by NJ Cole
She sighed when I removed the plug; her head was still down, forehead pressed to the carpet. I knelt on the floor and moved behind her, pressing my cock to her ass. Pulling her cheeks apart, I slid the tip in. She gasped and groaned, but didn’t use our safeword. She didn’t scream out or cry, either. I waited for her to adjust, then I pressed on. “Whose ass is this?” I groaned as my cock reached the halfway point.
“Yours, Master. It’s yours.” Her voice was breathy, but even, so, I continued on until I was fully inside of her.
Moving in and out of her was surreal. I’d used a condom, but I could still feel every inch of her tight ass. It felt so amazing I could have come in a minute or two, but I wanted her to come first. Using my left hand, I teased and played with her nipples while my right worked on her clit. My hands and cock were arousing her, but what got her off—what got most women off—was my words. Leaning down, I whispered in her ear, “You are such a little slut. You love it in your ass, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to; her body language said it all. Pushing back into me, she rotated her hips, and I grabbed onto them. Thrusting hard, I had her screaming again like I was spanking her.
I didn’t last long after that. Between the tightness of her body and the screams and moans, I came hard inside of her tiny hole.
To me, one of the best parts of anal was right after you pulled out. The gaping hole made any guy I knew feel like the king of the world.
I left her like that for a few minutes while I went to throw out the condom and get dressed.
“You served me well, my little anal slut; now, go get dressed. No shower, though. I’d like to get out of the house for a bit, so you have ten minutes.”
She came out to the living room looking stunning. She hadn’t showered, and I knew she’d be reminded of our session all day.
“Let’s go and see your sister now,” I said, watching her face light up then fall.
“Chelsea is asleep.” She bit her lip as if in thought. “I can wake her.”
Before I could answer her, there was a knock at the door. She looked confused; even more so when I opened it and Jenny, the teenager from next door, stood on our steps.
“Jenny has agreed to watch Chelsea while she naps and you and I have a short outing. She has two little brothers she cares for, and her mother will be home, as well. Is that all right with you?”
Mary nodded, and after giving Jenny a few instructions and her cell phone number, we left.
She looked back at the house as I closed her car door and walked around to my side. Sometimes, things in life creep up on you, and other times, they hit you like a ton of bricks. As I sat down next to her, this was one of those moments. My life had changed and I liked it. In my head, I pictured going out with her, living with her, watching Chelsea grow up. I loved having her serve me, but I liked just being with her more. I wondered what was happening to me.
Chapter 3
Mary
The drive was quick, and before I knew it, we were at Violet and Em’s house. When we parked, I got out of the car, much to Colton’s disappointment.
“I was going to get that for you. Next time, you will wait in the car until I open your door.”
“Yes, Master,” I said automatically, then blushed.
I forgot all about anything that was going on between us when we stepped inside my sister’s house. She was on the couch and looked awful.
I was really concerned about her until she told me the reason for her illness was pregnancy. It was exciting, but I worried what it meant for her and Em. Obviously, Em hadn’t gotten her pregnant.
It all clicked when Eric came rushing in a few seconds after I’d heard the news. He was clearly aware she was pregnant, and it became obvious to Colton first, then me, that Eric was the father. I couldn’t really picture it, the three of them together. Colton questioned Em about it, but instead of answering directly, she deflected and changed the subject to his sex life.
Better actors could have played it off, but we couldn’t. I watched his eyes go to mine, and I felt my cheeks flood pink. If Em didn’t know the day I’d come to the door with my shirt on inside out, she knew now. Eric smirked at me and I nearly died.
Em asked Colton to step into the kitchen with her. I knew they were talking about us, but I was distracted by Eric’s stare. Violet was busy eating the bread he’d brought, but Eric was looking intently at me. He smiled. “Always knew deep down you’d be a good girl.”
I blushed a deep shade of red, realizing he had to know what Colton did with his submissives; he probably did the same. I wondered if he knew I’d just been fucked in the ass and hadn’t even showered. Could he tell? Could he smell it? I looked up at him again, and he winked at me. I was just about to excuse myself when Colton came back out of the kitchen.
“Ready?” he asked. I’d barely spoken to my sister other than to congratulate her, but I was happy to go home.
After congratulating both Em and Violet again, I walked to the car behind Colton. I let him open the door for me there and, then again three minutes later, at home. Once Jenny had gone, he turned to me. “Did something happen while we were out? You seem really quiet.”
I considered saying it was nothing, but I felt like I could tell him everything. “Eric knew what we’d done.” Colton raised his eyebrows in question. “I mean, he didn’t know exactly. Well, I don’t know if he knew exactly … Oh, I’m rambling.”
“And what if he did? What if he knew I’d fucked you in the ass and
you loved it because you are my little anal whore? Are you embarrassed?”
I knew it was wrong to be embarrassed, but I also knew I shouldn’t lie. I nodded my head.
