He tied her up against the wall, and made the loops around her wrists tight. She could not move her hands much. Next, without another word he spread her legs. She thought he was going to enter her right there and then, but he didn't. Instead he kissed her neck, her breasts, her belly, and then finally he reached her aching center. She ached for his cock, but he gave her his tongue instead, and what a wondrous tongue it was.
He penetrated her pussy deeper than she thought would be possible with just a tongue, and he hit all the right spots, too. She moaned in pleasure as she ached to touch him, but she was restrained.
Just as he had gone down on her, he got up just as quickly. She felt his throbbing cock on her thigh and she longed to touch it, to get on her knees and taste the beautiful tool, but Troy wouldn't let her. Instead, he thrust himself deep inside her wet pussy until he was all the way in.
Annie shuddered from the sudden sharp pain that soon became something much more pleasurable.
"You ready to be fucked, Annie?" Troy grunted, sporting a crazed look in his eyes.
"Yes, oh God yes," Annie answered eagerly.
Troy fucked her. At first his thrusts were gentle and slow, but then his movements became frantic, and he started pounding her pussy just like he had pounded her ass earlier.
She loved hearing his ball sack hitting against her pussy as he fucked her faster and harder.
"You like my big cock, don't you whore?" he asked as he fucked her harder.
"You know I do, baby," Annie answered.
She'd never felt anything like this before: Troy’s cock was like something the gods had fashioned in heaven: she could not believe that such a perfect instrument of pleasure was inside her. She screamed and she moaned, but most of all she wanted to put her arms around this man who was working so hard to please her. But she couldn't.
She came again and again, rewarding his hard working dick with her juices, which only made him fuck her that much harder and faster.
She couldn’t take it any longer. The orgasms were too much, like something she'd never experienced before, and knew she never would again if Troy decided that he'd had enough of her. She would never let that happen, she promised herself.
Finally, with one hard thrust, Troy grunted and spilled his hot cum inside her.
He exited her then and left the room.
Annie ached to be able to touch herself, to soothe the ache his large member had created in both her holes, but instead she was left hanging on the wall by a couple of tight chains.
Hours seemed to pass, and Troy hadn't come back for her. Did he forget about her? She grew hungry and thirsty and had convinced herself that he had left her here to die.
He had fucked her, he had satisfied his needs (and, she had to admit to herself, her own as well) and he had left her hanging here by herself. Was he going to starve her out? Did he know her terrible secret? That must have been it, for the secret she told him before wasn't so much a secret as a...
"A fucking lie!" She heard his booming voice finish her sentence for her. Not that she would go that strong. She was going to say "white lie" but she guessed the distinction wasn’t of much use in the end.
Troy turned the corner and was fully dressed in one of his designer suits that showed off his godly body very well.
Annie was getting wet again just thinking about the big cock those pants barely held in.
"Come again?" She said, trying to play dumb for one last time.
"I knew the moment I entered you that you weren't a fucking virgin," he basically spit in her face. She licked her lips seductively, catching a few stray droplets of spit from his mouth.
"Is that the reason you tied me up here for Act Two?"
"Yup, how are you liking it?"
"It's getting old, Troy," Annie said, looking bored by the whole affair.
Okay, dear reader, you may be a bit confused right now. I only started this sordid tale in the third person to gain some distance from myself, but now that you know my dirty little secret (ha!) I see no reason to continue that charade.
Anyway, I was up against a wall and Troy was all up in my face, understandably angry that I had managed to fool him. To an extent at least.
But I wasn't the only liar in the room.
"Sure I lied about being a virgin," I said. "But at least I didn't lie about having a dead girlfriend."
"You know about that?" Troy said, a bit disappointed that I had caught him in a lie. "And I thought I was being so convincing with the tears and shit."
"Oh, believe me, Troy-boy, you were very convincing. If I hadn’t done my research beforehand, I probably would have believed you. Though it was a bit over the top, I've gotta say. The whole deflowering and bleeding to death thing, kinda morbid doncha think?"
"Is your name even Annie?"
"God no. My name's Lana Devaroux. I chose the whole 'Annie' moniker because it sounded extra innocent and shit. I knew you would eat it right up, you sadistic little prick. You couldn't resist deflowering a simple country girl who'd never been stuffed with a big one, could you?" I said and laughed.
Troy wasn't laughing, though. He only grew icier with each revelation. Maybe I should have worked on getting freed first, but it was just too much fun watching him squirm.
"Well...I guess you've got a point there. But you're the one chained to a wall," he said as he got closer to my naked form. He pressed against me and the soft fabric of his suit awoke the carnal desires within me. My nipples got hard, my pussy got wet, the works.
"Yeah, and I'm kind of hungry. Can't we talk about this over dinner or breakfast or whatever the fuck time of day it is now?"
"No, Ann...Lana, you have to be punished for what you've done to me. And this time, I won't be gentle."
Troy put my nipples in his mouth and gently caressed them with his tongue. Then he bit down on them. Hard.
"Fucking hell, Troy, don't destroy the merchandise!" I managed to get out between the terrible pain. I think the fucker even drew some blood, though he did lap it up pretty quickly.
