The next drawer had old drawings, sketches of beautiful women, most not wearing any clothes at all. I blush and close that, going to the bedside table. My hand reaches for the nob to pull it open, but I hesitate. Eric didn't warn me away from any of the drawers, but bedside tables are always the most private. I take a deep breath and open it slowly.
Inside of the small drawer is a pile of photos, strewn about haphazardly. The top few were normal, more of the beautiful women like the ones he sketched. They look like vacation photos, one with the Eiffel Tower in the background and the other posing with a group of Asian men. The deeper I go into the pile, though, the weirder the photos became. Now they were in the hotel, on beds and in strange positions.
In this one, the photographer is on the ground, looking up a woman's skirt. She's not wearing any panties. And in this, she's spread eagle and naked, her vagina on display for the camera. Something milky and white is leaking from her hole. I blush and go to the next one, with the woman now on her hands and knees, with a large dildo in her asshole and a smaller one in her cunt.
I feel my whole body get warm, and my own vagina is especially hot. Wet too. Without even realizing, I slip a hand under my skirt and press my fingers against my clitoris. I close my eyes and let out a slow moan.
This photo has a woman, bound and sitting on a chair. And in this, she has her ass in the air and her face smooshed on the floor. There are welts on her skin, one in the shape of a hand. The photographer is showing off his cock buried deep in her ass.
I press my hand against my cunt harder now. I dig for another photo. It's the same woman as before, but now she is in a maid uniform. I reach for the next, turned on that she might have been his maid, but instead my hand finds something that feels like leather. Opening the drawer wider, I peer in and find sex toys.
Whips, collars, ball gags and enough different kinds of dildos and vibrators to keep an orgy going for days.
The floor shift and I whip around. Behind me is Eric. My kneels feel weak, and even though I don't want to, I move my hand away from my cunt and shut the drawer. It's no use though. He found me.
“I see you've found my toys,” he says. He doesn't seem angry or concerned, but amused. And from the way his pants are tenting, he's also turned on. He comes nearer to me and grabs my arm, pulling me close to him. His body is warm as he holds me close, his aftershave tickling my nose. “Now, I'm going to use them on you.”
“N-no!” I cry, though it's not convincing. I want to be used by him, but then I don't, all at once. My heart is racing, as if I am a rabbit and this man is a wolf. He's had me in his sight all along. I was always meant to be his prey. “Please let me go!”
Eric clucks his tongue. The hand that isn't holding my arm reaching around to the small of my back. It takes the zipper for my dress and slowly lowers it as I struggle to get away. Once open, he slips a hand through the slit and over my ass cheeks, grabbing one and squeezing it. Shocked, I whip my hand up to slap him, but he's too quick for me. With a strong shove, I am on the ground.
Looking up at him in fear, I notice his face is flush. He's angry, and he's horny, and I resisted. I look down and see that my skirt is flipped up, revealing my panties. His eyes are right on my cunt. He licks his lips.
“Look at you. You're wet, and you're trying to refuse me?” He moves over to the drawer and takes out a photo, then grabs my hair and tugs my head back. “Look at her,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. He shoves the photo in front of my face. It shows a woman bound by handcuffs, her cunt stuffed with a dildo and whip marks on her back.
Suddenly he drops the photo and feels up my pussy, his hand presses hard against my slit. “You're so wet. You want to be used like a slut.”
Still holding my hair, he tugs my dress off my shoulders. He pulls me up, and my dress falls to the floor. I'm covered with goosebumps as he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, which is unceremoniously tossed to the side.
He steps back, finally letting go of my hair and admires my breasts. His hands knead my fleshy orbs before he bends over. Hot hot tongue flicks over one of my nipples, which causes me to moan. I try to push away from him, but his arm wraps around my back to stop me from moving. His other hand slips down to my pussy, spreading my lips apart and pressing against my clit, making me squirm and pant.
