Domination/submission

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Hope I

My friendship with this woman was real, and the sexual tension between us was real, but for some reason, we never explored our desires. This is the first in a series of stories that help me realize what should have been.

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Pleasing Bill: A Crossdressing Story #2

Sorry to everyone that this took so long to finish but i really wanted to try and make it a good setup for future stories. I already have the next part in mind so hopefully that will cut down on the time. Hope everyone enjoys. <3<3<3

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Master Claims His Pet

There is something oddly erotic about the vampire. Most people can understand this, or there would not be a market for vampire pornography or, the far more common, vampire erotica or other erotica mixed with similar horrific themes. I had never read these stories, and years later when I watched the first fetish video I found it more amusing than arousing. But neither of these setbacks stopped my obsession. I kept it quiet for many months before I confided in my friends. At their looks of horror, I passed my obsession off as momentary in nature, and my friends were relieved and amused at the same time. They had no problem when I graduated high school a virgin. It was not that unusual, although all of my friends had some experience and many were no longer virginal in any way.
I had hoped that my obsession would pass when I got to college, with a campus full of horny frat boys, but I had no such luck. As the months passed, my friends became more and more concerned. I went on many first dates, but felt no ties to any of these boys. I could have gained experience with any of these boys, but refused. I felt nothing toward them. Finally, I resigned myself to perpetual virginity. I wanted nothing to do with these imitations of manhood.
My friends were shocked at first, then began to spend every waking moment changing my mind. I was not to be swayed. They eventually let up, hoping, but no longer assuming that it was simply a phase I was going through.
Again, I graduated a virgin, untouched in every way except for the occasional unsuccessful gropes in the back of the theatre by inexperienced but determined boys from my psychology or English class. I had never even been kissed. My friends had stopped pressuring me, figuring that I was happier with my decision. I got a job as a bilingual legal secretary for a group of real estate lawyers and for the next year lived life relatively happily, even if my day to day life was rather boring and lonely. Even though I sometimes noticed that the lives of my friends were more filled and consisted of far fewer nights at home alone, I never regretted my decision. I seemed to know that I would get nothing out of sex or a relationship.
That changed dramatically when He walked into the office. He was tall with broad shoulders, pale skin that contrasted sharply with his black hair and eyebrows. His eyes were so dark that had I not instinctively known what he was, I would have assumed he used contacts to darken his irises. He had an air of confidence and virility that overwhelmed me. He had an appointment with my boss, so he came up to me, seeming to glide silently across the floor rather than walk. So consumed was I that for several seconds I couldn’t find my voice to ask if I could help him. When I did find my voice I was slightly frightened to use it, fearing that my sudden passion would escape me.
In my silence, he smiled slightly, raising one of his eyebrows slightly. “I have an appointment with Mr. Thomas. Please inform him that I am here, Carol Anne.” He said it softly, but there was a hint of authority that I would never have even considered disobeying. I stood almost without knowing or realizing what I was doing and went to notify my boss that his client had arrived. It wasn’t until he went in to see my boss that I realized that he had known my name, and not just the first name that everyone I knew used to refer to me, but my middle name as well.
I knew then that he was the one I had been waiting for. I hadn’t even known I had been waiting until I saw him. I decided then and there I would have no other. I was relieved not to have been violated. I knew innately that he would not have been pleased had someone touched what was his.
My friends were ecstatic to hear that my decision until they realized the object of my ardor. One of my friends worked at the same office I did and had seen him, albeit not as well as I. They tried once again to sway me away from him, but stopped almost at once. I had become less and less close with all of them over the months, and they seemed to realize that their arguments served to aggravate rather than convince me. The two I remained somewhat close to seemed to feel that at least I would gain some experience in the ways of love, even if it was negative, and assured me that they would help me through the disappointment they were sure would follow. I never told them that if I failed I had no intention of continuing on.