My ass was sore, my pussy ached, my butt hurt, and now my nipples were throbbing with pain.
I looked down and saw that my pain and discomfort brought pleasure to the sick fuck. His dick was practically bursting from his pants.
"Fuck me," I moaned. "Please, Troy."
"No," he said as he suddenly stepped away. "I have a better idea."
He unchained me from the wall and I fell to my knees from how weak I was. I massaged my wrists, bringing some much needed blood back in circulation.
It wasn't long before Troy's crotch was in my face. And then he took out that monster cock of his and slapped me hard with it. It was kind of surprising, and kind of exciting at the same time.
It didn't take him long to shove that thing down my throat, and I gladly took it.
I probably gave him the best blow job of his entire life. Once his hot cum came, I swallowed every last drop hungrily.
If the man wasn’t going to feed me with real food, I had to get my sustenance where I found it.
Once he withdrew I made a show of licking my cum-stained lips clean.
"You've earned yourself a dinner, whore," he said as he exited the room. "But it’ll only be served if you start talking."
And start talking I did, and most of the stuff I was saying weren't even lies, which surprised even me.
Confession time: that stuff about Troy giving the fuck of a lifetime to Annie was kind of true for me, too. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but Troy was certainly one of the best lovers I've had, and I've had quite a few in my time. Probably as many as Troy.
"I told you, Troy. I did my research, I snared you, and then I got exactly what I wanted: you. I've heard rumors about you over the years and I was curious. I tailored Annie perfectly to fit your specific brand of sadism: I wanted you to want her, but I also wanted you to be intrigued by her. I knew that if I introduced myself to you as just Lana Devaroux, a confident woman who was very much in touch with h
er sexuality, it wouldn't be as much a challenge for you, and therefore you wouldn't be bringing your A-game once it came time to fuck."
"You're sick," Troy said as he took a big bite out of his steak.
"That means a lot coming from you," I said as I bit into my sandwich.
"But I have to admit one thing: I've never met anyone like you. I've met girls like Annie, and I've turned them from virgins to good little whores, but then I grew tired of them."
"Oh, Troy, you're gonna make me blush!" I said acting all innocent, though I had to admit that real butterflies were starting to dance in my belly, and I was afraid that I was falling for this man.
I saw something in his eyes that told me that he was wrestling with a similar dilemma.
"We're both liars and whores," I finally said. "We're perfect for each other."
"I'm not sure about that," Troy said. "Though you were one of the better fucks I've had recently."
"Really? Do you really mean that?"
"Of course, why would I lie?"
"Fine, I've got to confess that you weren't half-bad yourself."
Troy smiled at that despite himself and tried to cover up the genuine smile by taking a sip of his wine.
After the meal finished, I was ready to resume our carnal activities, but just as I straddled him at the table, Troy just as quickly lifted me up with his strong arms and pushed me away.
"It's time for you to leave now, Lana. A man like me has to be careful who he lets into his life, and a girl like you is more trouble than she's worth, at least in my experience."
"There's nothing I can do to change your mind?" I asked hopefully.
"Well, there might be one thing..."
Troy was on top of me, thrusting his big tool in and out of my pussy. I wanted to scream out in pleasure, but his big hands were around my throat, and he was choking me.
I came close to passing out several times, but each time he would ram his dick deeper inside me and soften his grip by a small fraction, to allow me to get some oxygen in my lungs, and then he could cut it off again.
"Fuck, yeah," Troy grunted as he pounded me harder and harder. "I like it when you can't talk back. I bet it's fucking killing you, isn't it?"
It actually was. I yearned to scream out in pleasure or pain, to tell him to keep fucking that pussy harder. I also yearned to touch his sweat drenched body, but my hands were once again in chains, but at least this time I was lying down on the cushions.
I came again and again, and then finally I felt him come too. His hot cum invading every inch of my insides. I felt whole again as he freed me and collapsed next to me. He breathed in hard. I scooted over and kissed his sweat drenched chest. I nibbled on his nipples. I kissed his neck. I even went down to lap up any remaining cum streaming from his semi-hard cock.
"Yeah, suck that dick," Troy moaned as I worked on his big rod.
I was sore all over.
Once I was finished I collapsed next to him, keeping him close to me. I yearned to have his hot body against my own. I know it sounds crazy, but I felt safer in his arms.
But then I got an idea. Troy was being awfully quiet, and that was just boring. I decided to do something that would make him take notice.
Stark naked I got up from the safety of the soft cushions and to a wall that had an assortment of whips on it. I chose one that I fancied and looked back on Troy, who was relaxing with a satisfied grin on his face.
I twirled the whip in the air, which he definitely took notice of.
"You want me to whip you again, for being such a lying little whore?" he said.
"Not exactly. I was thinking that maybe you should get a feel of it this time. Turn around, Troy, and I promise I won't be gentle," I said and smiled.
Troy's grin turned into a frown. "You can't do that to me. I'm the master here, and you're the slave."
Suddenly he got up from the soft cushions and stood in front of me, all imposing and manly. He was a quite a fine specimen, I had to admit to myself. If it weren't for his sadistic tendencies, one might call him the perfect man.
