the bed. “Sit down and keep your knees apart. Don’t move. Just sit there and think about how hard I’m gonna fuck you. I’ll be right back.”

He held my hand until I lowered myself onto the mattress. My dress stung my swollen pussy lips now that I wasn’t wearing any panties.

I pried my knees apart as best I could and the air struck my saturated tissues. That feeling of being sodden wet turned me on like anything, but he only let go of my hand and walked out of the room.

My heart somersaulted in my chest. What would he do to me when he came back?

Chloe pushed open the front door and shot her new husband Aaron a suggestive smile over her shoulder. He smiled back, but not as enthusiastically as she would have liked.

Six months had passed since their wedding. Their sex life had always been good, but she’d hoped it would take off after they got married. It didn’t despite her dropping hints every other day.

He followed her into the house and put his keys on the table by the door along with his wallet. He didn’t seem to notice her touching him and flirting with him during their dinner date. What was wrong with him?

Their sex life just kept plodding along in the same rut. He seemed perfectly happy to let it stay there, but she had other plans.

She pulled off her skimpy dress as she walked away from him toward the bedroom. She made sure to sashay her hips in front of him wearing just her bra and panties, but when she gave him another smoking hot look over her shoulder, he wasn’t even looking at her. He was tapping something into his phone.

She slumped and went into the bedroom. She really needed to do something drastic to spice up their sex life. If he didn’t catch all her hints so far, she would just have to drop a bomb on him—one he would never forget.

She hung up her dress, but she made sure to keep her matching lacy blue bra and panty set on along with her high heels. She knew she looked good. She dressed up specially in these clothes just for their date. Now she had to make damn sure he noticed her.

Her heart leapt into her throat when she heard him coming up the hall. She had a split second to decide what to do before he walked through the door. He smiled at her, but it was nothing more than his usual evening smile. Was he even thinking about sex or was his mind a million miles away?

He almost walked straight past her. She couldn’t stand that, so she lunged off the bed and grabbed him by both hips. She turned him toward her and pulled him the rest of the way in as she sat down on the mattress.

She wrapped her fingertips around his thighs and raked them up the backs of his legs toward his ass. “You know I love you, right, darling?”

“Of course.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her. Then he straightened up and his brow furrowed as he gazed down into her eyes. “Are you okay? Is anything wrong?”

“I…..want you……” She gripped the backs of his thighs again and buried her face in his crotch.

She nuzzled her face into him and her heart soared when she felt his cock stiffen under his fly. She loved that feeling and the knowledge that she was making him hard.

“Mmmm…..” he murmured as she buried her face in his crotch. “Baby….you feel so good.”

She took the hint and bit very gently through his pants. Her teeth just barely compressed his throbbing shaft and she kept dragging her fingertips up and down his thighs. She snuck her hands just a little deeper between his legs and grazed his balls to tease him some more.

He squeezed the back of her neck, and the next time she nuzzled his bulge, he pushed her face into it.

“I want you….” she whispered to his prick. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to take me…..I need you right now……”

His breathing strained and he gasped slightly. “I need you, too, baby.”

She looked up into his eyes and let passion take over as she tugged his belt out of the buckle. She kept her eyes smoky and seductive as she jerked it free. His rigid shaft trembled underneath.

She let the zipper scratch his shorts as she glided it down over his cock. He was fully hard now and straining to get out.

He closed his warm hands around her cheeks and kissed her hard and long as her greedy little hand darted into his shorts and clamped around his shaft.

She started to stroke him and he groaned in agony. His prick stretched even longer at her touch and he pushed his pants down to his knees. He really did want it. Was this all it took? Had he been waiting for her to initiate it?

All this time, she’d been waiting for him to make the first move. Now she knew better.

She considered sucking him, but he kissed her too hard and pushed her back on the bed. He leaned over her and lowered himself on top of her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist still stroking his rock-hard cock. She really wanted him to take her right this every minute, but she wanted something else even more.

She guided his glistening head against her saturated panties, nudged them aside, and slid his shaft between her saturated pussy lips. She coated the length with her slippery honey and savored the tension building in his back and shoulders.

He arched over her driving his prick between her pussy lips. He took over her rhythm and raked his distended veins against her trembling clit. She whimpered and squealed in rising desire. She could cum right now if she let herself.

How easy it would be to guide his cock inside her right now. She would love that, but they did it like this nearly every night. She needed more than just the same old thing.

She waited a little longer until he pushed himself up on his knees. He eyed her from above and she recognized that fierce gleam of burning lust in his eyes.

What would it take to wake up his sleeping inner beast once and for all? What would it take to get him to look at her like that all the time and not just after they got started?

He kept glaring at her like that while yanked off his jacket and shirt and threw them on the floor. He kicked off his shoes and pants and then took hold of her panties.

Adrenaline burned her insides as he slid them down. That damp fabric caressing on her inner thighs made her pant and moan in ecstasy. He was going to fuck her. Now she just had to show him how.

He tossed her panties aside and pried her knees apart to expose her engorged pussy to his sight. She held herself up on her elbows so she could watch him stalking her with unbending intent. He knew exactly what he wanted now. Once he started, there would be no stopping him.

He grabbed her bra, yanked the cups aside, and her breasts spilled out into his waiting hands. He left her bra in its usual position except for her breasts hanging out for him to see and play with.

He dove for her and started kissing her as never before. His cock touched her wide-open pussy. Now was the moment.

She wriggled over without breaking their kiss. She turned on her side and guided him down onto the bed next to her.

She kept grinding her ass against his cock to keep him excited. “Baby…..” she moaned. “Please fuck me…..fuck me like this…..fuck me like a beast…..I need you to take me…..and own me……”

She didn’t dare to look him in the eye and she wasn’t in a good position to look at him anyway. He stiffened and froze. This wasn’t their usual routine. He wasn’t used to this. Now was the time when she had to drop her bomb on him.

She reached around and stroked his cock faster and harder than before. She guided it between her ass cheeks and arched her back against his chest. “Fuck me….like this…..take my ass…..I need you, too.

He stayed there for a second, stiff and frozen. Did she scare him too much? Did she take it too far?

Without warning, he seized her in his muscular arms, crushed her against his body, and started pumping his hips against her ass harder than ever. “You want that?” he growled in her ear. “You want my cock in your ass? You are such a filthy little slut.”

“Please…..” she whimpered. “Please…..take me…..I need you so bad…..”

“You’re a bad girl,” he snarled. “How do you know my cock won’t tear you in half? I might hurt you. You’re so small and delicate.”

“Please,” she whined. “Please try. I’ve been going out of my mind thinking about it.”

He chuckled low in her ear. What a demonic, animalistic sound that was. Had he been hiding this side of himself from her all this time?

“Have you been fantasizing about my cock in your ass all these months? Is that what you’ve been trying to tell me? I heard you hinting about wanting more, but I never thought you meant this.”

He drilled in extra hard, and this time, he let his throbbing prick stab right into her tender asshole. He didn’t penetrate inside. He just nudged it hard enough to give her a taste.

She screamed out loud and tensed in his arms, but he refused to let her go.

“Is this what you want?” he husked in her ear. “Are you sure you want me to break that asshole wide open with my big, thick cock? You bad girl.”

She sobbed in his arms. She needed it so badly, but did she really have the courage to go through with it? What if all these fantasies came to nothing?

Before she could move, he pushed her face down on the bedspread, pinned one hand behind her neck, and pried her ass cheeks apart with his other hand. “Let me see this perfect little ass of yours,” he murmured to himself. “Let me see what we can do about this.”

She moaned in anticipation and fear as he bent over her twitching asshole. Could she really do this? Did she just make the biggest mistake of her life by bringing it up with him? What if he actually did it?

He took his other hand off her back and used both to massage, stretch, and manipulate her ass cheeks. “Mmmm, yes!” he breathed. “It is such a beautiful, perfect, sexy little asshole. You have no idea how fucking sexy this is.”

He made her moan again by rubbing his fingertip right against her asshole. He compressed it to add pressure, but he still didn’t penetrate that tight sphincter.

“Are you sure you want this, baby?” he murmured. “Are you sure you want me to fuck this asshole? Do you really want to be my bad girl by taking me in there?”

“Yes!” she choked. “Please! I want to…..”

“You want to what?” he asked and his tone made her dissolve in excitement.

“I want to be your bad girl. I want you to fuck my ass….please…..” She ended in another sob of desperate need. How long would he tease and torment her?

“Hmmm…..” he mused. “We’ll see how much you really want.”

He got up, pulled open a dresser drawer, and came back with something. She didn’t see what he was doing until he squirted something cold right on her quivering back door.

He rotated onto his knees behind her and pushed her thighs apart. “Let me see this, baby,” he told her. “Let me see how much you want this.”

She almost asked what he meant, but he started rubbing his fingertip into her asshole again. Slippery lube made it much softer and easier now. Delicious pleasure spread through her in unimaginable ways.

He bent over her, sealed his scorching hot mouth against her ear, and then his other hand appeared on her aching pussy.

“You want that, don’t you?” he hissed in her ear. “You want me to fuck that asshole so damn hard. You want me to pound you just like the bad girl you are.”

She screamed as he started rubbing her clit and his thick, muscular thumb slid into her swollen pussy. He fucked her with his thumb, rubbed her clit with his fingertips, and that maddening finger kept circling and rubbing her asshole harder and harder.

Unstoppable, monstrous energy overwhelmed her every nerve and limb. The desire and passion drove her out of her mind as his finger slipped inside her ass.

He kept finger-fucking her with his thumb and rubbing her to the ends of the earth as his finger probed deeper, faster, and harder into her ass.

“Come on, you bad girl!” he snarled in her ear. “Come on and show me how much you want my cock in your ass. You said you want it. Now come on. Fuck that cock. Fuck my cock, you bad girl!”

She screamed again and reared off the bed trying to take him deeper, but he held her down with his weight. He pinned her in place yelling dirty words into her ear and fucking her pussy and ass as he rubbed her to a screaming climax.

She couldn’t feel anymore just how much of his finger he was putting inside her. She only knew he was exciting her in ways she never dared to dream of before. She screamed and hurled herself back against those fingers invading her. She never imagined it could feel this good.

She wanted more and more and still more. She wanted him to pound her with his cock. She wanted him to make her the filthy, screaming, rutting animal that she was. She needed that more than anything.