“Well, that’s something we can work on. Perhaps I’ll ask Jenny to come back over Saturday night. We can go out and work on it then.”
It was settled, though I didn’t know what he meant by “work on it.” He’d told me he would provide the clothes, which was what had made me the most nervous.
Saturday came, and after I’d laid Chelsea down for her nap, I found a surprise in my room. A beautiful black cocktail dress hung on the back of my closet door. On my bed were two boxes—one for shoes and another box I wasn’t sure about. It was wrapped in silver paper, tied with a blue bow.
I unwrapped it to find a pair of black thigh-high stockings, a bra, and a pair of what resembled panties. It seemed the entire crotch was missing from them. I slipped them on and gasped at the sight in the mirror. My ass was mostly covered, but my bare pussy lips were on full display. I slid on the stockings, then put on the bra. Looking at my reflection again, I saw I looked sexy as hell in what he’d chosen.
The dress, which barely covered my naughty lingerie, made me look even more alluring. It was a sexy, black strapless dress that came to mid-thigh. The material was lace-covered satin. Upon opening the shoe box, I found a pair of strappy high heels. I loved them instantly, and when I put them on, they made the outfit look spectacular. With one last glance in the mirror, I smiled at myself then headed to the living room.
Jenny was already there playing with Chelsea. She told me Colton was waiting outside. I thanked her and went out to meet him. I found him standing next to his car in a black suit. He had a cane, but it was sexy—black with a silver tip. His eyes locked with mine and he smiled. “It looks even better on you than I’d anticipated.”
Like before, he opened the door for me, and we rode in silence for a while. We got on the interstate, and I was surprised when he undid his seatbelt. “Mary, my cock is hard. You will serve me now.”
I stared at him with wide eyes. We were in the car, and although the sun was setting, it was still quite light out. “You want me to … jerk you off?” I stammered.
He looked at me with a gaze that shot straight through me. “No, Mary. I don’t want you to jerk me off.” He said the words like it was a ridiculous idea. “I expect you to please me with your mouth.”
At first, I thought he was kidding,
but his constant stare told me he was serious. I unfastened my seatbelt and leaned across the seat. After undoing his belt and pants, I pulled his cock free and licked at the seeping tip.
I don’t know if people driving by could see me or not, but twice in the twenty minutes I spent sucking him off, trucks beeped. The entire time, Colton had his hand on the back of my head while he whispered words of encouragement. When he came in my mouth, I swallowed it all without spilling a drop. With a smile, I tucked his semi-erect cock back into his briefs and fixed his pants. He smiled when I even reached over and put his seatbelt back on him.
“Such a good girl,” he said as we continued our drive. It was nearly an hour before we stopped at a restaurant.
After opening the door, he pressed me against the car. “Let’s make dinner a bit more interesting,” he said, holding a small silver object in his hand. I recognized it as the vibrating bullet he’d used on me several times at home. He’d insert it into my ass or pussy then have me please him. During my service, he would adjust the speed, and the vibrations would cause me to orgasm.
“Turn around, hands on the car.” I looked around nervously to see if anyone was watching. Colton again gave me his stare. Closing my eyes, I turned around and placed my hands on the hood of his car.
“Good girl,” he said as he lifted my skirt slightly and slid his hand up my thigh. When it reached the apex, he felt for the missing crotch of my panties. “Keep this in,” he commanded, sliding the egg inside of my already damp pussy. I squeaked at the abruptness of it.
The egg vibrated on low as we entered the restaurant and were taken to our seats. We ordered our food and had a wonderful conversation. It was almost as if it were a normal dinner date until he’d turned on the vibrating egg and drove me insane. Just when I thought I’d lose control, he would stop the vibrations but not before I’d become unbearably wet.
When we’d finished eating, Colton called the waiter over and ordered a chocolate souffle.
“That will take forty-five minutes, sir,” the waiter informed us.
“I am aware. We will be back.”
Colton stood and took my hand. I thought we were going on a walk, but he led me directly to the men’s room. I stopped when we got to the door.
“I can’t go in there,” I said.
“Do you want the toy out?” he asked with a smirk. He clicked the button in his pocket and the egg began vibrating on high.
“Oh God, yes! Please take it out!” It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good. The problem was it felt too good, and I didn’t want to come in a restaurant full of people.
“If you want it out, go in the men’s room and I’ll remove it.”
The men’s room was empty, thank goodness, but when I wanted to go into a stall, he shook his head and led me to the sinks. “Bend over, little slut,” he growled in my ear. “I’m going to take that toy out of your pussy now and replace it with my cock.”
I gasped. “Here? Where people can see?”
“Are you embarrassed to give yourself to me?”
I wasn’t embarrassed that I was submitting to him, but I was embarrassed to have sex in public. I just wasn’t sure how to express that. Then again, we were an hour from home and there was very little chance I’d run into anyone I knew. It was really thoughtful of him to take me here knowing my reservations about public displays.
