Once sat on the bureau, Ben pushed her knees wide apart, until he could see the strain on her inner thighs. The hem of her skirt rode up until it was bunched at her hips. As he’d seen earlier, her black, opaque stockings ended at about one-third of the way down her thighs. What he hadn’t seen was that she wore no underwear, or that her cunt lips were shaved bare.
“Ben!” Margaret cried out as he ran his firm hands up her inner thighs until both thumbs penetrated the entrance to her pussy, stretching it open.
He looked into her eyes, his own shining with menace.
“Looks like someone was busy after their long flight today. Look how pretty you’ve prepared your cunt for that prick. Look how smooth and soft those lips are… not a speck of stubble. I bet you prepared your tight ass for him too. Are you nice and clean back there too, Margaret?”
Her response was just what he’d hoped for. Margaret’s chest and neck flushed, spreading to her cheeks. Her eyes remained on his, almost pleading, whether for him to stop with his cruel words or continue he didn’t care. He’d continue.
Looking back to her pussy, he pinched both her inner and outer labia between each forefinger and thumb, spreading the slick folds wide until he could see the wet, swollen walls inside. Droplets of her juices escaped, wetting her perineum and the dresser. He let go of her lips, but not before giving each a brutal squeeze and twist, leaving them dark pink and puffy.
Ben took a few steps back, admiring the way she left her legs spread wide for him. Removing his belt, he advised, “Better get that dress off now, otherwise I’ll be ripping it.”
She looked like she wasn’t sure whether to be outraged or appreciative, but either way, she took his advice. Undoing the sash around her waist, the dress opened, exposing her beautiful body to him. Next she scooted her bottom up enough to pull the skirt of the dress out from under her, followed by nudging it off of her shoulders and arms. Margaret now sat naked except for her bra and stockings, opening her legs once again and looking defiantly at him.
Ben had to hand it to her, she was no one’s submissive - a glutton for punishment maybe - but she demurred to no one.
“Tell me now. Where’d you get the cuff marks back in October?”
She answered without balking.
“At a club. With a friend.”
Ben hesitated before asking, “Is this person still a ‘friend’?”
Margaret appeared to consider the question, then answered, “Yes… still friends, but we don’t play anymore.” She paused before adding, “It was never sex - he was married - just…”
She stopped talking, piquing Ben’s curiosity.
“Just what? You just need someone to bind you? You just needed someone to spank you? Whip you? Bite you?”
He walked slowly towards her, rubbing the leather of his thick belt in his hand - each step seemed to make her shudder. Stopping just arms length in front of her, he commanded, “Tell me you want this.”
Her body was actively trembling now. Her pussy lips were a deep red color, contrasting beautifully with her freckled skin. Her excitement was apparent - her pink clitoris was erect and exposed - unprotected.
“Ask me to hurt you. Ask me to fuck you. Ask me to mark that precious pale body of yours.”
Margaret grimaced, but soon a string of lustful words began to whisper from her lips.
“Please, Ben. Please. You know how to use me - you know what I need. It’s been so long…”
She looked at him with a longing that made him want to ravage her, before continuing.
“Hurt me, Ben. Make me feel… make me cry. Use my holes. Stuff them. Stretch them.”
That was all he could take. His need for her crashed beyond any restraint he had left. In one motion he grabbed her hips and pulled them forward until they rested on the edge of the bureau. He pulled one of the drawers out, and commanded her to spread her legs wide, resting her heels on the open drawer. He knew he didn’t have to tell her to keep them there. She would.
The smell of her raw excitement penetrated him - the glistening lips of her pussy too enticing to deny himself. Knowing she was preparing herself for pain, Ben knew he was throwing her a curve when he leaned down and began devouring her pussy. There were no tentative licks, he went straight in and began licking, sucking and biting the swollen folds - the taste intoxicated him. He kept at it, not caring when her hand grabbed into his hair, pulling on his scalp. He pinched her engorged clit between his thumb and forefinger and began stroking and twisting it in a rhythm that had her bucking against him, but fuck if he was going to let her come yet.