He yelled even louder to make himself heard over her screams and then, without warning, he slipped a second finger inside. The mind-blowing intensity of that sensation skyrocketed her over the edge and she shrieked as a cataclysmic orgasm hit. She roared and sobbed and moaned into the bedspread, but he held her down through it all.

She collapsed under him sobbing and spasming in the last throes of rapture. She’d never cum like that—ever.

He slipped his fingers out of both her pussy and ass before she completely finished. He left her aching for more. She would never be able to get enough of that.

He flopped down on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. He turned onto his back and hugged her against his chest.

She buried her face in his chest and whimpered in pathetic agony. She definitely woke up the sleeping dragon tonight. She still wasn’t convinced that she could handle what she’d seen in him tonight. She asked for it and she got it—whatever it was.

He kissed her hair. “You were magnificent, baby. I never thought you could do it like that.”

She gulped and clamped her eyes shut. “Is that why you never did it—because you didn’t think I wanted to?”

“How could I know?” He kissed her on the head again. “I didn’t want to scare you.”

She was scared, all right. She was scared of herself. What if she released something in herself that wouldn’t go back into its cage? Who would she be then?

Her asshole still felt stretched and tender and he only used two fingers. How would she ever get used to more?

She wanted more, though. She would never be satisfied with anything less than his cock. She wanted him to fuck her ass more than ever now. He gave her a taste of something she couldn’t live without. She wanted to get down and dirty and have him ravage her in every possible way—especially that way.

He read her mind and stroked her cheeks and hair as he kept kissing her head. “We’ll just work up to it slowly. I couldn’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.”

“Will we….?” She couldn’t say the words. What if he didn’t want to go back to regular sex after this?

“We’ll just keep doing what we’ve been doing until you’re ready to try again,” he murmured. “You’ll need to fall back to your default for a few days between each session until your body gets used to this new way of doing things. Don’t worry. I won’t forget about this. Not a chance.”

He kissed her on the head again and chuckled. It was that chuckle—that deep, throaty, devilish chuckle of a beast that won’t go back into its cage. She’d been searching for months for some way to release it and now she would meet that beast no matter what.

She shivered in excitement and anticipation. That beast frightened her, but it also turned her on as never before. She would see it every time from now on, now that he knew she wanted it.

I walked into the haunted house and looked around. It looked a lot like I expected with most of the living room rotting away.

The front door hung off its hinges and some of the window glass lay in pieces on the moldy carpet. The night air blew into the living room bringing the mist and wind from outside, so there was nothing to stop everything from deteriorating.

I strolled into the living room and examined the couch and beat-up coffee table in the moonlight coming through the window. I came in here just to see what a haunted house was like, but I didn’t see anything beyond an old house crumbling with age and neglect.

I went into the kitchen. The linoleum flooring peeled up from the corners in spots where it had been damaged. The countertop showed chips and scratches and mossy water puddled under the dripping tap.

I went back to the living room and tested the stairs before I put my weight on them. They seemed solid enough and the banister held my weight, so I climbed up. The top landing entered the hall with bedrooms on each side.

I followed the corridor to its end and looked out through the bay window. Moonlight bathed the yard and the dead tree outside. I turned back and glanced into the bedrooms, but none of them seemed all that interesting.

I didn’t feel like leaving yet, though. I came in here to see a real haunted house, not a derelict, so I went into the first bedroom. I investigated the bed and the closet without finding anything.

I went into the second bedroom expecting the same thing. Five cushions that might once have been plush sat in a pile at the head of the bed and the curtains hung from the tilted curtain rod.

I glanced through the window again and sighed. There was nothing to see in here, so I might as well leave.

I crossed to the door. I was about to walk out when I happened to look down the wall and saw something right next to the dresser. Two hands stuck out of the wall. They ended just above the wrist and they both flexed back so the fingers stuck straight up.

I blinked at them. Was I seeing things? I didn’t see them there when I entered the room.

I took a step forward. They stuck straight out of the wall with no backing or anything, so this definitely wasn’t someone’s idea of a sick taxidermy joke. Now this was definitely interesting.

I took one more step and studied them. Firm, sturdy wrists, short fingernails, thick, muscular fingers, and a rounded thumb bulge made them look like male hands. They didn’t have any jewelry. They just stuck out of the wall without moving.

I inspected them closer. What were they doing here? How did they get here?

I checked them out from every angle, but they didn’t move. Should I touch them? Should I check the wrist to see if they had a pulse? How could they have a pulse when they were disconnected from any body?

The wrists didn’t look bloody or severed. They looked like someone might have put their hands through the wall, but that was impossible.

In the first place, the wall wasn’t thick enough for a human body and the corridor was right on the other side. I would have seen someone standing there with their hands embedded in the wall.

I leaned forward to get a closer look at the connection point between the hands and the wall. I didn’t mean to touch them. I thought I left enough space between myself and them, but I must have leaned in a little too far.

One of the hands closed its fingers and squeezed my breast. I jumped back in a flash and my breath caught in my throat.

I stared at them in surprise. Did I just imagine it? How could they move without being alive?

While I stood there staring in mute shock, they flexed again—both of them. They closed their fingers in a squeezing motion…..and that’s when I realized.

They were at exactly my breast height. They curled their fingers at my breasts…in exactly the motion they would be using if they squeezed my breasts.

A charge of adrenaline went through me. Were these disembodied hands trying to grab my breasts? Were they trying to grope me? How was that even possible?

I glanced around the room. What if….?

What if this house really was haunted? I never believed in ghosts or skeletons coming alive or anything like that.

I came into this house basically to prove to myself that it wasn’t really haunted, but here I was, standing in front of two hands that wanted to paw my breasts without being attached to any body.

It couldn’t be haunted, but how else did I explain it? I started to turn away when the hands flexed again.

They seemed to stretch toward my breasts in a hungry, grasping motion and a tendril of excitement seared my insides. If some kind of haunted entities were occupying this house, how far would they really go?

What if I let them touch me? What would happen…besides me getting turned on by getting groped by a ghost?

I glanced over my shoulder toward the moonlit window. No one was around. What harm could it do? What could two random hands do to me?

I took a risk and stepped forward. My shirt touched the hands and they closed very slowly and gently….almost as though they knew they were touching a real person.

The hands compressed my breasts and massaged them in tender squeezing movements. It felt good. It felt more than good. It felt exhilarating.

The hands started slowly and deliberately. They rubbed and circled and gripped my breasts just like a person would and a tremendous rush of pleasure flooded my body.

I was getting felt up by some undead thing I couldn’t even see, but it definitely turned me on. It even gave me the feeling that this thing was getting turned on.

It escalated its movements and increased the pressure. It scratched through my shirt and bra cups to excite my nipples. They hardened inside my bra and my breath quickened. My crotch started to swell up I was so aroused.

The hands squeezed harder and scooped my breasts up in a full, enthusiastic groping motion. Then, impossibly, they let go and started to unbutton my blouse.

I froze in sizzling desire. The hands were undressing me.

I couldn’t move. I stood stock still with molten fire shooting through my skin to my pussy. The hands couldn’t move away from my breasts. They couldn’t touch me down there or do anything else to me.

They unbuttoned as many buttons as they could reach. I stood on tiptoe so they could unfasten the last two. They pushed the shirt over my shoulders, but I had to shrug out of it on my own because they couldn’t reach.

The hands grasped my breasts through my bra and my desires erupted into a burning hunger. I wanted these hands to do so much more to me. I almost regretted that they couldn’t move from the wall.

Slowly, they inched their fingers up to my bra straps and eased them down. I sighed in delight as my breasts fell into their warm, soft palms.

They could fondle my nipples all they wanted now and I couldn’t hold back. I moaned in blessed desire as waves of bliss washed over me. I leaned into their grip and sobbed for relief. My pussy ached. Should I finger myself here?

The hands took hold of my arms and pushed me sideways. They guided me to turn around and unfastened my bra. I turned back around and pressed my breasts into their loving grasp. This was the hottest thing I ever experienced and these hands didn’t even belong to a person.

They teased my nipples until I couldn’t stand it. I needed to cum, but they couldn’t satisfy me.

They seemed to come to some decision because they slowed down and eventually pushed me out of their grasp.

They eased me back and returned to their former position with the fingers pointed upward. They stopped moving.

I stared at them in aching disappointment, but what could you expect from undead hands?

I picked up my shirt and bra and turned back to the door. So much for that. They turned me on something awful and now I had to walk all the way home burning up with unfulfilled desire.

I took one step and stopped. Another hand stuck out of the wall right next to the door. This one was at hip level.

I glanced over at the two hands that fondled my breasts. They still protruded from the wall in exactly the same position.

They didn’t move but there was definitely another hand. It stuck out of the wall just above the wrist with its palm and fingers pointed up toward the ceiling.

It looked like a strong male hand. In fact, it looked like it belonged to exactly the same person as the first two.

I took one step and hesitated. What did this one want to do? What would I do if I went near it and it started to move?

I advanced slowly and examined it from a safe distance. Something weird was definitely going on. While I stood there trying to figure out what it all meant, the hand curled its index finger in an unmistakable come-here gesture.

That finger curved right at the level of my pussy and a jet of hot liquid oozed into my panties. It wanted to touch me.

That gesture couldn’t be more sexual if some man told me to come there so he could finger me. Should I?

I already let these hands grope my breasts. They turned me on beyond belief so why not go all the way?

I crossed to the door and the finger crooked to beckon me nearer.

I halted in front of it and it stretched forward trying to reach me.

I crossed the last few inches and the fingers brushed my skirt. It stroked my hips and found my quivering mound. It rubbed through the fabric and then reached down to the hem.

I let it pull my skirt up. It did everything expertly like it knew exactly what to do.

It dove under my skirt and those fingers found my saturated panties.

I supported my hands against the wall to hold myself up as delicious surges of passionate fire swept me away. The fingers fingered my clitoris through my wet panties and then tried to get inside. Oh, to hell with it. Who was I kidding anyway?

I stepped back and unzipped my skirt. The hand stroked my hips and thighs while I slid it down and then stepped out of my panties.

The fingers glided toward my pussy and started fingering me harder and faster.

They circled my clit and made me whine with delight. I spread my legs and it quickened its pace. I planted my feet wide and groaned in ecstasy as the fingers plunged into my engorged pussy.

I threw back my head as its blissful penetrations drilled to my depths. It found all the most sensitive spots along my channel and my juices coated its fingers and hand.