“Let me help you think of it another way.” He slid my dress up so my panties were exposed. I was bent over the sink, my ass out for anyone who walked in the door to see. “Who owns this body? This ass?” he asked, slapping it hard.
“You do,” I responded softly.
“Then let me play with what is mine.” With those words, he slid two fingers into my pussy and removed the egg. I sighed in relief until he moved it to my clit and held it there while he put on a condom with his other hand.
A whimper escaped me as the silver orb sent vibrations throughout my body. “Such a good girl. My good girl,” he whispered as he pressed his cock into my drenched and swollen pussy. He entered me slowly but with force, and each thrust lifted me slightly off the ground.
He continued fucking me hard at the maddeningly slow pace, driving me insane. My eyes had closed, and I was enjoying the sensation his cock gave me each time it brushed across my G-spot. I felt a slight breeze and opened my eyes to see a man standing a few feet away, his mouth open in shock.
“Oh shit! Sorry, man!” he stated.
“No need to apologize,” Colton grunted, not stopping his fucking. “Don’t let us stop you from doing what you need to do. My slut here just needed a good fucking.”
I could feel the heat on my face as the man stared at me. My tits were out, and I knew he was getting a pretty generous view of my ass.
The man stared for another minute then went over to the urinals. I couldn’t believe he was actually peeing while I was being fucked a few feet from him. “You are so wet. Do you know what that means?” Colton whispered in my ear. I shook my head even though I knew. “It means you are a dirty little slut.”
The guy using the bathroom finished and stood near us to wash his hands. I just about died when Colton reached over and turned on the faucet to the sink right next to me. The stranger washed his hands not six inches from my bared breasts, staring at them the whole time as they continued to bounce from Colton’s thrusts.
Once the man left, Colton picked up the pace and fucked me hard. I bit my lip to be quiet. The sound of slapping skin was echoing off the walls, and I didn’t want to add to it with my own moaning and whimpering. He pulled my hair, lifting my head so I was facing myself in the mirror. “Look at yourself, little girl. I want you to watch your face as I come in your pussy.”
I stared in the mirror at the woman I’d become as he thrust a few more times, then stilled, coming deep inside of me. After disposing of the condom, he pulled my dress down and placed his hand on the small of my back. “I believe dessert will be ready soon.”
He walked out of the bathroom and across the restaurant like he hadn’t just fucked me hard in the bathroom. As I followed him, I saw the man who had walked in on us. He was sitting with a group of men, and all of them were staring at me. Colton looked at them and smiled, then whispered to me, “They know you love cock. Now be a good girl and smile at them so they have something to jerk off to tonight.”
We finished our dessert and left the restaurant. I thought we were heading back home, but we continued on in the opposite direction. About thirty minutes later, we arrived at a club called “The Butterfly Effect.”
I thought it might be a regular dance club, but the moment we stepped through the doors, I knew it was anything but. There were people in various states of dress, or undress. Those wearing clothes were mostly in leather. The ones wearing nothing were on leashes or kneeling at the feet of others.
Colton walked me to a dark corner. “Remove your dress.”
I did as he asked, despite being extremely nervous. He wasn’t asking me to be nude, just in my bra and panties. Though the panties didn’t really cover anything. He took the dress and hung it on a hanger near the door, then returned with a leather collar and a leash. Colton had been carrying a leather bag, and this was my first glimpse of what was inside of it.
“Kneel,” he commanded, and when I did, he fastened the collar around my neck and clipped the leash on. “This leash will keep you safe. No one will touch you while you wear it, so relax.” I sighed, visibly relieved. “Though, I didn’t say I wouldn’t touch you,” he added with a smirk.
He led me around the club, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. People were engaged in all sorts of sexual activity. There were a few people openly having sex, but the others were either touching, kissing, or in some cases, spanking. I even saw two women together. One was on the couch talking to another man, while the other woman was between her legs giving her oral pleasure. My first thought was, “Wow, Em and Violet should see this.” Then my second thought was, “Damn, this is probably how they met.
”
Colton looked at me and chuckled as if he knew what I was thinking. “Em rarely takes Violet out in public. It’s not that she’s not proud of her, it’s that she doesn’t share.” He smirked at me. “I, however, do.”
I wondered what he meant, but I didn’t have to for long. After walking me over to a padded cross against one wall, he removed my panties, then tied my ankles and wrists so my body mimicked the X.
“I’m going to flog you then fuck you,” he whispered seductively into my ear. I felt goosebumps break out and wetness start to trickle from my body.
He did just as he said, flogging my ass, back, and thighs. I heard a few comments while he was doing so—all of them directed at Colton. Things like, “beautiful ass,” or “great technique.” After about twenty strokes, I felt him move away from me then return. His body pressed against mine, and I could feel his dress slacks and shirt against my heated skin. I heard his zipper, and it felt so naughty.