Stepping back, he doubled his thick leather belt that he’d been holding and before she knew what was coming, slapped it down hard against her exposed, puffy folds. A wet, smacking sound resonated across the room, followed by her muffled scream. He looked up to see that she’d covered her own mouth.
“You need a gag?”
“Yes,” Margaret panted out.
Ben took Margaret’s sash from her dress and began to roll it up. Once done, it was the size of an average ball-gag. He held it out to her expectantly. She took it from him and stuffed it in her mouth, the tail end hanging out looked blissfully obscene.
“Alright then, slut - can you spit that out if you need to?”
Margaret pushed it out easily to show him she could, then stuffed it back in.
“Good. If you need to safeword, spit it out, shake your head three times… whatever… I’ll stop.”
He began to strike her inner thighs and wet pussy one after the other, feeding off her anguished cries from behind the make-shift gag. Her skin marked beautifully - along with a general pink hue, dark red lines began to streak the vulnerable skin - her pussy lips and the head of her clit becoming darker and more engorged.
Ben could have kept her on that dresser all night, alternating between beating and sucking on her cunt, but he had other needs to fill. Tossing the belt over towards the bed, he grabbed her from behind her ass and threw her over his shoulder. He steadied her with one hand around her thighs, while the other rained down a succession of painful smacks to her ass cheeks. The more she struggled, the harder he hit until she eventually stilled.
Dropping her on her back onto the bed, he reached to the floor for the belt, where it had landed when he’d thrown it, and began coiling it around her wrists. He picked her up, again as if she weighed nothing, and tossed her back down on her belly - bound arms extended in front of her.
“Stay.”
He left her there, then began searching the room to find anything that he could use on her. He went into the bathroom first, grinning wickedly when he saw the toothpaste. On his way out he grabbed his hairbrush too. Opening the drawers of the bedside table, he took out the phonebook, although wasn’t sure yet how he’d use it.
Ben admired her naked, bound form on crisp, white bedding - enjoying the contrast between raw depravity and implied purity. Nothing could make those sheets pure again after the plans he had for her. Removing his shoes and socks first, he climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips. Margaret moaned as the rough fabric of his jeans made contact with her naked flesh. Leaning over, he fisted his hand into her dark auburn hair, pulling her head up by her scalp as he spoke into her ear.
“Such beautiful hair for such a dirty little cunt.”
Margaret squirmed underneath him, grinding her ass against his cock, which was already growing quite hard. Ben smirked at her response, then continued.
“…I doubt you could care less about the compliment - I think you liked being called ‘dirty little cunt’ better, didn’t you?”
He tightened his grip, twisting his fingers until he knew the pain would be almost unbearable.
“Aaaaaaaaarrr…,” she wailed behind her gag, her body now still.
“Listen, fuckpig, I know who you are. I know what you are.”
Leaning down, Ben bit her earlobe, pulling it taut until letting it spring free.
“You, Doctor, are a pain slut. A true, fucki
ng masochist who gets off on being abused. It doesn’t matter what kind of pain either, does it? Names? Slaps, cuts, burns? What about needles, Doctor? You’ve got lots of access to those. Have you ever passed one through one of your pathetic nipples?”
Ben continued to ask questions he knew she couldn’t answer because of the gag. He noted that she flinched when he called her ‘Doctor’, similar to how she had detested being called ‘Miggie’ the last time he’d gotten to fuck with her. He was pleased with that discovery.
“That sloppy cunt hole of yours gets wetter and wetter with each name I call you names, isn’t that right you cum-hungry whore?”
Margaret wailed from beneath him. He knew her neck had to be spasming by now, and would likely feel it tomorrow. He threw her head down onto the bed, where it actually bounced. Taking the same hand, he stretched his fingers over the back of her neck, pressing her hard against the firm mattress.
“What to do to the little piggy first,” Ben considered out loud. The hairbrush was closest - what the hell.