It pulled back its hand and pounded its fingers in deep and hard. It slapped its palm against my clitoris and I started to cum.

I wailed and cried in the heights of climax as it slapped its hand against my saturated tissues. It pumped the juices from me until I screamed in orgasm.

The hand withdrew from my pussy and went back to rubbing my clitoris.

I sobbed as the luscious peaks tailed off to a gentle sway of continuous bliss, but its circles definitely diminished.

It finished making me cum just as the first two hands stopped feeling my breasts. It was finished, but I wasn’t.

I pulled back and turned around. Would it keep going if I asked it to? I bent over at the waist and backed up to the hand.

It came back to life and caressed my ass in wide, warm, comforting sweeps. It squeezed my ass appreciatively and then, to my relief, it plunged its fingers into my pussy from behind.

I rested my hands on my knees and pushed my ass back into its thrusts. It drilled me deep all the way to my G spot and I gave voice to all my delighted screams.

It took me back to another incredible climax and my nectar flowed down my thighs. I didn’t want it to end, but the hand stopped before I was ready.

It pulled out and fondled my ass a few more times. At last, it returned to its former position with the palm up and the fingers curved. It didn’t touch me again even though I ached to keep going.

I straightened up and sighed. That was it. It was over. I just had the best sex of my life with three ghost hands in a haunted house. I would definitely have to play with my vibrator when I got home.

I turned back to the door and cast one last hopeful look around. My heart leaped when I spotted a mouth on the wall opposite the bed.

This one was at pussy height, too. Could it be ready to eat me out? My chest tightened. Would this ghost entity go all the way—as if it didn’t already?

I walked right over to it without hesitating. I wanted so much more. If this mouth would eat me up, I was more than ready.

I stopped in front of it, and sure enough, the mouth stuck out its tongue. It wiggled its tongue in a pussy-licking action. It definitely wanted to taste me.

I hesitated. Something was missing. Whatever this thing was, it fondled my breasts and just fingered me to some of the most explosive orgasms of my life. I didn’t want to just use it and walk away. I wanted to give it something in return.

I tossed my clothes into a pile and went down on my knees. I placed both my hands on either side of the mouth, leaned in, and kissed it.

The mouth responded instantly. It kissed me back and the tongue came out to meet mine. It tasted hot and passionate and delicious. That kiss turned me on so much more.

I could have kissed it for hours, but it seemed to want something more. It broke away and made that licking movement again.

I obeyed and stood up. I moved my pelvis close to it and pressed my pussy to its lips.

It sighed in bliss when its tongue slipped between my pussy lips and started to tease my clitoris. I whimpered and clung to the wall as best I could as it started to eat me out in ecstasy.

It nagged my clitoris until I started to cum once again. I spread my legs and it delved its tongue into my dripping crevice. Then it took a big mouthful of my pussy and munched deep and true.

I shoved my pussy against the wall trying to get any purchase. I came again and again on its tongue and gnawing lips. It felt so fucking good I couldn’t get enough.

Everything it did rocketed me into the stratosphere, but as with the hands, it stopped before too long. It gave me so much satisfaction, but it didn’t last long enough. It left me still aching and needy.

When I stepped away, I knelt down and kissed it one more time. It tasted tangy like my pussy juices.

It kissed me back as enthusiastically and passionately as before, but the signal couldn’t be more clear. It was done.

I searched the room. There must be more. If this thing had hands and a mouth, it must have more.

Could it have….Yes! I spotted it not far away. A penis hung from the wall along with a nice healthy-looking ball sack.

It hung slightly below hip height, just the right height for fucking. It hung limp and sleepy just like the hands when I first saw them. Would it get hard when I went near it?

I made up my mind in a heartbeat. I walked right over to it and knelt down. I didn’t wait for it to do anything. I took it in my mouth and sucked.

The minute it started to harden, moans and groans came from somewhere in the house. It sounded like the low, chesty voice of a man enjoying getting his dick sucked.

The cock hardened to a rigid shaft in my mouth. It strained and throbbed with hot blood pumping through its veins. It felt incredibly masculine and absolutely sexy.

I sucked faster. The cock pulsed with my sucks and that voice got louder. It called out to me. “Oh, fuck, baby! Suck my cock. Oh, yeah, that feels so damn good. Oh, my god! Oh, yes. God dammit, baby, you suck that cock so fucking good. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.”

His voice excited me and I gave myself to it with all my energy. I grabbed the cock and started to stroke it into my mouth. I combined my hand and mouth.

His murmurs changed to snarls. “Turn around, baby. I want to fuck you so damn hard. Come on, baby. Let me see you bend over and give me that ass.”

I obeyed instantly. I got to my feet and turned around. I bent over. “Oh, yeah, baby. Back that ass up to my hard cock. Let me fuck you. Your ass is so fucking hot. You make me so hard, baby. Do you know how fucking sexy you are?”

My heart flipped hearing this. He must be a ghost, but he sure wanted it.

I backed up and that stiff, hard, hot clock stabbed into my waiting slit. “Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck, that is so hot! Come on, baby, back it up like you really want it.”

“I want it hard!” I told him. “Please… fuck me.”

“That’s right, baby. You know you want it.”

I bounced my ass against his cock and felt the deep, satisfying thump of his meat pounding home.

It fulfilled all the unmet desires aroused by his hands and mouth. I couldn’t get enough and I started to scream

“That’s it, baby,” he called. “Take it like a good girl. You love that, don’t you? You want that cock, don’t you? Can you feel how fucking hard you make me? Come on baby, Let me fuck you.”

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed. “You’re making me cum! Oh, fuck, that cock is so damn hard. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, please. Oh, god, I need you so bad.”

“Take it, baby!“ he commanded. “Take it nice and deep. Let me feel you cum.”

I couldn’t answer. I was screaming so hard as torrential climaxes tore me apart. I hurled myself back on that wicked shaft that plowed me to kingdom come.

His grunts and groans got louder. They seemed to come from the very walls.

It sounded like the whole house was cumming until, at the peak of passion, his cock spasmed and a hot jet of cum blasted into me.

I rocked and thrust on it milking the last pearly drops from its tip. It throbbed and pulsed and trembled inside me exciting all my inner muscles into synchronous spasms.

I cradled my head in both hands as the last waves lit me on fire. I rode his cock as the final peaks trailed off and left me humming in a state of blissful trance.

“You are so fucking beautiful, baby,” he whispered. “You are so hot and sexy. You can’t imagine how fucking good you feel. You’ve made me so happy.”

I turned around and his cock slipped out of me. A gush of cum dribbled down my thighs and left me feeling as aroused as when we started. His cock drooped and started to fall back into its old position.

I knelt down in front of it. I didn’t know what to say or do, but I had to somehow say goodbye to him. I would probably never see him again, but I would never forget him.

I took his limp cock in my mouth and gave it one or two loving sucks. “Thank you so much,” I whispered. “Thank you. I…..I wish I could give you more.”

“You’re done enough, baby. You’ve done more than enough. You’re a dream come true. I’ll dream about you tonight. Now you better get dressed before you catch cold. Don’t worry about me.”

He seemed like he wanted me to leave him alone, so I sat back on my heels. I studied his cock, but there was no guy to caress or admire.

I could only think of one thing to do, so I returned to the mouth, knelt down, and kissed it. He kissed me back. “Good night,” I whispered.

“Good night, baby. Thank you for tonight. I’ll never forget it.”

“Me, neither. Thank you.”

I stood up and the mouth went still and lifeless. Whoever he was, he wasn’t here anymore. My dalliance with a ghost was over.

I slipped into my clothes and hurried out of the house. Maybe someday I would work up the courage to come back here and see if he was still here.

You take me by the hand and lead me into the bedroom. You tell me to stand still next to the bed and come back with your favorite coil of rope.

You put it on the bed and raise my dress to pull it over my head. You lay it aside and then take off my bra and panties. I know to stand still and keep quiet while you work.

You come around in front of me and kiss me deeply before you pick up the coil. You stand behind me, tie my wrists together and then start tying up my arms.

You bind them tightly together in the back so my chest and shoulders stretch as far back as they will go. You bind my upper arms together tightly, too, so I can’t move. I make small noises of pain while you make the ties nice and tight, but you ignore me.

You wrap the rope around my body and bind my breasts so they stick out the way you like. Then you work down to my legs.

You tie my legs tightly together making beautiful patterns with the knots down the centerline front and back. You eventually get to my ankles and tie them together, too.

You finish the last lengths of the rope and stand back to admire your handiwork. You walk around me caressing the ties and playing with my nipples that stick straight out to you.

You kiss me again, return to your place behind me, pull me against you, and whisper in my ear. “You have no idea how hot you look all tied up like this and ready for me to use.”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply.

“Good girl for standing still so well.” You move back and take hold of my arms. “Now let me see what I can do with my new toy.”

You hold onto my bound arms and tip me forward. I yelp when I almost fall onto my face, but you catch me and pull me back. You use my arms to position me at an angle so I’m bent over with my ass pointed toward you.

You deliver a stinging smack to my ass and then, without warning, you thrust your fingers between my tightly bound thighs. “Does this make you wet, baby?” you murmur. “Does this turn you on?”

I gasp and then start moaning as you drill your fingers into me from behind. You use my arms to arch my back into your thrusts, and in a second, I’m cumming all over your hand.

“That’s right,” you keep murmuring. “You’re such a hot little toy for me to fuck….all tied up. I just can’t resist when I see you like this.”

You let go of my arms and I start to topple forward again. You grab me by both hips and pull me back into you. I don’t know how you got your fly open so fast, but before I can even think, you drive your cock between my thighs. They’re already slippery from you fingering me and you slide between my legs and into my swollen pussy.

“Mmmm,” you murmur. “That’s so fucking good, baby. Mm. Take it nice and deep. You love that, don’t you?”

I gasp again and then start to scream as your cock sends me reeling into another torrential orgasm. I can’t get enough of it and you bang into me nice and deep and hard.

I can’t relax my back with my arms behind me. You’ve tied me so I have no choice but to arch into your thrusts. My thighs hug your cock and you glide in and out in a river of wetness.

You hold onto my hips with both hands steering me into every thrust, but a second later, you grab a fistful of my hair to pull my head back. You start pounding harder and making me scream with every thrust. I’m so wet that you don’t have any problem sliding between my thighs and into my pussy.

