Harder? He thought he had been quite cruel already with the strength of what he had dealt out, but he obliged and mustered all the strength he could to indeed, strike her harder. After a few more of these, she was groaning with sounds of absolute ecstasy. She struggled to turn her head to the side as she now suggested another course of action. “Keep hitting the same place,” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes closed, quite clearly lost in the moment of what he was doing. Puzzled by her request, Charles looked down at the reddening glow of her perfect ass. Would that much torturing the same place of skin over and over really enhance the feeling? He surmised it must, if that’s what she’d requested. Lightening his spanking, he brought his hand down on a particularly red part of her rear. She let out a low growl and ground her hips to his. Each time he hit the same place, it elicited the same reaction. In fact, her writhing on him was driving him to distraction, he was painfully hard now, and carrying out this new act was only serving to make him harder. By this stage in any sexual act with a naked woman in front of him, he would usually have climaxed at least once. Had carnal knowledge of her, kissed her, maybe had some sort of conversation even, but this experience was entirely different. She was here for his pleasure, had presented herself for just that purpose, and although she was clearly experiencing pleasure too, he had a feeling it wouldn’t have been quite the same if she thought he wasn’t relishing the experience.
Rubbing her tortured flesh firmly with both hands, he kneaded and caressed, figuring this would both serve to sooth and hurt a little too, due to the over-sensitivity of her flesh. She yelped when he rubbed her hard, but he started to enjoy her discomfort. She was making him ache, so she deserved some pain too. As she lay there, the unmistakable scent of her excitement reached his nostrils. There was no doubt that she was deeply enjoying everything he was doing to her, and so, he slid his hand between her cheeks, spread her sex wide, and dipped a finger inside her. He was stunned at how wet she had become. She parted her thighs wider to allow him greater access, pushing herself back urgently onto him.
Quickly withdrawing his hand from her, he held her tightly to him with his left arm, limiting the range of her movement. Waiting a few moments, he spread her again, sliding two fingers inside her now, and pushing her head into the soft seat cushion to muffle her cries. Twisting and wriggling his fingers inside her, her hips responded by swaying, trying to feel every last inch of him. Pulling out once more, he eventually slid three fingers deep into her. She let out a prolonged keening sound as he slowly pushed them in completely and then started to fuck her with them. Her muscles contracted around him, clenching over his fingers as he excruciatingly slowly slipped in and out, her wetness increasing significantly with each movement.
Remaining inside her, he dropped his thumb to her clit. Exhaling with awe, he couldn’t believe the sheer size of what he was feeling. He pressed hard against the protruding bud and her hips bucked wildly in reaction, the pitch of her cries soaring with feral abandon.
Charles desperately wanted to sink himself deep within her, but the guilt he felt, even as he thought only momentarily about it, cooled his ardor. Instead he turned his mind to the writhing creature beneath his fingers. His touch now feather light, he glided his thumb gently across her nub, drawing lazy circles across it. Curling his index finger inside her, he smiled wickedly as within seconds, he had found her G-spot. She whimpered as he teased inside and out in tandem.
Sensing she was close to climax, he quickened the intensity of his probing, desiring that she come hard very soon. He wanted her relaxed and pliable for the burgeoning idea that was forming slowly in his mind. He wanted to feel her close to him, wrapped around him, wanted to leave her dripping with him, and there was only one way he could think of fulfilling that desire and assuaging his guilt.
As he twisted and massaged his fingers in her moist cavern one last time, she screamed out with the release as she came over his hand. Her body shook with pleasure, and she gushed yet more of her sweet juices over his invading fingers. When he thought she had finished her rapture, he slowly withdrew from her and lifted his hand to his lips, tasting her, savoring her; she was delicious. He decided in that moment, that one way or another, he would take his pleasure from her that evening.
Chapter 5
Louise mewled as she slithered from his lap and back onto her knees before him. She looked up at him with glassy eyes, something that Charles found wholly unnerving. Was she so drunk she didn’t know what she was doing? Was she going to report him for rape the next day? But he hadn’t had sex with her. Yet. He was still struggling with the implications of the joining of their bodies, and he was definitely not looking for an affair, a girlfriend, a mistress...
No. She definitely wasn’t drunk, he had watched her at the party downstairs, and she had diligently kept to soft drinks, much to the annoyance of the men swarming around her, and she had been completely coherent when she had knocked on his door. That wasn’t it at all. Maybe he had pushed her too far? But before he could ponder that question, his thoughts were ripped rudely back to the present as he realized she had started to unzip his trousers. His hand went instinctively to stop her, and she paused as she looked up at him, with an expression that had the similarity of a begging animal. Relaxing his grip, he tipped his head to one side enquiringly, trying to read her intent. He didn’t think she was going to climb on top of him, and anyway, he was considerably stronger than her. He could always put a stop to that. He couldn’t deny he was curious now, and he thought that maybe, just maybe, he might enjoy what she was going to do next.