Turning me around, he tugs both of my arms behind me and, removing his belt from his pants, ties them together tightly, then removes my panties. He rubs my ass cheek again. And then WHACK, he slaps my ass hard. WHACK, again, and tears sting my eyes. I try to pull away.
“Please, stop hitting me!”
He pulls me close, my ass rubbing against his erection. His hand rests on my stomach, then slowly slides down my pelvis and between my legs. He rubs my clitoris again, until I'm moaning and squirming against him.
He slaps my pussy. My legs instinctively spread and my ass bucks back as I gasp in pain. His other hand spreads my cunt lips, and then he slaps me again, hitting me right on my sensitive nub. It's both painful and pleasurable.
I start to whimper and pout as a tear falls to my chin. He slaps my pussy again and again, until it's throbbing and red. My clit is so sensitive.
One last slap against it, and finally I cry out, and orgasm making my knees weak. I almost fall to the floor, but Eric holds me up, pressing his erection between my ass cheeks as I squirm and twitch against him.
Eric pulls me over to the bed, where he forces my torso down and smashes my face into the bed sheets. My ass is high in the air, but I am still to weak from orgasm to move. He goes to his drawer filled with toys and brings back to me a whip and a small vibrator.
I feel the rubbery tip of the vibrator against my hole. I hear a click, and then buzzing as the little toy comes to life against my slick cunt. I know I'm dripping onto his bed sheets, soiling them with my juices. Eric rubs the toy against my slit to make it slick, and I buck my ass up in response. It feels soooo good.
The tip of the plaything nestles itself right up against my hole, which is still small and tight. It moves into me so slowly that I almost don't feel it at all, until I do. It slides into me, the buzzing making me twitch with pleasure.
Eric then steps to the other side of the bed, in front of me, so that I can watch as he removes his pants and his underwear. For the first time, I see his penis. It's huge! Oh god, I don't think that thing will fit in me!
He wraps his hand around his cock, moving it up and down the shaft. Watching him jack off while a vibrator is in me is driving me wild. I moan and try to move towards him, but when he notices he drops his cock and picks up the whip.
Moving behind me, I try to turn around. CRACK! The whip hits my flesh. A gasp catches in my throat and my eyes are wide as saucers.
“Did anyone tell you to move, whore?” Another crack against my ass, and I understand now. I'm to do nothing unless Eric tells me to. Tears stream down my face, but it's more from the pleasure than the pain. I try to keep from moving, even though I feel like I might scream if I don't.
Eric removes the vibrator from my cunt, and without any warning pounds his monster of a cock into me. Losing my virginity, I scream in pain, my hands gripping the bedsheets. I gnash my teeth and fall forward, my face once against smashed into the bed. His cock hits my cervix, and I see stars. “Oh god it hurts it hurts, no, no, no! YESSSSS!” I scream, my words turning to gibberish as Eric fucks me hard.
He pulls out and then slams back into me, his cock again hitting my cervix. He moves hard and fast, occasionally slowing down so that he can slap my ass or spread my ass cheeks.
Mr. Ampora continues to pound my pussy, my juices collecting on his pubic hair and his balls slapping against my clit. The more he fucks me, the better it becomes for me. My moans are non-stop now, and my first real orgasm is building up. I can feel every muscle in my body tensing up in preparation for this huge release.
His cock buries itself in my womb, and with each thrust I hear Eric's manly grunt. He bends over and switches to short s
trokes while he manipulates my breasts, which are swinging below me freely.
Without notice, taking me completely by surprise, the flood gates open. My pussy spasms and my clitoris twitches as my orgasm courses through every muscle in my body. If Eric weren't holding me up so that he could push his cock deeper into me, I would have fallen from my weak knees.
Eric's grunts were getting louder and more frequent, and I guessed that he was getting close. Without warning, he pulls me up by my hair and throws me to the ground, my ass up high and my face in the carpet. With a POP, his cock is in me again, drilling me hard and fast as he pushes himself closer and closer to release. With one large roar, his balls tighten up with one last slap against my clit, releasing his hot spunk into my womb. He keeps pumping me until he's spent, pulling his thick but flaccid cock from my slit.