You take a handful of the ropes on my back and use them for extra leverage. You are driving extra hard now and telling me what a good, obedient fucktoy I am. You demand that I tell you how much I love the way you’re fucking me, but I’m cumming too hard to answer.

You don’t seem to care about that. My pussy gets so wet that my juices spatter on your hips and run down my thighs. You make a smacking sound every time you bounce off my ass and your balls slap my clit to make me cum extra hard.

Just when I’m spiraling of into the stratosphere, you pull back, scoop me off the floor before I can fall over, and you throw me on the bed.

I scream when I land, but you make sure to throw me onto my side. I still have my arms and legs tied so tightly that I can’t bend my elbows or my knees.

You climb onto the bed on your knees and roll me onto my side even though I’m already there. You’ve somehow managed to undress while you were fucking me. I don’t know how.

You kneel behind my ass and start fucking me again. You grab me around the throat and pull my head over to look up at you.

“Look at me,” you snarl as you drive in. “This is mine to fuck. Understand? This is all mine. You’re mine.”

“Yes, Master!” I cry and then start screaming again as a brutal wave of orgasm hits me. I can’t take this, but you don’t let me look away.

“Look at me, baby,” you order again. I have no choice but to look up into your eyes.

You dive in and kiss me hard. Your teeth rake my lip when you pull off and then you tighten your hand around my neck.

You start fucking me just as hard while you tell me that I’m yours to fuck and that you own me. You nail me hard from behind while you use your hand around my throat to throw me down onto your thrusts.

I can’t stop screaming as I cum again and again on your hard cock, but you aren’t done yet.

You lean back, take hold of the ropes around my legs, and pry my legs up. You try to turn me onto my back, but my arms get in the way.

You pull the rope around my wrists and my arms come free, but you have no plans to release me. You loosen the ropes just enough to turn me onto my back, retie my arms in the front this time, draw them above my head, and quickly tie my wrists to the bedpost.

“Now I can use my toy the way I want to,” you say and take hold of my leg bindings again.

You pry them all the way back so my feet touch the headboard. You bend me in half with my legs still bound together.

“That’s what I want to see,” you purr as you rub your hand over my ass, pussy, and dripping wet thighs. “That’s such a nice round ass—perfect for spanking.”

I start to beg, “Master…..” but you make me scream instead by smacking me hard across the ass. You smack twice more and then reach for the leather strap hanging from the bedpost.

You sit back on your knees holding my legs folded all the way up to the headboard while you deliver ten brutal whacks to each butt cheek. You are just getting warmed up and my screams are music to your ears.

You move the strap to my pussy and slap against my swollen tissues. I scream at each cruel strike, but after the third hit, I start to cum from that stimulation, too. My screams change and you strike harder, faster, and widening your range.

You leave raw red marks on my ass and thighs in between making me cum by striking me right on the pussy.

I am screaming myself hoarse by the time you rise on your knees and drive your cock deep into my pussy. I cum even harder as you use me to your heart’s content. You keep striking me while you fuck me, and just when I think I can’t take any more, you tip me farther back and drive into my ass.

I scream even louder, but that means nothing to you. “Your holes are there for me to use, baby,” you tell me. “You know it’s true. This ass is mine in whatever way I want.”

You slash your strap across my ass again and start fucking me faster, harder, switching between my pussy and ass whenever you want. When you get tired of that, you pull back and beat my ass some more. My ass is burning from being used so hard, but I’m also cumming like I’ve never cum before.

I’m too far gone to think about what you’re doing. I don’t realize what’s happening until you move my legs to the side, dive in, and kiss me. Your eyes won’t let me look away as you fuck me deep and hard while we kiss.

You keep my bound legs propped on your shoulder and I swim in the bliss of your eyes as you build up to cum. Your thrusts get shorter, harder, and more explosive until your cock throbs with each stroke. You slam in and stay there as you shudder and roar into my mouth. You clamp your eyes shut and your cum floods me.

The man pulled his pickup truck into the parking lot, set the emergency brake, and switched off the motor. He adjusted the sleeves of his suit jacket and turned to the woman sitting next to him in the passenger seat.

Her sleek black hair framed her slender features and deep black eyes. She wore a tight black dress hugging her curves down to a few inches above her knees.

A gold chain draped her collarbones. Besides the small gold hoop earrings she always wore, she wore one other piece of jewelry—two, actually.

Two matching tight gold bracelets closed around both her forearms right above the wrist. They hugged her delicate arms with no seam or break in the thin, gold circlets.

She looked up at him with a smoky, intoxicated look that made his stomach clench. He bent over and kissed her deeply and passionately and she responded with sizzling energy.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Her smell and her warm body trembling underneath him set his blood on fire.

He leaned farther over and closed one hand around her breast, but he restrained himself from pulling her dress down to expose her even though he wanted to.

She mewed and whined in his mouth as he massaged her breast through her dress. She undulated on the seat, tried one more time to pull him down on top of her, and when that failed, she raised her body to rub against him.

He scratched his fingernail on her nipple and his cock throbbed when he felt her nipple getting harder inside her bra. Her noises rose to squeaky cries as he teased her to insanity.

She contorted even more temptingly and he lost the fight to hold himself in reserve. He slid his hand up her dress and she spread her thighs so he could find her saturated panties.

He rubbed her through the drenched fabric and she ripped off his mouth. She squirmed and seethed on the seat gazing up at him with those intoxicated, haunted eyes.

His heart contracted when he saw how fucking hot and ready she was. She drove her hips into his hand. Her lips quivered back from her teeth as she sucked in one ragged breath after another.

“You want that, baby?” he whispered. “You want Daddy to fuck that pussy?”

“Daddy…..” she moaned.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmured. “You want Daddy, don’t you? You spread your legs for Daddy’s cock.”

“Daddy….please……”

“Please what, baby? Beg Daddy to fuck your sweet pussy. You know you love it. Come on. Beg Daddy to own that pussy and make you cum all over Daddy’s cock.”

“Daddy…..I need you……” She spasmed and screamed once when he rubbed her clit a little harder.

“Is this what you want, little girl?” He hooked one finger into her panties, tugged them aside, and buried his fingers deep in her saturated wetness. “You want Daddy’s cock in there…..like this?”

He pumped his fingers deep, deep inside her swollen channel. He banged his knuckles against her clit and her juices gushed down his hand.

She screamed in time to his thrusts. She arched her back and pounded her juicy, sweet box against his hand shrieking with every deep, punishing stroke.

He had to raise his voice to a harsh bark to make himself heard over her screams. “That’s right, baby! Fuck Daddy’s cock. You know you want it. Cum for Daddy. Give Daddy your sweet ass.”

She screamed again and again. Every flex of his arm made her scream and arch and writhe.

He loved seeing her like this. He loved the way she rocketed into madness taking one brutal climax after another. She always wanted it and she was cumming too hard to obey his commands.

She didn’t have to. Her sex-drunk eyes begged him for it. Her quivering features told him loud and clear how much she needed him.

He could go like this for hours. She needed him to pull her back down to Planet Earth.

He eased his hand out and muffled her whimpering sobs with his mouth. He kissed her deeply until he felt her start to relax, but she still kissed him just as passionately as ever. She was still so mind-blowingly aroused that he could take her again right now. He could take her all night long and she would still want more.

He eased back and sucked her juices off his fingers. That taste and smell made him as hard as a rock. He needed to fuck her, but he didn’t want to cum—not yet. He would save that for later. That would make it so much better.

Her eyes instantly locked on his with that ravenous look of animal madness. Her whole face and body shimmered with desire. She couldn’t hide it. It seeped from her very pores.

“Come over here, baby,” he told her and popped the driver’s door.

He climbed out of the truck and the dome light came on. He stood in the open door and guided her over onto the driver’s seat. He swiveled her beautiful legs off the seat, and once he got her into that position, he couldn’t hold back from kissing her and touching her again.

He hitched her dress up, pulled her knees apart, and shoved his way between them. He started kissing her again, and when he heard her moaning and felt her body trembling and rocking trying to reach him, his iron control broke down.

He grabbed her thighs and pulled himself hard between her legs. She spread them and pressed her breasts against his jacket trying again to throw herself at him. She sobbed and mewed in his mouth while she ran her fingers through his hair and raked her fingernails up his chest.

She slipped her hands under his jacket and touched him all over through his shirt. He would give anything to feel her touching him right now, but he had more important things on his mind.

She seized both his ass cheeks and pulled him in hard against her. That movement triggered something in him and he attacked her full force.

He tore away, yanked her hips the rest of the way off the seat, and flipped her over onto her stomach. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?” he snarled. “Your pussy is so fucking hot for Daddy’s cock, isn’t it?”

“Please, Daddy….”

She barely got the words out before he ripped her dress up over her ass, tore down her panties, and unzipped his fly.

His pulsating cock touched her ass and then she screamed again when he stabbed all the way in. Before he thought to stop himself, he seized two fistfuls of her beautiful ass and pounded her against the seat.

She couldn’t talk or beg now. His hips smacked against her ass and her juices dripped down his balls, but they only made him hotter. He stabbed his thumb into her asshole and she exploded trying to rear back against him.

He smashed her down with all his might and gave her a dozen deep, resounding thrusts before his mind switched back into gear. He couldn’t keep fucking her like this or he would lose his load before the night even started.

He hauled himself away with a massive effort. “Turn over, baby. Sit up where I can see you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she quavered.

She turned over and started to push her dress down, but he stopped her. “Who’s your Daddy, baby?” he whispered into her mouth.

“You, Daddy,” she whimpered.

“Who owns you?”

“You do, Daddy.”

“You cum for Daddy, don’t you, baby?” he asked.

She gulped and her features spasmed with anguished emotion. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” He kissed her and took a step back. “Sit back on the seat and present your pussy to me.”

She gave one more agonized moan and scooted her bare ass all the way to the edge of the driver’s seat. Her own slippery, shiny honey coated her pussy lips, clit, ass cheeks, and quite of bit of real estate down her thighs.

She looked devastatingly hot like that—all swollen and sensitive and coated with her own cum. He could make her squirt all over the truck if he tried, but now wasn’t the time.

She propped herself back on her arms, planted her heels on the seat right next to her ass, spread her thighs, and thrust her pussy toward him fully exposed to the parking lot streetlamps.

“Good girl,” he told her and laid the flats of his fingers on her pussy. He rubbed in slow, gentle, easy circles and savored the sight of her features twisting up in another grimace of rising lust.