Ben reached for it, examining the coarse bristles in a new light before raking them down her back. Keeping the tension on her neck with one hand, he began scratching the skin, from shoulder to hip - he watched as fine, linear streaks appeared and was mesmerized by their beauty.
Margaret had begun moving again, this time the desperate act of a woman trying to pleasure herself. She ground her hips in to the bedcover, clearly in an attempt to create friction against her clit. The movements distracted him, so he reached behind himself with the brush and smacked her ass three times.
“Lay the fuck still, cunt - this isn’t about you.”
Her motions stopped, but Ben could feel her twitch and shudder as he continued to scratch the coarse plastic bristles down her back. A few were breaking the skin and the occasional small bead of blood appeared.
Yes…, blood.
Ben was beyond hard now - his cock painfully engorged. He undid the button and zipper of his jeans, enough to adjust himself and to allow his rigid cock to stand erect.
By scooting back to her thighs, he exposed her round, pale ass cheeks to his will. He continued the painful scratches downwards and soon the raised flesh had a matching pattern of vertical stripes of varying shades of red. Using the thumb and fingers of one hand, he stretched open the firm, soft cheeks exposing the tight, vulnerable hole, then ran the bristles over the private flesh, adding painful scratches to the private skin. The last few passes stroked roughly over the twitching ring itself, the bristles catching on the puckered skin. Margaret’s body jerked underneath him, fishtailing between his strong thighs. She was snorting through her nose, her breaths rapid and uneven.
He watched closely for any sign she would safe word - the fact that she didn’t only made him want to push her harder. Ben regarded the brush in his hand, noting that the smooth, oval handle was the size of two of his fingers.
We’ll save this for later. But right now, I need to come.
Ben got off her and removed his shirt. On his knees in front of her, he garnered a new appreciation for submission. The position she was in was hot as hell.
Pushing Margaret to her side, he grabbed the belt around her wrist and lifted her up onto her knees too.He pulled the sash from her mouth and ordered, “Alright, Margaret. You’ve got a job to do. Be a good little cocksucker and use that mouth of yours to make me come. I already know how good you are, so don’t disappoint…”
She watched as Ben dropped his jeans below his hips, far enough for him to open his legs and thrust his cock towards her. It swayed in front of him - long and thick - just how she remembered. Despite his composed demeanor, the crimson color and bulging veins showed her just how turned on he was.
Margaret returned her gaze to his smug face and their eyes clashed. Her wrists still bound, all it took was his push on her shoulders for her to drop down onto her elbows and forearms - so close to him that his length rested against her cheek. Ben grasped it and began rubbing it over her lips, cheeks and eyes. The warm, soft skin caressed her face as she began to take in his masculine scent. Again, a rush of deja vu hit her - she knew his smell intimately - it had stayed with her all of these years.
Extending her neck, she opened her mouth - craving the initial sweaty, musky taste. Without pause, Ben slammed in his full length, just as he had the first time. She heard a primal groan rise from his chest, and it resonated deep inside her gut. Her mouth filled with saliva, bathing his cock in wet, slick heat. Rocking his hips back and forth, he pulled his cock out all of the way, then thrust back in again. Strings of her saliva connected his prick to her lips each time he pulled out.
“Ahhhhh, fuck.” He gasped. She could only imagine how depraved she looked to him, her mouth gaping, taking more and more of his dick with each pass.
Margaret didn’t want to disappoint him - she wanted to please him very much, which surprised her. The next time he pulled out, she pushed forward and buried her face in his groin. He allowed for it, and she began licking and sucking everywhere her mouth could reach. She wanted to taste him everywhere. Her mouth began leaving ovoid marks on his flesh where she’d sucked hard - on his lower abdomen - his inner thighs. Her tongue bathed his flesh, and his responding groans only pushed her on. She nudged forward even more, licking around the base of his scrotum as best as she could. He lifted his cock upwards, spreading his legs even further - as much as his jeans would allow - giving her tongue access to his perineum.
Ben’s legs began to tremble, the sensation of her tongue and lips on him affecting him. Ben began stroking himself rapidly - his grunts and gasps filled the room. Suddenly he pushed her back and plunged himself deep inside her mouth once more.