Slowly unzipping his fly, she clinched the button on his waistband between nimble fingers and unfastened it. Dipping her hand into his boxers, he thought he heard her catch her breath as she made contact with his engorged member. Pulling the elastic of the boxers down and hooking it under his testicles, she blew a thin stream of air across his swollen head, the pre-cum glistening and oozing from his slit.
Before he had time to think, she had taken his entire length into her mouth. Growling gruffly, he could feel the back of her throat massaging him insistently. He had never been deep-throated before, but he was left in no doubt that it was exactly what she was doing. The way she wrapped her tongue around his shaft, dancing across every inch of him and the insistence of her throat contracting around his head made him close his eyes and set his jaw. He didn’t want to cry out, he wanted to maintain control. Gathering his thoughts, he grabbed her hair with his left hand and forced her down further on him. Smiling evilly, he almost laughed when he felt her nose touch his stomach and her gag reflex finally kick in.
“Don’t forget who’s in control here slut.” He murmured, and wrestled his willpower back into levels he could manage. He removed his hand from her hair and she sat back on her haunches, spluttering and panting, the far-away look appearing to have disappeared for now.
“Please Sir,” she wheezed, “Please will you take me? Fuck me? Use me? I need to feel you inside me.” She grasped his rod with her right hand and started to stroke him teasingly, her saliva providing a tantalizing lubrication that brought back the deep aching within him; the ache of impending release.
“You girl, are altogether too demanding,” he sneered, trying to sound menacing. Judging by her terrified response, he considered he must have succeeded. “You want me to fuck you? Do you deserve to be fucked by me? What have you done that warrants me to lower myself to dip into your cunt?” He spat the words out with disdain, noting how upset she looked, but unbelievably, he could tell she was still turned on. He could see it in her body, even if her expression maintained a look of terror and horror. “Who else have you fucked slut? I see how you lead them all on. I would wager you’ve had all of them. I bet you ride them like a harlot paid for the job, and looking at you now, I know you enjoy it.” Standing up, he turned around to hide the smile that had crossed his lips. She was definitely stinging from the words he’d unleashed on her, but he also sensed
she tripped off what was happening to her. She liked it. A lot.
Spotting his tie and belt close at hand, he spun round and grabbed her by the hair again, yanking her onto her feet and forcefully pushing her face down onto the desk, sweeping his laptop out of the way. He had decided. He was going to take this girl, but he wasn’t going to do it conventionally. He particularly liked anal sex and missed that part of the relationship he had with his wife, so he was going to drive himself deep into her bowels. She would drip him from her tight hole. Her love of humiliation would enjoy every last shameful second of it, and he could quite easily make it hurt to satisfy the other side to her masochistic personality.
Pulling her hands out above her head, he wrapped her wrists with his belt and secured the end to the left hand table leg so she was stretched across the tabletop. Grabbing two ties, the one he had worn that day, and the one he was planning on wearing for the closing day of the conference, he spread her legs and tied each ankle to the other table legs. There was no way she could move now, and observing the slickness between her thighs, she was clearly enjoying it.
Quickly rummaging through the pile of clothes she had left on the bed, he alighted on the very thing he had hoped to find – her soaked panties that she had been wearing all night. He had read that masochists liked nothing better than to have their worn panties forced into their mouths, and so he balled them up tightly and walked back to her.
“Open up for your Sir, slut.” As she did, he pushed the underwear in firmly and closed her mouth for her. “I want you to keep them securely in your mouth whatever I do to you now.” Leaning forward he yanked her head back as he looked into her eyes, noting that again they had the same curious distant nature to them. Slapping her moderately hard across her face he spoke louder “Concentrate girl. Do not let me down. I am indeed going to fuck you like you so insolently begged, but don’t think I’m going to use the same hole as all of your clients. I’m going to fuck your ass. Yes, I am going to slide myself deep into your bowels, and tomorrow, when you’re sitting all innocently and flirting with your boyfriends, I am going to leak out of you. Reminding you of just who owns you. Mind and body.”
Releasing her hair, he was feeling very strange. He couldn’t believe he was capable of such words and such emotion, but it just seemed to flow from him. And what disturbed him the most was the look of sheer unbridled delight on Louise’s face.
Chapter 6
Charles tapped his chin thoughtfully. He wasn’t a total monster and although he’d told her he was going to take her ass, he certainly didn’t wish to hurt her. He needed something to help lubricate her and whilst he could use her own juices, he felt he would make more of a point of leaving her relatively untouched if he didn’t. Remembering he had seen some bath oil in one of those little hotel sample bottles in the bathroom, he retrieved it and returned to the table. Louise appeared to be resting, her body relaxed as she awaited her torment and pleasure.
He decided that she was in a perfect state for maximum enjoyment. She was so relaxed she would barely know he was stretching her wide to accommodate him. Opening the little vial of oil, he coated his index finger with it and pushed slowly, but with constant pressure at her puckered star. After a surprisingly short time, he slipped through the muscle ring and entered her up to his knuckle. Probing her, he twisted and reamed her, then quickly dripped some more oil along his finger as he maintained momentum, then adding in his middle digit.