Her juices lubricated his hand and he rubbed just a little faster, Her mouth feel open in an excruciating moan…..and then he slapped her hard right on her vulva. “This is mine, little girl. You hear that? This pussy is mine.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.

He started rubbing again until he made her groan with desire and then slapped her hard three more times. “This pussy is mine to fuck. Who fucks this pussy, baby?”

She screamed each time he slapped her, but he also recognized the gunshot of convulsion cracking through her body at each strike. He recognized those flashes of rapid-fire orgasm that came and went within seconds of each other.

“That’s right. This is mine.” He plunged three fingers deep into her slit and pumped hard. “I’m gonna fuck you just like this. Huh? You like Daddy fucking you like that?”

“Daddy….!” she shrieked and then started screaming for the hills.

“You feel Daddy fucking you? Huh?” he yelled. “You want Daddy to fuck your ass? Cum for Daddy. Come on! Cum for me!”

“I am cumming, Daddy!” she screeched and then collapsed sobbing and whining still supported on her arms.

She moaned in agony when he trailed his fingers out of her. He let them linger in her velvety soft pussy lips and around her clit before he pulled away. He wanted to imprint that feeling in his mind until he took her home and fucked her into oblivion.

She spasmed and heaved still moaning and sobbing on the seat. Her tormented eyes kept glancing across his before she gulped, looked away, and compressed her lips trying desperately to cope with all the pleasure and craving gripping her right now.

He took a step back so he wouldn’t be tempted to start playing with her. Just looking at her sitting on the seat with her knees raised and her thighs spread seriously tempted him to just take her home and be done with it.

He couldn’t do that. He was here for a reason and he couldn’t leave until he did it.

He put his hand in his pocket and took out a small bullet vibrator with a wire attached to it. He untangled the wire and waited for her to compose herself enough to look up at him.

She froze when she saw what he was doing. She still supported herself on her arms and her expression changed to a mixture of terror, madness, and aching, insatiable hunger.

“Daddy makes you cum, doesn’t he, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she husked.

“Who owns this pussy? Huh? Answer Daddy. Who owns this pussy to fuck and play with?”

She whimpered and moaned, “You, Daddy!”

“That’s right. That’s my good girl. You cum for Daddy and show me what a good girl you are.”

He took the last step and pressed the bullet into her trembling pussy lips. She convulsed back on the seat moaning and gasping as he pushed it all the way in. He tucked it right behind her entrance bones and settled it against her G spot before he pulled his fingers back out.

She groaned and panted while her eyes rolled back in their sockets, but he hadn’t even gotten started yet.

He unwound the wire and took hold of a small rubber pad at the end. He pried apart two round BB-sized magnets at either corner of the small rubber square and closed then over her clit hood.

He blocked her rising cries out of his mind while he arranged the pad over her clit. The magnets pinched her clit and held the pad in place so it didn’t move.

The magnets were much stronger than he expected. He couldn’t tell if they hurt her, but they definitely made her cum and he hadn’t even turned on the power yet.

He stood back and watched her heave in front of him for a while. “Look at me, baby,” he finally ordered.

She dragged her head up and her eyes glazed with so much fiery, insane passion that he almost lost his nerve again.

“I’m going to test it out now, baby. Are you ready?”

She didn’t answer. She could barely keep her eyes open and she rasped through bared teeth. She really was completely out of her mind.

He took out his phone and got the handheld remote controller for the toy out of his pocket. He navigated to the app and switched on the juice to its lowest setting.

She threw back her head and her chest quaked as she started gasping and then screaming. He adjusted the speed a few times and she gave full voice to explosive orgasms.

She collapsed when he switched it off, but she didn’t stop moaning as the waves of twitching climax kept pulsating through her.

He couldn’t wait for her to come all the way back by herself, so he switched on the handheld remote. She immediately started cumming and she humped her hips on empty air trying to fuck the toy attached to her.

That was good enough for him. It worked. He switched it off and put his phone in his pocket, but he kept the remote in his hand.

“Sit up, baby. It’s time to go.”

She sat up, but she didn’t stop whining and sobbing for a long time. She ran her hand across her face and swayed on the seat. She didn’t even have the wherewithal to pull her dress down.

He took her hand and pulled her off the seat so her feet touched the ground. He held her steady until she could support herself and then he redressed her and straightened her clothes.

She bit her lip and winced when he looked her in the eye. “Are you all right, sweet girl?” he asked.

She nodded and struggled to shake her hair out of her eyes.

“Are you ready to go inside?”

“Yes, Sir,” she croaked.

He traced his fingertip down her forehead and cheek and kissed her. “Daddy’s proud of you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she moaned.

He took her hand and placed it inside the crook of his elbow. He made one last check that she could stand on her own and that she was functioning normally. Then he turned away and started walking toward the restaurant.

She walked well enough at his side, but she stayed extra close to him and hugged his arm for support. The toy didn’t seem to get in the way of her walking, and by the time they reached the entrance, no one would ever guess there was anything wrong with her.

“Are you okay?” he murmured on their way up the steps.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“Good girl,” he told her. “You’re doing great.”

He gave his name to the concierge who led them to a booth in a secluded part of the restaurant. It wasn’t totally secluded, though. The restaurant was busier than he expected. People sat at tables only feet away from his booth.

He stood back and motioned for her to slide in first. He sat down next to her and asked again, “Are you okay?”

She nodded. Any outside observer would think she was the most beautiful, dignified, and composed woman in this restaurant.

Only he could tell how shaky and fragile she still was. Her eyes darted around the restaurant and she wouldn’t look at him at all. She kept looking down at the tablecloth so she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye.

His pulse quickened watching her. He could switch on the handheld remote whenever he wanted. He could make her spin into the stratosphere.

She wouldn’t be able to scream and moan here in front of all these people. She would have to sit here and take it like the good girl she was.

No wonder she was so nervous. The anticipation must be killing her.

Knowing he could do it anytime he wanted gave him such a rush of power that he felt himself getting hard just from thinking about it. He had her right here in the palm of his hand. He owned her pussy in ways he never imagined possible.

Not pushing that button thrilled him far more than pushing it. The anticipation shot a white-hot jet of adrenaline into his guts. This was power beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He owned her. Her cum was all his. If he ever doubted it, this moment sealed it for all time.

He started to move his thumb over to the control button, but at that moment, another couple stood up at a nearby table. They shuffled their chairs and headed for the exit.

She jumped a foot in the air and tensed to high alert, but she still didn’t show any sign that anyone other than he might notice. She really was the perfect good girl—so compliant and responsive. She must be working with all her might to hold it all together.

That knowledge exhilarated him even more. She exerted a massive effort for his sake. She was doing this for him—to give him this pleasure and this power over her. He loved her for that.

The other diners left and some people laughed out on a covered patio beyond some open French doors. She glanced that way and he hit the button on its lowest setting.

She gave a very soft gasp of surprise and her chin dropped. She shut her eyes and her hair draped over her face. That was all.

She turned around very slowly and her haunted black eyes floated open to meet his. Her lips sagged and she panted hard.

Her eyes glazed in that way that he knew so well. Her features flushed and her breath rasped through her parted lips.

She slumped back in the booth and her body shuddered, but she didn’t make a sound that anyone noticed.

He stared into the vast depths of those intoxicated eyes. He knew her well enough to recognize the signs. She was cumming—hard.

Her eyes kept drifting half-closed and then opening enough to latch onto him. His stomach flipped every time she looked at him. The very sight of him controlling her and stimulating her without even touching her—that on its own made her cum as never before.

Just then, the concierge came back. He startled both the man and his girl and they both jumped. The man hit the button just in time.

“Good evening, folks,” the concierge said. “Can I get you anything to drink before dinner?”

The girl froze to her seat, so the man stepped in. “We’ll take a bottle of Gewürztraminer…..and I’ll take a bourbon and Coke.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you very much.” The concierge placed two menus on the table and left.

The man handed one of the menus to his girl and opened his own. She opened hers and hid behind it where he couldn’t see her.

He smiled to himself and pretended not to see. She would need to compose herself before the waiter came to take their order.

The man scanned the menu, decided what he wanted, and put his menu down. She took longer, and when she finally put her menu down, she gave him a stricken look of agonized longing.

“You cum for Daddy, don’t you baby?” he whispered under his breath. “You’re Daddy’s slutty little good girl, aren’t you?”

“Daddy…..I need you so bad…..” she whined.

“Good girl,” he breathed. “You take it like Daddy’s good girl.”

He sat back to make room for the waiter to put their drinks on the table. Then the waiter pulled out a notepad and a pen. “What can I get you folks for dinner tonight?”

“I’ll take the ribeye with baked potato—medium well,” the man responded, “and she’ll take the roasted lamb with pasta.”

“Excellent choices,” the waiter informed him. “Thank you.”

He left and the man glanced over at his girl. She still sat stiffly on the bench. She couldn’t relax at all waiting for the next hit.

His heart went out to her. She was trying so hard and doing so incredibly well. He’d never been prouder of her nor had he ever been this raging hard for her.

He slid along the bench, put his arm around her shoulders, and kissed her, but he didn’t go full tongue. He kept it light and she responded in kind.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered. “I love you so much!”

“Daddy…..” Her eyes raced around the restaurant and her cheek spasmed when she looked up longingly into his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this!”

“You can!” he breathed. “You’re doing great. I know it’s hard, but you’re doing amazingly well. Just a little longer and we’ll go home. Okay?”

She shut her eyes, swallowed hard, and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Who loves you, sweetheart?” he whispered.

“You, Daddy,” she choked.

“That’s my good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her again, but the power of commanding all her agony and sensations overpowered all his senses. He had to play with her. He had to tease her to the breaking point.

He hit the button and she jolted in his arms. He gripped her tighter and moved the power control a little higher.

She twitched and convulsed under him. Her breathing became heavy and labored and rasping, but she still didn’t cry out.

“That’s right,” he whispered low into her face. “Daddy owns that pussy. Daddy makes you cum and you belong to me alone. Understand? Do you feel Daddy fucking that sweet pussy until you cum?”

She panted hard into his mouth. Her drunken, lunatic eyes bored deep into his soul as she fought to take every vibration shattering her to pieces.

She couldn’t answer, but he didn’t need her to. Her orgasmic madness electrified him beyond belief. He had to struggle not to slam her down on the table and drill her right here in front of the whole restaurant.