But those icy blue eyes couldn’t hide the monster within, and I was about to let the monster take over completely.
He took my hand that was holding the whip and gripped it hard. I didn't let go, no matter how painful it got.
"Troy, you have to let me do this," I said calmly.
"Why? Why do I have to do anything you want?"
"Because I know deep down you want this, too. You need this. Yes, you get off on inflicting pain on others, but I also think you could get off on feeling that pain yourself. Isn’t that what you've been waiting for all these years? A woman who can take the whip from your hand and give you some of your own medicine?"
"Not particularly," he said, not letting go of my hand.
"C'mon, you know you've been getting bored with this whole sadism thing. Don't you want to give masochism a try? It's quite the experience if I may say so myself."
"You may not, whore."
"You say 'whore' like it's an insult. You're the bigger whore here, Troy, and we both know it."
Troy didn't say anything. I took this as a sign that he was willing and able; all he needed was a little push.
"On your knees now!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Troy was so taken aback that he immediately let go of my hand and fell to his knees.
"That's a good boy," I said. "Now turn around."
He did as he was told, in total silence. He leaned in against the soft cushions he had just fucked me on and showed me his perfect ass and back.
I took the whip in my hand swung it slowly, and then I hit him in the back.
Troy didn't cry out; he didn't say a word.
I swung the whip harder and hit him again.
This time he flinched.
And again.
This time he whimpered.
And again. Even harder this time.
"Fuckin' hell, woman, you're gonna leave a fucking scar."
He had obviously had enough. Red welts showed where the first couple of whips had hit him, but the last one broke skin and there was a deep red line of blood tricking down his back.
I got on my knees and dropped the whip from my hand. I kissed the angry welts on his beautiful back, and licked away the blood from that last one.
"I'm so sorry, Troy, maybe I went a bit far."
Troy turned around and looked at me with his icy blue eyes. He smiled from ear to ear like a madman. I thought for sure that he was going to punish me, and this time I would actually deserve it.
But when he turned around completely I saw that his huge cock was rock hard and standing at attention.
"It worked," he said and laughed. "It fucking worked." Then he leaned in and gave me a deep kiss. He kissed me like I've never been kissed before. I melted completely into him, and was crushed when he finally let go.
"I'm going to bang the shit out of you now." He finally said.
"Yes, please," was all I said.
The next few days were spent in ecstasy and pain. We inflicted pain on each other, but we also gave pleasure to one another as well. I rode his cock fast and hard, and he pounded my pussy in much the same fashion.
We lost each other in one another's bodies. We fucked on pretty much every surface we could find in the house. I was the one who convinced the sadistic billionaire that sex didn't have to be confided to one room in the basement. It was much more fun fucking in the kitchen. The library. By the pool. On the dining room table that would serve guests at the next gathering. One time he was pounding me hard on that big table when one of the servants showed up. They left without a word soon afterwards and both me and Troy laughed our asses off, as we resumed our fucking.
To say that those few days were the best of my life would be an understatement.
One day our carnal adventures were interrupted by an unexpected guest.
Troy went happily to answer after he shot a load down my throat.
He didn’t come back for awhile
so I decided to see what the big deal was. I heard voices in the living room and hid in the shadows and listened.
"You haven't been at work, you haven't called me. What have you been doing this whole week, Troy?" Sarah, the tall blonde I saw him banging twice, sounded pretty desperate. I guess I would be too if I went a whole week without Troy's glorious cock inside me.
"I've been busy," he said gruffly. "I don't have to explain myself to you."
"It's her isn't it? That frumpy secretary of yours? I thought you would have gotten bored of her by now."
"Who are you calling frumpy?" I said as I revealed myself from the shadows. I came over to Troy's side and made a show of putting my hands all over him, showing this bitch whose man he really was.
"Annie? Is that you?" Sarah looked in shock when she saw the barely there clothes I was wearing and my nice hair and makeup. I was no longer the Plain Jane girl I had pretended to be.
"Yup, and Troy is my boyfriend now. We're exclusive. Isn’t that right, Troy-boy?"
Troy flinched at my nickname for him but didn't protest. "It's true, Sarah, Lana is the woman I've been waiting for all these years. We've finally found each other and I couldn’t be happier," he said as he leaned in and gave me a deep kiss right in front of his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend.
"You're a fucking bastard, Troy Ripley! You know that?" Sarah started to cry and it was a pitiful sight. Her makeup was running all over her face. That's why I always went with water-proof. Any girl worth her salt wouldn't make such a rookie mistake.
"I've been told," Troy said and grinned and slapped my ass for good measure. I giggled as I put my arms around his neck. He was touching me all over now. I could feel him hardening beneath the thin silk robe he was wearing.
"Ugh, you two make me sick! I'd say you deserve each other, but we all know you won't last!" Sarah stormed out of the room. "Don't bother calling me when you do!"
Both I and Troy laughed our asses off at that last line.
When she left I looked into his eyes, which seemed full of desire and love now.
"Did you really mean that stuff you said about me? That I'm the woman you've been waiting for all this time?"
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