Louise writhed as she clearly felt the intrusion of the second finger, her back arching as she threw her head from side to side, keeping her mouth firmly shut to contain her panties. He could hear muffled groans as he slipped his fingers in and out of her. “Such a good slut.” He felt that it was probably time to keep up with the degrading nature of his taunts as her reaction was so strongly pleasurable when he had done so before. “You know slut, whores like you are only good for ass fucking. You want to know why? Because in order to experience anything even remotely tight around my cock, I have to enter your ass. Your cunt has been stretched too wide by your long string of lovers and your Sir wants to feel you tight on him, wants to feel every last contraction of your sluttish body, because I will know whether or not you’re enjoying serving me. And I tell you slut, you had better enjoy it, or else I won’t be so gentle with you. You should be grateful I’m even gracing you with my attention.”
She was panting hard through her nose, her eyes closed as he scissored his fingers within her, stretching her as wide as he could. Louise was clearly no anal virgin as she relaxed into his fingers, allowing him deep, every so often clenching him. Strangled moans fought to escape her throat. She was obviously enjoying being filled with every nerve ending stimulated deep inside her.
Charles felt it was about time to take her; he was aching painfully, especially after the short-lived deep throating. He wanted to come and he knew exactly where he wanted to do so. Quickly removing his fingers, he flicked the top off the oil, drizzled some in her now gaping hole and coated his manhood with the remainder. Lining up his cock with her entrance, adding a gentle pressure with his fingers, he inhaled deeply, sinking his fingers deep into her previously tortured flesh. “Relax, slut. This might very well hurt.” He pulled his hand away quickly and then rammed himself deep inside her.
Louise cried loudly as he slid easily all the way inside her. Charles hissed under his breath as the feeling of her hot, tight passage overwhelmed him with pleasure. Thrusting in and out very slowly, he pulled out to the very tip of his head and then slowly pushed all the way back inside her a number of times, ensuring she felt the entire length of him entering and exiting her.
Her muffled mewling and panting was like music to his ears, only adding to the fire of his painful arousal. He didn’t want to release so quickly, but if she kept this up he would have no choice. It had been a long time since he had felt so intimately joined with another person, and looking down he sighed as he watched himself slowly slipping in and out of her beautiful body. He couldn’t believe it was happening, but it felt right. It felt as though he had turned a corner, that maybe everything could be ok. He already lived a form of double life online, could he now so easily separate his love and his lust and whatever this new feeling he was experiencing was?
Coherent thought was not entirely possible at the moment, and with each stroke inside her the wetness of her sex indicated that she was enjoying the invasion more than he had ever thought possible. Gripping her soft flesh he quickened his pace, roughly pounding into her. Watching with delight as her flesh jiggled with each slam closer to climax. Before he realized, his peak was almost upon him and only a handful more strokes would see his release. Tensing up, he felt years of frustration, denial, pain and loss shoot from him, each pulse chastising her for forcing his hand, but in addition, a grateful thanks for showing him future freedom in more than one way.
Chapter 7
As Charles withdrew from her, he shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe he had actually gone through with it, he had dreamt of such scenarios time and again over the last ten years or so, wishing to perhaps cultivate the relationship with his wife in this direction. Holding on to that vain hope had kept him going for the last few years, and when their passion died, he had moved on to the Internet to explore the avenues he desired so very deeply. But now, looking down at the stunning beauty lying bound in front of him, glistening with their mixed juices, he felt so complete it shook him to the core. Astounding him further was the complete lack of guilt. He should have felt guilty, very guilty, but he didn’t. He felt sated, content, strong. Thinking of his wife, he felt nothing but love for her, as he always did. That hadn’t changed. Charles Black, however, as an individual, as a man, had indeed changed.
Reaching around to her mouth, he removed her panties, wiping away the drool that had leaked onto her chin with his thumb. Carefully caressing her cheek, he stared into her eyes, that worrying far away nature to them pervading even now. He
had no idea what it meant, but she seemed happy, calm, contented, just like he did. “Sir,” she uttered quietly. “Can you hold me please? I need to feel your body pressed tightly to mine. The next hour or so is going to be rough for me and I really need to feel you.”
Charles’s heart leapt into his mouth. What the hell did she mean? Had he hurt her in some way without realizing it? Hurriedly he released her hands and ankles whilst diligently watching her body language, her expressions, everything about her, and he thought she seemed sad, weakened in some way. He had been too harsh. “I’m sorry, Louise, I’ve been too cruel, I... I thought that’s what you wanted, but I... lost control... I’m so sorry... I’ve never done anything like this before... ” He felt broken, from elation one moment, he now felt crushing agony wrenching his stomach. He had never intended to hurt her.
“No, no Sir. No, please don’t apologize,” Much to his surprise, she laughed weakly “You did everything I wanted and more. You have no idea how deep into subspace I went with you. You say you... haven’t... done anything like this before? Ever?”
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