He kissed her one more time, but her lips didn’t respond. She gasped and heaved so violently in his arms. He had to help her.

He cradled her head and pressed her face into his neck where she could hide. She burst into a violent fit of convulsions. She plastered her mouth to his neck and finally, at long last, let out a pathetic whimper of excruciating pleasure where only he could hear her.

She sounded so blissfully beautiful. She sounded all the better for how hard it was for her to keep quiet.

He switched off the remote and held her there until the spasms died away. His heart overflowed with love and admiration for her fortitude. She really proved her devotion to him tonight.

He kissed the side of her head and petted her hair until she composed herself enough to sit up. He poured her a glass of wine and she took a good healthy drink while he sipped his bourbon and Coke.

He slid down the bench and resumed his place. He waited until she was facing him and then he put the remote in his pocket where she would be sure to see. She looked down at his hands. She could see that they were empty.

He didn’t zap her again while they ate their meal. She needed to rest and reorient herself before the next round.

She drank another glass of wine and finally started to relax into her meal. He talked to her a little and she answered him normally, now that she didn’t have to worry about anything.

He kissed her when they left the restaurant. Then he put her hand inside his elbow and led her back to the truck.

He opened the passenger door for her and kissed her again before she got inside. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” he told her. “You performed so much better than I ever hoped. I love you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she choked. “I only want to please you.”

“You’re my good girl.” He kissed her on the forehead. “You gave me a priceless gift tonight.”

She swallowed hard. Her eyes still had a slightly terrified look when she glanced around the parking lot. He hadn’t taken the toy back. She was too smart not to realize what that meant. They weren’t done yet.

He held her hand while she climbed into her seat and then he got behind the wheel. He started the motor and started driving through town.

They stopped at a traffic light and she glanced through the window at two guys standing in front of a pharmacy. They were arguing over a bike they both wanted, and in that split second when she turned her head, he pulled the controller out of his pocket.

He hit the button and she shrieked out loud in surprise. She jumped back in the seat, but she couldn’t get away from the stimulation coming from right between her legs.

She screamed so loudly that both guys turned to look at her through the window, but at that moment, the light turned green and the man hit the gas.

She collapsed in the seat cumming like never before. She clawed at the door, at the ceiling, and at her seat. She fought her seatbelt and kicked her feet against the floor trying both to get away from the vibrations and to thrust herself down on them.

“Yeah, baby!” he yelled over at her. “Come on! Let Daddy hear you cum! Do you feel that? Do you feel how hard I’m gonna fuck you as soon as I get you home? Your ass is mine, little girl! Who owns your sweet ass?”

She raked her fingernails up her thighs and pulled up her dress so she could spread her legs. She humped the seat jerking and fighting in all directions while her screams echoed through the cab.

That sound shot a flood of scorching hot blood to the man’s cock. He reached across the seat, stabbed his hand down into her bra, and pinched her nipple between his fingers.

She screeched even louder cumming again and again, continuously. He switched the controller to a pulse and sent her into a fresh mania of choking screams and frantic contortions.

He almost blew his load on the way home. By the time he pulled into the driveway, he couldn’t take it anymore. He switched off the toy, kicked open the driver’s door, and stormed around to her side.

She didn’t stop bellowing and writhing when he turned it off. She kept fighting for air in between ripping, gut-wrenching screams.

He didn’t wait for her to get out of the truck or to pull herself together. He unlatched her seatbelt, grabbed her, and hoisted her off the seat.

He slung her over his shoulder and gave her a dozen hard smacks across the ass while he lugged her up the steps, through the front door, and into the house.

He kicked the front door shut and slid his hand between between her thighs on his way upstairs to the bedroom. Her juices covered her thighs and ass from all the orgasms she’d been having.

She tried to get off his shoulder so he smacked her hard a few more times. She screamed again and then again when he flung her down on the bed. She bounced, tried to turn around to face him, and he pounced on her in all his ravenous, throbbing need.

I got a little thrill when I glanced at Rob across the hotel reception desk.

His eyebrows lifted ever so slightly when caught me looking. Was he thinking what I was thinking or did he just notice my body language?

He finished talking to the concierge and picked up our room key. He nodded to me and we both wheeled our suitcases to the elevator. Rob pushed the Up button.

I struggled to contain my excitement while the elevator dropped steadily to the lobby floor. The elevator car hummed inside the shaft. It would be here any second.

“Behave yourself,” Rob hissed in my ear.

My head shot up. “I am!”

“You are now,” he corrected. “Make sure you stay that way.”

My cheeks flushed hot and I faced front. He did notice!

My heart skipped a beat. In a few minutes, we would drop off our luggage in the hotel room. What happened after that was anybody’s guess.

The elevator dinged and the door opened. Rob waited until I wheeled my suitcase inside. Then he followed.

We both parked our suitcases and faced front. The doors shut. We were the only two people in here.

I stared at my reflection in the polished steel doors. I didn’t look any different, but inside, I was going crazy.

Rob didn’t say anything all the way to the sixth floor. The doors opened and he waited again while I went first.

I paused in the corridor and glanced back at him. He checked the room number on the key chain and directed me to the door at the far end of the corridor. It was in the very corner of the building facing the beach.

He unlocked the door and we both went in. He set his suitcase on its base by the dresser.

I lifted mine onto the bed and unzipped it. Rob opened the glass sliding door and went out onto the balcony.

A brisk, salty wind blasted into the room. It brought the scent of the ocean, sand, seaweed, and scorching heat.

I took off my cardigan folded it into the suitcase. I kicked out of my heels and took out my flip-flops.

I unzipped my skirt and slipped it off. I took out a pair of shorts, but I didn’t put them on.

Rob came back into the room. He stripped off his suit jacket as he passed me on the way to his own suitcase.

“So…..” I began.

He stopped on a dime and cocked his eyebrow at me again. “So?”

I bit my lip trying to hold back nervous laughter. I squirmed on my bare feet. “So….do you want to have some fun?”

He stared at me and then snorted. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“Oh, come on, sweetheart! I sat still for six hours on the plane and then another hour in the cab on the way here. We’re on vacation. Why can’t we let our hair down?”

He jerked his chin at me standing there in my tank top and panties. His expression didn’t soften at all. “It looks like you already are letting your hair down.”

I sidled closer to him, pressed my body against him, and ran my hand up and down his chest. He felt so good through his shirt. “Come on, darling. I can’t help it if I’m going through a mid-life crisis.”

“You sure are.” He turned away and tossed his jacket on top of his suitcase. “All right. If it will make you sit still through dinner without trying to tear my clothes off in front of the whole restaurant, I suppose I have no choice.”

I giggled, but not very much. I asked for it and now I was going to get what I wanted.

My stomach tightened into knots. Did I just make a big mistake? I always felt this way beforehand.

He chopped his hand toward the bed. “Well? Show me what it is you want.”

I turned my back to him, bent over, planted my hands on the bed, arched my spine, and pointed my ass toward him. I waved it back and forth. “I need a spanking….please.”

He put his hands on his hips and examined me critically. “Are you sure? You look perfectly healthy to me.”

I swayed my hips even more invitingly. At least, I hoped it was inviting.

Now that I got into this position, my desire erupted. I needed him to spank me.

I needed him to show me how much he wanted me. I needed to feel how strong and in charge he was. I needed to feel how hard he was going to give it to me afterward.

I moaned out loud feeling my deepest cravings come to life. I undulated my body and my skin prickled all over for his touch.

My pussy throbbed and I felt myself getting wetter by the second. Standing in that position made me so sexy and hot. I wanted him to take me. The spanking was just the appetizer for delights yet to come.

He watched me try to tease him into doing something, but that never worked with him. He never did anything until he was good and ready.

I could wave my ass in his face all night long. I could striptease for him and stroke my body all over while he watched.

I could make myself come close to having an orgasm just from wanting him. I couldn’t stop myself and I didn’t really want to.

He stayed in control at all times no matter what I did, he stood back and watched until he decided he wanted me enough to actually do something.

That wasn’t strictly true. He loved to see me show off and try to tempt him, but he also got off on being in charge.

He got turned on from staying in control at all times. I could beg him to fuck me and he would do it in his own good time.

He would delay longer and longer just to prove that he could do it when he chose instead of because I asked.

“You really need a spanking, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Please!”

“We’ll see.” He stepped over to me and rested one mighty hand on my back.

He turned sideways and I writhed and squired more than ever now that he stood so close. He felt amazing standing there in control of my desires.

He stroked his hand up and down my spine, but he didn’t go near my panties. “Let me guess. You were sitting in a pool of your own wetness all the way from Baltimore. Weren’t you?”

“Yes!” I squeaked. He didn’t have to ask. He knew I was hot for him before we left the house.

His tone changed and his caresses on my back got wider and more tender. “You did very well sitting still the way you did. I don’t think anyone noticed besides me.”

I sobbed in ached need and rippled my spine under his constant touching. He made me so fucking wet. I needed him to fill this ravenous desire as only he could.

“You’re such a little vixen, aren’t you?” he whispered. “You’re insatiable.”

He ran his hand down my spine again, and this time, he pretended to accidentally catch the bottom hem of my tank top. He pretended to accidentally tug it up on his next sweep up to my shoulders.

I moaned out loud when his warm fingers grazed the bare skin just above my panties. My back shivered at that intense sensation.

“Mmm. That’s right,” he breathed. “Show me how much you need it.”

“Please…..” I whimpered. I arched my back and tried to catch his hand on my ass the next time he came down to my waist.

He lingered a little longer over the small of my back and I moaned in open lust.

My pussy spasmed and my wetness burned my pussy lips inside my panties. He knew he turned me on something fierce. I couldn’t live without his attention.

This time, he placed both hands on my back and circled my waist. He scooted lower to my hips. “That’s right, baby. Stick your ass in the air like you want me to fuck you. Show me what a bad girl you are. Bad girls get spankings, don’t they?”

“I’m a bad girl,” I whined. “I need a spanking so bad.”

“I can see that.” He straightened up and finally, finally, ran his hand down my ass.

I sobbed for it, but he still didn’t satisfy me. He gripped my ass cheek once and then circled it in a wide, stroking motion.

“You are such a bad girl,” he growled. “You are such a horny little vixen. You’re my vixen, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” I practically screamed. “Please spank me!”

“Hmmm. I might…..if I feel like it.” He always teased me like this. “Let me see how wet you are for me, baby. Let me see how hard it was for you to sit on this ass all the way here.”