I waited day in and day out for him to arrive again at the office. He had another appointment on Friday. Friday morning I woke up an hour early and tossed and turned for twenty minutes before realizing I couldn’t wait anymore. I got out of bed and tried to eat something, but my stomach wasn’t happy with my selection. I dressed carefully, trying to please. Despite my intuition that told me he wanted me, that he wanted me pure, that he would claim me today, I didn’t know how he wanted me to appear. I didn’t know how he would want me to dress, whether he wanted me to wear makeup, how he would want me to style my hair. After wasting my spare time stressing about the decision, I gave up. I dressed in a simple yet elegant skirt and blouse and opted not to wear jewelry except my small diamond earrings. I wore no makeup and simply brushed my long hair to shininess. I arrived at work early and waited nervously. I was overcome several times by the fear that he would cancel, but somehow made it through the day to lunchtime.
I ate nothing at lunch. My stomach was still nervous and I feared leaving my desk for even a moment and missing his arrival. I was rewarded. Halfway through my lunch hour, he arrived, dressed as impeccably as the first time I had seen him. My heart sped up, but at the same time I found I was unable to breathe. He glided towards me, the smallest of smiles on his lips. He came up to my desk once again and looked down at me.
“I have another appointment, Carol Anne. Please inform him that I have arrived.”
I didn’t have to do as he told me because my boss came out of his office at that moment to greet him personally. My eyes followed them into the office hoping he would glance back at me. He did not.
I got no work done during their meeting. I sat there in a mild state of panic and impatience terrified I had been wrong. Had I simply imagined that he wanted me? Or, even worse, had I displeased him in some way? So great was my fear that I didn’t hear him open the door after an hour and leave the office, although he could have snuck up on me without my fear if he so chose. I jumped slightly when he spoke in my ear. His voice was still soft; his breath was oddly cool against my skin.
“Have you saved yourself for me, Carol Anne?” His lips brushed my ear as he said it and one of his hands stroked my hair.
“Yeessss.” It came out as a sigh.
“Yes what, Carol Anne?” There was a slight growl in his voice, but I knew the answer without having to think about it.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” His words made a shiver of pleasurable anticipation run through me. For the first time in my life, there was a burning need between my legs. He had walked in front of my desk and was once again looking down at me. I looked up at him, silently trying to both relay my need to him and beg him to quench the fire. He looked at me in pleased amusement.
“Not yet, my pet, not yet. I will fulfill your needs as you will mine, but you must wait just a short while longer.” A whine escaped my partially opened mouth.
He leaned closer to me. I wanted to move still closer, but his eyes warned me to stay where I was. As he drew nearer to me, I felt the increasingly more familiar feeling that I could no longer breathe. A couple of his pale long fingers touched my lips gently. I kissed them as they danced over my lips.
“Look at me, pet.” I looked up into his dark hypnotic eyes. “I know what you need, and you will wait until I give it to you. Do not disappoint me in this respect. I will know if you did, and will not be pleased.” There was a threat in his voice and eyes that made me tremble.
“No Master. When…”
“Tonight.” He withdrew his fingers, an action that made me whimper. “You will go home after I leave. Dress in what I have left for you there. Meet me at the address I have also left tonight at seven. Do not be late.” He paused and smiled his small smile again. “I would suggest a nap in the interim.”
I watched as he left. The fire that had been licking me at the apex of my thighs had spread into all but the most extreme of my extremities. I whined again softly, only slightly understanding his influence over me, only vaguely understanding what I wanted, no needed, from him. I remembered his promise to fulfill my needs as I would fulfill his. The thought of serving, pleasing him for the rest of my days made me shiver with eagerness.
I followed his instructions. My head cleared slightly without his immediate presence. I told my boss that I was taking the rest of the day off. I had yet taken a single day of leave since beginning to work there, so he was more than willing to let me leave. He gave me a look of vague concern, seeming to believe only too well my story that I was not feeling well.
I went home, and found, not to my surprise, there was a long black dress with matching heels. I felt the fabric of the dress and found it to be of the softest of silk. It dipped low in the front, which would accentuate my cleavage. A slit ran up the right side of the dress. It ran up so high that when I put on the dress the slit would probably reach my upper thigh. Although the fire within me had dampened slightly since leaving the office, seeing and feeling his choice of my clothing caused it to burn up as brightly as it had when he was standing directly in front of me.