Pulling me up by my hair again, this time to my feet, he looks me straight in the eye. “I am going to give you enough money to pay for college and to keep you healthy and happy. You will work out, and you will come here when I tell you to. And if I do have you come here, you will come prepared to clean naked for me to watch. Is that understood?”
I thought for a moment, still in a daze from my orgasm. He gave me a light slap in the face, and I nodded. “Yes. I can do that.”
Master's Obedient Toy
Obeying My Master
Dalia Daudelin
Beautiful Jane sits absolutely still in the hallway, facing the corner. In the other room she hears the TV and the sudden pop and hiss of a beer can being opened. The man she loves has put her here, and because she loves him she does as she is told. Because she is absolutely devoted to him, instead of sitting on his lap she is naked, in the corner, being punished for talking back to her Master. She's forbidden from moving anything but her head.
Jane has been instructed to keep her back perfectly straight and her ass cheeks clenched tight. This is a new punishment for her, and oh they truly must be tight. Her Master has placed a quarter right in her crack and she must not let it drop or her punishment will be more severe.
To add to this, the corner is right next to the vent. It's leaving her silky skin dewy with sweat. Not only that, but it's harder for her to focus as her body overheats. She considers, for just a second, standing up and running, whining, to her Master. Surely the spanking she'll receive can't be worse than this.
But, oh, having experienced one of Master's spankings, Jane can surely say it will be. The way that man cracks his rough hands against her ass cheeks, spreading them wide so that not one inch of her skin goes without a slap left her a whimpering mess even before she was flipped over. Her pussy was pulled open, and her clit was slapped. Not as hard as her ass was, but still hard enough to make her sore for days.
Ever since that punishment, she has done her best not to yell at her Master in public, though her temper can be hard to control. That time, Master had stuck his hand down her shirt and fondled her breast in front of his friend. The invasion was sudden and had been too embarrassing for her to endure.
Now, though, Jane knows better. Her body has been explored and touched in ways that she has never let another man do. She has surrendered to him, completely.
Three knocks at the front door nearly makes Jane lose her concentration. She whips her head to look at the barrier between her naked body and the sudden guest. The quarter slips down her crack a bit as her mind races. Should I answer it? Will Master answer it?
She can just barely hear her Master rise from the couch. She watches him as he passes by the hallway, pausing for just a second to make sure she's stayed in place. He gives her a satisfied smile before continuing to the door.
Murmuring passes through the vents, two male voices, but Jane can't make out what Master is saying to the guest. The front door closes, and two pairs of footsteps can be heard coming back towards the hall.
Master stops again, checking on her. Behind him is a tall man, a few inches taller than Master. His hair is dark and long. Both men look at her, smiling. Master raises his eyebrows at the new man, who nods in appreciation before they continue past the hallway into the room with the TV.
Jane realizes she's been holding her breath. She lets it out, slowly, before breathing in again. Another man has just seen her naked. Master was the first man to see her naked. He took Jane's virginity, so having new eyes on her is both thrilling and scary. What's this new man doing here? Why dad Master let him see me? She focuses her attention back on her task.
Her hair is loose, long and wild. Master told me to put makeup on today. Was it before he knew this man would be visiting?
“Pet, drop the quarter and come.”
The quarter falls from her ass and clatters against the floor. Jane positions herself on all fours, bowing her head. Slowly, she crawls down the hallway, her knees sore from the hard wooden floors, into the TV room. There, her Master is waiting for her with the guest. Master is sitting with his friend on the leather couch, each one holding a beer and watching her.
Jane crawls until she is in front of her Master's legs, her eyes on the floor, waiting for his orders. Both of the men are silent, watching, humiliating her with their gaze. She can feel her pussy getting wetter from the attention. This room is much cooler than the corner, and the cold air makes her nipples raise.
“What are you doing? Straighten your back, we need somewhere to put our beers.”