I groaned in excruciating agony as he slipped his fingers between my ass cheeks and felt the wetness staining my panties.

“Oh, yeah, baby” he murmured. “You’re nice and wet, aren’t you? You want me to spank this ass, don’t you? You want me to light you up with my hand and make you scream.”

“Yes!” I croaked. “Please spank me.”

“Hmmm.” He thought about it again. “The rest of the guests will hear you if you scream We can’t have that.”

I shut my eyes and whimpered again. If I asked for a spanking in public, he always found a way to stop me from screaming.

Keeping quiet made it a thousand times harder, but it fed his desire for control. He loved watching me struggle to keep quiet while he let me have it ten times harder than he would at home.

“Do you think you can keep quiet?” he asked.

“Yes! Please…..”

“Don’t promise unless you can do it. If you don’t keep quiet, I won’t spank you….and you know what that means. It means no spankings for the rest of our vacation.” He cocked his head and scrutinized me. “Do you think you can do that?”

I compressed my lips trying to hold back sobs. “I….promise.”

“You better,” he warned. “Don’t make me regret this.”

I nodded, but I didn’t trust myself to answer. I stretched my hand toward the head of the bed where the pillows lay piled against the headboard.

“No,” he snapped. “You can’t have a pillow to make it easier for you. I don’t want to hear one sound from you. Do you understand? I’m putting you on your honor that you won’t make one peep. Is that clear? This is up to you. Do you think you can do that?”

I nodded.

“Excuse me?” he snapped. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes!” I blurted out. “I promise.”

He softened. “All right. If you’re sure….”

He stroked my ass again and I choked back tears. This was going to be hard. I really dug myself into a hole now. He would make the spanking extra heavy to make sure I didn’t make any noise—no noise at all, not even crying.

He lifted his hand off my ass, looped two fingers through my panties, and slowly, deliberately, exquisitely glided them down to my knees.

I shuddered as the lace grazed my thighs. I clamped my lips shut. Now that it started, I had to be extra careful not to make one single sound, not even a moan.

He stroked my bare ass a few times and purred under his breath. “Such a beautiful, spankable ass. I’m going to enjoy this.” He would, but I wasn’t sure if I would.

His hand lifted off and I braced myself for the first hit, but it didn’t come.

He adjusted something somewhere, but I didn’t see. I kept my eyes closed and trembled on the verge of insanity.

I couldn’t be certain I wouldn’t cum when he started spanking me. Then again, I might burst into tears. Anything could happen.

He kept his other hand on my back to steady me and to stop me from jumping around once he started.

I waited, but nothing happened. He kept doing whatever other thing he was doing until, out of nowhere, WHAM!

Stinging pain shot through me. I gasped and almost screamed before I caught myself.

The next second, he rubbed the sore spot and sent blissful pleasure flooding through me.

I was just starting to relax again when WHAM! He spanked a lot harder this time and I gritted my teeth.

Tears sprang to my eyes, but at the same time, a surge of endorphins took over and I dropped into a different mental place.

I turned into a wild animal who craved this. I needed to feel him spanking me in this luscious, carnal way that told me he was going to fuck me like an animal later.

WHAM! His hand came down and I leaned back into it. I bared my teeth and snarled in the primal delicious revelation of this brutal moment. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

He let himself get into it and spanked hard. He smacked my ass from one cheek to the other and I snarled to myself.

My hair scattered over my face. I wasn’t in any danger of screaming or even crying. I loved it. I felt like I was having sex and the pleasure reached an epic peak.

He lowered his strikes to my thighs and smacked on the crease of my ass. The impact traveled up my spine and I climaxed. I gasped again, but I couldn’t scream.

I went into a trance spinning out of control. This was beyond delicious and so impossibly erotic.

“That’s right, baby,” he rasped through gritted teeth. “That’s my bad girl. That’s my hot little vixen. Take it like a bad girl. Take it nice and hard. Good girl. You take it so well. You’re so hot, aren’t you? Does that make you wet? Do you feel that? Does it hurt, baby?”

It did hurt. The sting escalated to a breaking point. I couldn’t take it anymore, but I kept orgasming.

The intense pain and the feeling of him striking my body this way penetrated me in ways sex never could. It affected me on the inside where I couldn’t hide from him.

He spanked me raw and then went back to stroking. My skin burned. His palm dragging over the handprints stung even worse, but it also felt incredibly good. The spanking released something in me and let me feel what I couldn’t feel any other way.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “That is so fucking hot, baby. Your ass is all bright red from my hand. Mmmm. You look good enough for me to fuck you right now.”

I whimpered under my breath, but I didn’t dare to speak until he told me I could.

He gave me one more tender caress. “Not now, though. Maybe later.”

He pulled my panties up and I got another stab of pain when he positioned them over my smarting ass. He lifted me up to stand straight in front of him.

He cupped my cheeks and kissed me. Now he would walk away and leave me stewing in this ferment of raging desire.

He would make me squirm and fantasize for the rest of the day and probably some of the night before he got around to satisfying me and himself.

He would watch me fidget for hours and he would get turned on knowing he made me that hot.

He would enjoy knowing that I was ready to fall into his arms and cum all over him the moment he decided to. That was his way.

“You’re a good girl for keeping quiet,” he told me. “I’m proud of you.”

I choked trying to get my throat working. “Thank you…so much.”

“You’re welcome. If you want a spanking, you only have to ask nicely.”

I nodded, too overwrought to speak.

He jutted his chin toward the bed. “Put your shorts on. We’ll take a walk out to the beach before dinner. Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He turned toward his own suitcase and started unbuttoning his shirt. Now I had to watch him undress knowing that he wouldn’t touch me again until long after dinner. Tonight was going to be a very, very long evening.

I have nothing else to do, so I'm going to post some random fiction pieces I have written. I hope you like them.

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I step into Your hotel room and smile up at You. You’re smiling, too, and my heart skips a beat when I see You. You say, “Hi,” and I say, “Good morning, Sir.”

I put my handbag on the floor by the door and kick off my shoes and socks before I turn to face You. We’re both smiling a lot and You come toward me. Your eyes are shining when You cup my cheeks in Your hands. “You look beautiful.”

I blush, but You won’t let me look away. “Thank you, Sir.”

I don’t know what to do or say. I’m already having trouble breathing, I’m so nervous, but You bend in and kiss me. I’m expecting a short peck, but that kiss turns into something much longer and much, much deeper.

Your lips consume my mouth and I melt into You. I feel Your tongue all over me as You pull me into Your mouth. I start to pant as Your kisses become more insistent and devouring. Your tongue is lighting me on fire and my pussy aches. Your teeth nick my lips and Your fingers slide into my hair. You steer my mouth from side to side and I gasp as I’m nearing the breaking point.

You pull me against You and Your other hand clamps on my ass. My body dissolves in Your grasp and I feel how wet I am when You pry my ass cheeks apart.

I start to whine in Your mouth, but You push me away and make me stand before You. You’re smiling down at me as You comb my hair back into place and stroke my cheeks. Your eyes make me breathless and I feel myself quaking.

“Are you ready to begin the inspection, baby?” You ask.

I have to gulp before I can speak. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want me to inspect your body, baby?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice breaks, but I can’t control it. I want You so bad that I can’t stand it. My body spasms with quick, short orgasms just from standing before You.

Your sharp eyes dip to my body. I can’t hide from You how intense this feels. “Take your clothes off for me, baby.”

I get busy pulling my dress over my head, unclipping my bra, and stepping out of my panties. I drop everything in a pile on top of my shoes, but when I stand up naked before You, I can’t look at You. I keep my eyes down, but I still feel You watching me.

My body shakes. I can’t stop it. I want You to touch me, but I feel You touching me even when You don’t.

You stand there not moving for a minute. I keep gasping and sometimes whimpering, this feeling is so intense.

You slowly walk around me and come back to the same place. “You have a beautiful body, baby. I’m going to so enjoy touching you and inspecting you and making you mine.”

“Yes, Sir,” I squeak. “Thank you, Sir.”

You wait another long, silent moment just looking at me. I’m getting more overwrought with every passing minute and I can’t keep still. I feel You touching me and I feel myself building up to explode. I can’t stop the spontaneous orgasms setting me off all the time.

“Do you feel me touching you, baby?”

Your voice drives me wild and I wince as another spontaneous orgasms hits me. My voice strains and I struggle to make myself heard. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you feel me playing with your nipples right now?”

“Yes, Sir.” This ends in a whine and I double over trying to contain all this energy tearing me apart.

“Do you feel my fingers between your wet pussy lips, baby? Do you feel me rubbing your clit and making you cum for me?”

“Yes, Sir!” I moan. “I need you so bad.”

“You want to give your body to me, don’t you, baby?”

“More than anything, Sir!” I feel like I’m going to cry, I want You so bad.

You watch me shake for a minute. “Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

“Sir…..” Every other word ends in a moan or a whine. “Sir……I…….”

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Sir…..I can’t…..I can’t stop it……”

“I don’t want you to stop it, baby. I want you to cum for me. You know your cum belongs to me, don’t you, babygirl?”

“Sir……..” I can’t stop shaking and moaning. Your eyes hurt to look at, but I can’t look away.

You lean in and kiss me on the forehead. “Kneel before me, baby. Show me that you’re mine.”

I lower myself to my knees at Your feet. I can’t stop shaking, but now that I’m kneeling, I start to calm down.

All at once, You seize a fistful of my hair and yank my head back hard. I cry out when You wrench my head up to gaze into Your eyes. “You’re mine, baby,” You growl. “You understand? You’re mine!”

“Master!” I squeal. “Please…..”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please……I need you…….”

“You’re already mine, baby.” You release my hair and stroke my cheek as You straighten me up. I can’t stop whimpering and I squirm on my knees. You turn me on so much.

You stand before me with Your cock at the level of my face. I can see that You’re already hard and I know where this is going. The sight of You so hard makes me cower before You. I want You so bad. I want to be small and vulnerable at Your feet.

“I’m going to inspect you now, baby,” You say. “Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir,” I croak.

“Good girl.”

You start walking around me again and I keep my eyes down. I don’t know what You’ll do first and my body feels raw just from You looking at it.

You start dragging your fingertips over my shoulder and I spasm again when you cross the sensitive skin at the base of my neck. I keep twitching as You gently stroke down my back and up to my other shoulder.