I did as he suggested and lay down for a nap after finally eating my lunch. After my nap, I showered carefully and brushed through my hair. He had supplied a pair of panties, but no bra, so I simply went without. Again, I chose not to wear make up or jewelry. I did look myself over in the mirror before leaving and was happy with the overall effect.
I arrived at the address indicated at two minutes before seven. Had I not driven some fifteen minutes earlier through town, I would have guessed that I had been through a time warp. The house that rose up in front of me seemed more accurately described as a manor. It was made of dark stone and the architectural details reminded me of gothic cathedrals. As I stepped out of my car, I was greeted by an older gentleman in a suit who asked me for my purse and car keys, stating that I would not need them. As stupid as it may have seemed, I handed both over to the gentleman, who bowed slightly and gestured me toward the front doors, which opened seemingly by themselves. I was almost surprised not to see the room lit by torches lined along the walls, but the manor seemed to have all modern conveniences.
A small woman also dressed professionally met me at the door. She silently beckoned me to follow her, which I did, my heart starting to race again. She led me down a long, dark hallway. I heard a piano playing in the distance, a dark piece filled with minor chords that seemed perfect to fill the dark hall I was walking through. Finally the woman stopped in front of a door. The music was louder here, leading me to believe that it was coming from the other side of this door. I pictured him sitting at a grand piano just feet away from me, which felt myself go weak in the knees. The fire within me flared up again.
She knocked on the door and left me there. The music stopped and I heard him call out in his soft voice, “Come in.”
I slowly opened the door and walked in. He stood as I did so, turning away from the piano and towards me. He picked up a glass of dark red wine and took a sip from it as he looked me up and down. I looked away and felt a blush rise to my cheeks under his scrutiny. He lowered his glass.
“Lovely, Carol Anne. But not complete, not quite.” I looked up at him, thinking he was angry or displeased. He was still smiling, however. He lowered his glass to the table sitting beside the piano and turned to pick something up from the same table. With his back turned towards me, he asked me to move closer.
I obeyed, walking up to him until he could, if he turned, have reached out and touched me. He finally did turn and I noticed what he had in his hands. It was a beautiful, black collar.
“Turn around and lift your hair.” When I had, I felt his hand dance upon my neck. I whined in pleasure. Finally, I felt the cool leather of his collar upon my neck as he attached it. He used the collar to turn me to face him. He looked me over for a moment.
“Yessss,” he hissed before lowering his mouth to mine. His lips massaged my own. As his hands ran down my body, stopping to examine my breasts and then moving down to my hips, I desperately wanted to reach up and touch him, but didn’t dare without permission. Finally, when I felt that the fire within me had reached an unbearable level, I felt him pull me into his body. His torso was hard with his muscles and as he pulled me closer to him I felt his hard erection press against my belly. Even clothed I could tell it was quite large and could feel it throbbing against me.
Suddenly, he pulled away from my mouth and let his lips trail down to my neck just above my new collar. He kissed at my neck before finally biting into it and gently sucking at me. I let out a cry as pleasurable convulsions raced through my body for the first time in my life. The feelings slowly subsided and I fell against him, no longer able to sustain my own weight.
He picked me up and effortlessly threw me over his shoulder. “Now, Carol Anne, I think you’re more than ready for me.”
“Master, I’ve been ready for you for years,” I answered him. Although I could not see his face, I heard him chuckle for the first time.
He carried me through the manor. It was such a large place that I lost track of where we were going. We went up two different flights of stairs and down several halls before he finally opened a large and ornate door. This room was apparently his bedroom. There was furniture in the room and decorations along the dark walls, but the only thing that really caught my attention was the four-poster bed in the middle of the room.
It was the largest bed I’d ever seen. It was covered in dark red and black sheets and blood red curtains hung around each of the four posters of the bed. He tossed me onto the middle of the bed, where I bounced slightly. He stood there watching me, an obvious bulge in his pants. I trembled slightly under his scrutiny.