Jane moves so that she can act as their table, straightening her back. Poor Jane's pussy is sopping wet, her tits hanging, reaching for the floor. The beers are freezing cold on her back, but she doesn't move a muscle. She doesn't want to spill the drinks. She wants to impress this new friend.
“She's fucking hot,” the guest says.
Her Master nods. “Whore, you'll be servicing my friend today, in any way he likes. Is that understood?”
Staying perfectly still, Jane answers, “Yes, Master. Of course.”
“Whore, go to the kitchen.”
The men take their drinks from her back. The sweat from the cans have left rings of water that drip down her side as she crawls into the kitchen. Both men follow behind her, watching her ass as it sways back and forth. The guest comments on how wet she looks.
“Yes, she's always ready for a big dick. Aren't you, Pet?”
“I am always ready for a dick, Master!” Jane replies. She smiles, because it's absolutely true.
The kitchen tile is cold and hard against her knees, but she knows better than to stop or whine. Jane feels embarrassed being watched by these two men, but it's also a turn on to have their eyes trained on her cunt. Even though Master tells her how beautiful she is, she never really believes it unless someone is drooling over her. She's usually ashamed of her hips and thighs and her stomach that jiggles just a little too much, but Master shows her just how much he loves her body whenever he can.
“Face us and kneel.” Her Master's commanding voice is like music to Jane's ears. Hoping her face isn't too red, she faces the handsome guest and her gorgeous Master. She kneels and places her hands behind her back, the way she was trained to do. Her back arches, showing off her perfectly perky tits.
“Look at her nipples,” the guest marvels. “They're already hard!”
“Yep. Go on, John. Feel them. Touch her. She's yours, so long as you don't cum in her.”
Quivering, Jane waits as John bends over and looks her in the eyes. He seems to be a kind man when you look past the lust. He smiles as his hand reaches out and grabs her breast, lifting it up and letting it drop again. His fingers lightly graze against her skin, teasing around her nipple in circles before finally pinching it. The pinch makes her moan.
Jane looks up at him through her eyelashes, not wanting to offend him by looking at him too boldly. He looks nothing like her Master, but still gorgeous in his own way. Letting this man touch her, the feeling of his soft hands against her skin is heavenly. He explores her body the same way that her Master once did when they first met. He's exploring her with wonder, likes she is a p
iece of art that must be felt and manipulated to be truly experienced.
She knows that tonight, she will be used by this man. She's never allowed someone other than her Master have her. In fact, Jane was once known as a frigid bitch, because she was hard to bed. The idea of letting have a second man take her is thrilling and terrifying all at once. It makes her head swim like she's drunk off of him. I hope I can live up to his expectations.
Of course, it doesn't matter if she approves of the situation or not. Her Master calls the shots, and the way he's touching himself while he watches John suck her nipple into his mouth is a clear sign that he likes this arrangement. His hand slips into his pants.
She tries to relax, but each time the man touches a new patch of her skin, goosebumps rise on her flesh. Just being touched by him is making her heart beat faster, her breath move quicker. She gasps and flinches when John bites her nipple just a bit too hard.
Master moves behind her, watching the man touch his toy, her love, with passionate lust. He runs his fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp. She moans, and with a sudden yank he pulls her hair roughly, forcing her onto all fours again. Master pulls poor Jane around the kitchen while John watches, curious at the display of pure power over this woman. Jane crawls after her master, gasping from the pain.
He stops and looks to John. Jane's hair is still being gripped by his hands as a tear falls down her face. “Do you want this whore to suck you off?”
John glances at beautiful Jane. His cock is already struggling against his pants, which he answers with a grope. “Yeah. Hell yeah!”
Master yanks Jane over to the guest. She cries out in pain as he pulls her up to her knees, making her kneel in front of John, whose hands seem to be shaking with anticipation. He licks his bottom lip.
Master sits down in one of the kitchen chairs, leaning back lazily as he watches the two move closer to one another. John is as nervous as Jane is. He gently caresses Jane's head, running his fingers through her hair and soothing her aching scalp.
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