You walk around in front of me still barely grazing Your fingers on my skin. I gasp at the intensity of Your touch. I can’t look at You.

You stop in front of me and I come face to face with Your cock throbbing hard behind Your zipper. “Unbuckle my belt, little girl.”

I pull the tongue out of the buckle. Your cock is calling to me under Your fly and it strains when I unfasten Your belt.

“Unzip me.”

I can’t look up. Your cock cows me before You. I’m a slave to your cock and every part of me aches for it.

I slide the zipper down and wait for You to say something else.

“You want my cock, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Sir,” I half-whisper to Your cock.

“What do you say?”

“Please, Sir,” I gasp. “Please may I worship Your cock?”

You pull Your fly open and push Your pants down. You pull Your cock out and hold it in front of me. “Is this what you want, little girl?”

“Yes, Sir.” I can’t speak above a whisper. The feelings going through me right now feel like I’m drowning.

“Beg me for it.”

I bow my head against Your thigh and hold onto Your leg. I close my eyes and let myself sink into this feeling like I can’t live without You in my mouth. “Please, Sir!” I moan. “Please, I need Your cock so bad. Please, Sir, I’ll be a good girl for You, I swear. Please let me worship Your cock. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything? Are you sure?”

“Yes, Sir! Please make me Yours.”

“Would you be my slave if I let you suck this?”

“Yes, Sir! I worship you!”

“Look at me, little girl.”

It takes all my willpower to look up at You. I make it halfway there when You cup my chin and raise my face the rest of the way. I drown in your eyes owning me from so high above. I can’t see Your cock anymore, but Your eyes own me so much more.

“Who do you belong to, little girl?”

“You, Master!” I moan. “Only you.”

“Whose slave are you?”

“Yours, Master. Your slave.”

“Good girl.” You bend down and kiss me on the mouth. Your tongue trails out of my mouth way too soon. “You may worship my cock.”

You straighten up, but You don’t let go of my head. You guide Your cock to my mouth and I sink onto it so happy, so happy and relieved and blissful that I can finally worship You the way I need to.

You keep your fingers in my hair stroking into my mouth. I surround the head with my tongue getting it wet and working my lips down the shaft. “Good girl,” You whisper to me. “That’s my good girl. Yeah. That feels so good. Your mouth is so fucking hot.”

I love hearing You talk to me like this. I let the feeling of worshiping You flood over me. I don’t want to be anywhere else.

I relax into Your guidance and my mouth relaxes the deeper You stroke. Your breathing shortens and becomes strained while You keep talking to me.

“Suck that cock, little girl. That’s right. You love that cock in your mouth, don’t you? You want my cum in your mouth, don’t you? Oh, fuck yeah. You suck it so fucking good, baby. You know you love it. That’s right. Fuck.”

I hold onto Your legs letting You take my mouth. You feel so fucking big and strong in my mouth. I love You guiding me down on it and owning my throat. I can’t get enough of it, but all too soon, You pull it out.

A trail of saliva and pre-cum stretches between my lips and Your head. You rub the head across my lips and I slither my tongue around it. I love tasting You and feeling how fucking hard You are. The skin is taut over the distended veins and Your fingers around the base make it even stiffer.

“Good girl,” You growl down at me. “That’s my good girl. Your mouth is incredible, baby. You suck me so fucking good.”

“Master!” I moan.

You finally pull it back and leave me kneeling there. My heart is overflowing with so much emotion I don’t know what to do with myself.

You step back and put Your cock back in Your pants. You zip up, but instead of buckling Your belt, You pull it out of the loops and take it off. I gulp when You lay the belt on the bed where You can reach it. I shudder when I think about what You might do with it.

You straightened up. “Stand for me, little girl.”

I stand up still keeping my eyes down. I rub my arms feeling nervous again.

You slip Your fingers into my hair, raise my head to look into my eyes, and kiss me. I whine in agony when You flick Your flat fingertips across my erect nipples. I double over in another orgasm, but You won’t stop kissing me.

Your lips and tongue hold me in place and I can’t stop moaning in Your mouth as Your flicks get more insistent. You pinch my nipples between the flat edges of Your fingertips and roll them back and forth.

I can’t stop convulsing in Your hands and I can’t kiss You anymore. My lips don’t respond. I hold onto Your shoulders quaking and trembling.

Without warning, You let go of my nipple and plunge Your fingers between my legs. I scream when you slid them into my pussy and my body crunches over. I collapse on Your shoulder as my hips pump into Your fingers. I can’t stop screaming as body-shaking orgasms tear me apart.

I hear You talking in my ear, but I can’t understand over my own screams. I’m not even finished when You pull Your fingers out and push me up.

I keep crying and sobbing as You flick Your hands across my nipples. You rub Your palms against my nipples to make them roll on Your warm skin. I can’t keep still. I squirm and writhe, but You stand off and watch me fall apart in front of You.

You finally murmur under Your breath and step away. You walk around behind me and I scream again when You kiss the skin between my shoulder and the base of my neck. I feel like I’m going to collapse from this intense sensation racing through me.

You keep kissing across my back and shoulders while I calm down, but Your kisses make me tense and sensitive. Every nerve feels like it’s on fire and the slightest touch sets me off.

You whisper to me from behind. “Kneel, baby.”

I go down on my knees not daring to think about what happens next. You stroke my hair and pet my cheeks for a minute while I settle down, but You don’t come around in front of me again. You stay behind me.

You push me forward by the shoulders. “Stretch out with your arms above your head and your ass in the air. Let me see you present yourself to me.”

I do as You ask and lay my torso on the floor with my arms extended over my head. I spread my knees and arch my back to push my ass up.

You run your hands over my hips and ass, up to my waist, and back down. “Fuck, you are so beautiful, babygirl,” You murmur to me. “Your ass is so fucking beautiful.”

You kiss one of my ass cheeks and run Your hands down to my thighs. You caress your fingertips up between my legs and feel how wet I am. My juices are running down my legs and my pussy throbs and twitches when You graze my pussy lips.

“That’s so good, baby,” you tell me. “You’re so fucking wet.”

You kiss closer to my crack and then Your hot tongue lashes into my pussy. I yelp and then You’re devouring me in deep, penetrating licks. I squeal and squirm while You eat me out. Your fingers delve into my pussy and I start screaming again. I can’t stop cumming on your mouth as your fingers own every inch of me.

You murmur to me from behind my ass. You pull me back into Your face and Your stubble scratches my thighs and pussy until I can’t stop screaming. I keep thrashing in endless waves of orgasm, but You hold me in place while You finish eating me out to Your heart’s delight.

You lean back and sigh again. “You taste so immaculate, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”

Your fingers keep screwing into my pussy and setting off explosive orgasms. I can’t stop it and I can’t talk. I can’t take this. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.

You lick my asshole while You finger me and then Your fingers plow into my ass hard. I scream again, and when I jerk against Your hold, I spike into another explosive tidal wave of dozens of orgasms. I scream feeling You break me in half. I want Your cock so bad, but I can’t form the words to beg You for it.

I don’t know what to do when You kneel up behind me and rip Your pants open. I can’t stop crying as You stroke Your shaft between my dripping pussy lips. “You want this, don’t you, babygirl? You want me to fuck this sweet, hot pussy of yours.”

I scream again as your cock strokes next to my clit. My juices smear down the shaft and I go out of my mind with all these orgasms cascading through me so fast.

Out of nowhere, You smack Your hand hard across my ass and make me jump. “I asked you a question, little girl. You want my cock, don’t you? You want me to fuck this pussy like I own it?”

“Yes, Sir!” I scream. “Please……please, fuck me……Sir! I need your cock so bad.”

“Do you feel how hard you make me, baby?” You keep running your shaft against my clit and making me scream.

“Yes!” I shriek. “Yes!”

“Who owns this pussy?” You jam Your head right against my box, but You don’t push inside.

“You do, Sir!” I screech. “You own my pussy! Please…..”

“Good girl. You remember who owns you.” You finally glide in through my wetness and I can’t talk anymore. I’m going out of my mind.

You grab my hips and stroke in hard. I scream and corkscrew my hips back on it falling into an abyss of so much pleasure I can’t survive this, but You only keep it up for a few minutes before You pull out.

“Mmmm,” you murmur. “So fucking hot and wet. You’re such a good girl. You’re Daddy’s little girl, aren’t you?”

I choke on moans. I can’t talk.

You lean back on Your heels and rub my upturned ass a few more times. “Turn over onto your back, baby.”

I can’t stop moaning as I turn over. I sit down on the carpet and You pull me toward you. You pull my legs on either side of Your hips and You lean forward onto Your arms with Your cock between my spread thighs.

You kiss me and guide Your cock into my pussy, but you don’t enter. You start stroking between my swollen pussy lips again. My juices cover Your shaft and every stroke makes my eyes roll back in my head as each surge of ecstasy follows another.

You tear off my lips and drill Your eyes into me. “Who’s your Daddy, baby?”

“Daddy……” I gasp.

“That’s right, babygirl. You’re Daddy’s girl.”

I claw at Your sides trying to pull You into me. I grab Your ass, but You won’t come in. I keep spinning out in oceanic orgasms that sweep over me with every stroke of Your powerful cock.

“Look at me, baby,” You tell me.

I try to hold Your gaze, but I keep blurring out as each successive wave destroys my mind.

“Look at me, baby,” You say again. “Look at Daddy.”

I drown in Your eyes, but only until the next stroke blasts me apart. I have to fight to make it back to Your eyes.

“Who fucks you, baby?” You ask.

My mouth forms the word, You, but I can’t make a sound.

“Who owns you?”

Daddy. Master.

You start kissing me and Your cock drills into me. I can’t think anymore. I’m not here anymore. I’m somewhere far away in a world of power and delicious pleasure that won’t let me come back to Earth.

I feel You picking up speed and I can’t kiss You anymore. I break off Your mouth and start screaming as You blast me to pieces. I hide against Your chest as Your arms surround me. You crush me in Your grip driving in hard.

You snarl into my ear and I hear You roaring at me. I hear You giving me commands to cum for You, to belong to You. I hear You calling me Your fuckbitch and Your whore. Your fingers tighten around my throat and my hot juices gush around Your cock as You fuck me out of my mind.

All of a sudden, Your teeth sink into my neck and You thrust in hard. Your cock spasms inside my pussy and Your cum floods me. I can’t stop screaming as You stroke the last drops of cum into me.