“Get over here and undress me, Carol Anne.” Now that we were in his bedroom, his voice was rougher, more demanding. I rolled over and crawled to him despite my long dress, although I was greatly helped by the long slit up one side. I stopped at the foot of the bed, and knelt there, reaching up to start undoing the buttons on his black dress shirt, exposing his pale but muscular chest. I whimpered slightly as I slid the shirt off his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss the chest, looking up as I did so hoping to find evidence of approval. He raised an eyebrow at me, but didn’t stop me, so I continued my kisses until he stepped back, motioning me off the bed. I stood in front of him as he pulled my dress over my head, allowing my breasts to fall free. His hands brushed over them for a moment before reaching my collar. He pulled down on my collar until I was on my knees in front of him.
I nuzzled for a moment against the bulge in his pants before bending over to remove his shoes and socks. When they had joined his discarded shirt I finally reached up to reveal what I needed most. With fingers trembling from excitement, I undid his belt.
“Hand the belt to me, Carol Anne.”
I looked up at him quickly, a mixture of excitement and fear filling me. I carefully pulled his belt from his belt loops and offered it to him. He looked two fingers under my collar and raised me up before bending me at the waist over his bed. He ran his fingers over the black lace that covered my ass.
“I must say, Carol Anne, that for the most part I have been most pleased with you and your behavior, both before and after having met you in person. I knew I’d chosen well, but you have proven this to be beyond a doubt.” I felt a smile spread across my face. I somehow knew that he would rarely praise me, so hearing it now made my heart swell.
“However,” he continued, and I felt my smile fall from my face, “you are not to touch or kiss me without my permission. And while, yes, I could have stopped you, I feel it is most prudent for you to learn as quickly as possible the consequence for disobedience.” With that I felt his belt land on my ass. I jumped slightly, surprised by how much it hurt. I whimpered and held tight onto the sheets as he continued raining blows on my ass. At fifteen, he stopped. He dropped his belt and rubbed my reddened cheeks far more gently than I expected. Again he used my collar to stand me up facing him.
“That is just a taste of how I will handle disobedience. You have been warned. Now finish what you started.” I hesitated for the slightest of moments before realizing he wanted me to finish undressing him. Once again, I fell to my knees and was awarded with a slight smile. I reached up and finally undid his pants, unzipped the zipper and finally pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal what I wanted so badly. It was rock hard, throbbing slightly, and pointing at me. I whined slightly, dying to reach out and feel for him, but not daring for fear of repercussions. He watched in amusement as I tried to silently beg for more.
Suddenly, he grabbed at me, throwing me once more on the bed. This time he followed crawling so that he was over me. He stayed there for a moment looking at me before moving. When he did move, it was to place my arms over my head and produce a rope seemingly from nowhere. He used it to tie my arms together then to part of the headboard. Then he moved back, parting my legs and settling himself between them.
“Let’s see how ready you are, pet,” he said as he slowly removed my panties. He looked pleased, but not surprised to find me soaking wet. My panties had been soaked through, moistening my thighs with my lubrication. He gently spread my lower lips and examined my dripping insides.
“You are intact, my pet.” He stroked from my pussy lips up to my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me despite how light his touch was. I whined, loving his attention, but needing so much more. He smirked at me.
“What do you want, Carol Anne?”
“I want more,” I whispered.
“More? Well, in that case…” he said, and then lowered his head to my left breast. He lightly nipped, sucked and licked at the breast and nipple for some time before moving to the other, not stopping his light stroking of my pussy. I continued my whining, for the first time struggling against the ties of my arms. Finally, he raised his head and smirked at me again.
“Is something the matter, Carol Anne? I thought you wanted more?”
“Oh, Master, that feels wonderful. But…”
“But you want even more?” I nodded desperately. “Tell me what you need, Carol Anne. Be specific.”
I whimpered for a moment before answering. “I need you to fuck me.” I barely whispered the words. He smiled down at me
“What was that?”
“I need you to fuck me.” I said it louder this time.