“Finish it.” He ordered, and Margaret pushed her lips down the length of his shaft until he pressed against the back of her throat. She’d never been able to move beyond her gag reflex, so with each thrust, chokes and gags shuddered against the head of his cock. The sounds coming from her were wet, violent, and obscene - they were also turning her on like crazy.
His hips jerked in rapid, short thrusts - never breaking contact with her bruised and tired throat. The first spurt hit like gunfire, causing Margaret to cough and choke on the salty fluid. Ben pulled out and began directing the blasts onto her face and hair, some shot past and onto her upper back. He roughly pushed her shoulders down into the bed - the hard touch felt like heaven. Margaret’s arms lay under her - her bound wrists under her belly while her ass remained up in the air. She could feel the cum on her back dripping forward, over her shoulders.
Ben backed off the bed, removed the rest of his clothing and left it on the floor. She heard him move behind her and knew he’d see her shamefully exposed pussy and ass spread for him. Without skipping a beat he began spanking her already red-streaked cheeks - no warm up - just brutally hard slaps that thrust her chest and cum-covered face into the bed.
So good… Feels so fucking good. He knows - he’s always known.
“Look at that needy, twitchy cunt. Poor thing needs to be filled - but…, I think not.”
Margaret almost growled at his cruelty. She needed something - anything.
His hands were on her, spreading her cheeks wide until the skin between strained and her little ring spasmed. Then, wet, hot saliva dribbled down from the top of her crack and over the twitching hole, some of which she could feel enter her. Tingly sensations lit up the sensitive skin, and then a finger was there, pressing slowly inside.
Yes…
Before Ben fully inserted his finger though, he added a second causing the initial stretch to be almost unbearable for Margaret. Just before she could fully adjust, he added a third.
“Aaauughhh, Ben!”
“Shhhh… take it.”
Margaret attempted to relax her body to accommodate his large digits, and eventually she opened to him and they pushed in fully. He began to fuck them slowly in and out, twisting his hand as he did, awakening every dormant nerve in her body. Sometimes as he pulled out, h
e would spread his fingers wide, stretching her even further until she knew he could see deep inside of her dark passage.
She startled as his fingers were removed. She heard a slight click, but couldn’t quite make out what he was doing. She found out soon enough as his fingers pushed their way back in - this time with some sort of thick paste. Over and over he repeated the action, until she could imagine that her whole rectum was filled. It didn’t take long for her to figure out what he was loading her ass with.
Ah, fucking asshole. That’s his goddamn toothpaste.
The burn hit hard as he fucked his fingers into her paste filled ass. Fire and ice burned deep inside her bowels until Margaret feared she’d lose control of them. Suddenly his fingers were replaced by an object. A cold, thick, rigid object. Margaret couldn’t imagine what it might be, until sharp bristles made contact with her tender ass cheeks.
His hairbrush. Oh god…
Ben stepped back from her, leaving the brush in place.
Her face blazed with shame as she imagined what he saw - on her knees, prone on the bed, arms bound. The skin on her back and ass still stung from when he’d raked the brush mercilessly over her. The cum on her face had mostly wiped off on the bed, but what was left in her hair and back was beginning to dry, the latter becoming itchy. And now, a hairbrush was sticking out of her toothpaste crammed ass.
He didn’t speak, adding to her sense of depraved exposure. Her humiliation was complete. Not since the night at Paul’s had she felt this depth of masochistic pleasure. Ben had fucked both her mouth and her mind, and it was clear he wasn’t done yet.
She heard paper ripping. Confused, Margaret turned her head enough to look back at him. He was ripping a section of phone book, lengthwise down the seam. He seemed focused on his task, and only briefly looked at her before finishing the job. When he’d torn off the section he wanted, he threw the rest on the floor where it landed with a loud thud.
He walked closer so she could see what he was doing. What was left of the phonebook, was about a one inch stack which he had rolled lengthwise and was bouncing playfully off the palm of his hand.
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