“What?”
“Oh, please just fuck me!” I almost shouted the plea.
He complied, thrusting himself fully into me in one hymen-shattering stroke with a combination of a growl and snarl escaping from him. I screamed, arching my back at the pain. He stayed still for a moment before he started his rhythmic thrusts into me. There was nothing gentle about his claiming of me, but I had neither expected nor, despite the pain, wanted gentleness from him. With tears falling from my eyes, I simply waited for the pain to fade as I had been told it would by my experienced friends.
He never slowed his thrusts, but he did lean into my ear, his breaths slightly labored, but still cool against my skin. “The pain will fade, Carol Anne, and all the pleasure you need will follow.” I nodded, unable to speak. But I knew he was right, not because of the tales I had heard, but because the pain was already starting to fade. It took some time to become bearable, although it never fully went away, largely because he got rougher when he realized my initial pain fading. It only served to heighten my pleasure. Soon I was meeting his thrusts with ardor.
We continued our impassioned battle for some time. Moans and whimpers escaped me, intermixed with groans and hisses of pleasure from him. Tears continued to fall from my eyes, no longer from the pain but from the ecstasy that threatened to burst within me. It was stronger than anything I’d felt before, so much stronger than the orgasm I’d experience at his brief feeding earlier. As the pleasure exploded within me, he leaned down to bite into my neck again, sucking more deeply than he had before. Between the pleasure within me and the pleasure caused by his suckling I threatened to lose consciousness. I fought to maintain awareness, but as he suddenly stiffened above me, thrust deeply into me once more, and let out a low growl as he finally released his seeds within me, I lost my battle and faded from the world.

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Demon Overlord Lucifer Part II

Here’s Part 2!
Chapter 2: I’m the Demon Overlord!
When I came to, I was in my room. My eyes slowly opened, revealing my surroundings. I looked up and saw a girl’s face right up to mine. It took me a second to realize my position. I was laying down on a lap pillow. I slowly got up and scratched my head.
“Good Morning Master,” The girl said.
“Mornin’,” I replied. I looked at her, and saw she was bare naked. “This must be a dream,” I said to myself.
“You’re not dreaming, Master.” She replied.
“Oh?” I moved my hand and groped her left breast. It was probably somewhere in the high C’s, but regardless, she gave no reaction. “So it isn’t then…” I removed my hand from her breast and rested it on my knee. “So, I’ve become the overlord huh?”
“You have,” She assured me. “Have you finally come to Lucifer?” My pendant glowed.
“Huh? Oh, Old man.” I was slightly startled but settled down. “Wait. Why’d you go and stab me?!” I remembered the prior events.”Oh, apologies for surprising you like that. See, I had to remove you from your human body so you could be placed inside a demon body. Everything is the same and before, but you can change what you want via your slave.”
“Oh, I see.” I looked at the girl and asked her, “So, what’s your name?”
“I have none yet, I am awaiting your decision for my name.” She replied.
“Oh right, uh… let me think…” I scratched my head and thought. “Lilith Seras.”
“Are you sure Master?” She tilted her head and asked.
“Yup.”
“Very well, I will be known as Lilith Seras from now on.” “Oh, boy, I already explain everything to your parents, so I’m sure they’ll want to talk with you.” The pendant glowed again.
“Oh, this’ll be enjoyable…” I said. “Alright, Lilith, we can continue this later, I’m going to go talk with my parents, mind staying in here for the time being?”
“As you wish Master.” She bowed her head.
I got up from the bed and exited the room. I closed the door behind me and went down the stairs. On my way down, I noticed the light in the living room was open. Tch, are they waiting for me? I thought. I reached the bottom of the stairs and entered the living room. Sitting on the couch were my mom and dad, and on the chair next to it was my sister. As I entered, my dad stood up.
“Lucifer, I’m proud to be your father.” He came over and patted me on the shoulder. My mom was on the couch with her hands together with a happy smile on her face. My sister looked indifferent.
“Yeah, yeah, It’s great and all. Are we done?” I shrugged my dad off.
“Oh come now son, this is a big day!” My mom spoke up.
“Congratulations.” My sister looked away and crossed her arms.
“The Klyne family finally has the throne. I never thought this day would come…” My dad looked happier than the rest of my family. “However son, you’re going to have to move out.”
“Huh?! Why?” I was confused at my Dad’s statement.
“Well, you see, you don’t really have a need for us anymore, and you have a slave to do your every bidding, having us family around could ‘impede’ you.”
I saw what my dad was hinting at, and felt a little embarrassed by it. “Fine, fine, I’ll grab my stuff and go elsewhere.” I turned around and was about to start walking.”No need to worry boy, everything is already ready to go, and preparations at your new apartment are already made.” The pendant was talking again.
“Oh. Okay.” I was surprised at what has been done in the short amount of time. “Well then, I’ll go collect my slave and we’ll be off.” I waved off and went back upstairs. I opened my door and entered my room. I noticed that Lilith hadn’t moved from her spot, except to rotate herself so she faced me.
“Welcome back Master.” She bowed her head.
“I see you haven’t moved much.” I shot off a rhetorical statement. I opened my closet, and found a pair of skinny pants and a white shirt. Well, better than nothing… I thought. I grabbed the clothes and tossed them at Lilith. “Here, put them on. We can’t have you walking out in the street naked.”
She bowed, acknowledging my order and unbuttoned the shirt and put it on, then sliding the pants up her legs. She pulled the shirt from under the pants and buttoned it up all the way.
“Actually, unbutton the top three buttons.” I smiled and scratched my head.
She simply complied and unbuttoned the top three, just enough to see her cleavage. Yes! I thought.”Hoh, so you’re like ‘that’,” the pendant spoke in my head.
“Shut it old man.” I told him in my mind. I looked at Lilith and told her, “Let’s go.” She bowed and got up from the bed and followed me out the door. We made our way downstairs where my family was waiting for me. They were all smiling. I was unsure if they were happier about me becoming demon overlord or that I was leaving the house.
“Take good care of our son Lucifer.” My parents were talking to the pendant.
“Will do, I’ll be sure to whip him into the greatest overlord!” The pendant’s voice sounded excited.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s go already.” I walked towards the door and opened it. “Come Lilith.” I ordered her. She complied and followed me out the door. We left the yard and outside there was a limo waiting for us. The driver got out and greeted me and Lilith. He grabbed my bags and put them in the trunk. He walked over to the door nearest me and opened it, gesturing us to get in. We got in the limo and soon were off to our new home. “Well, while we are on our way to your new place, I guess this would be a good time to explain the perks, duties, and responsibilities of Overlord” The pendant was glowing and talking in my mind.”Oh, the annoying part…” I thought to myself.”Oh deal with it.” The pendant continued on, “Allow me to explain the perks. Firstly, and possibly the most dangerous, you give off a ‘charm’ that is able to turn just about any girl on.”
The idea stopped me. “Really? For Real?””Yes, you might notice it quickly, but girls will be more attracted to you, so be careful. Secondly, you must pick a wife companion, who will be loyal to you for eternity. She can be your slave, or another girl in this realm who you fancy. Thirdly, your intellect and strength is far greater than that of an average human’s, now that you have a demon’s body. Finally, you are able to cast magic, however, you must take courses to develop your skills further. Now then, those are the perks.””Sounds pretty good.””Oh, but this is just the beginning, it’s time for your duties now. First, being Overlord, you are in complete control of Hell and all of its resources. It’s up to you to decisively manage as necessary. Of course, you won’t be alone on this, as I have set up Ministers that’ll assist you in your decisions and such. Second, you cannot neglect your school, so you must attend as necessary. Thirdly, you must select four generals from people in either the Demon Realm or this realm. And finally, you have to manage the military, as you see fit for combat against the Angelic Realm.””W-Wait, Angels?!””Yes, Like demons, they exist, and we often have skirmishes between them. They also exist in the Human realm, so do be cautious as your life can be at risk at any moment. Please do take care.””Yeah yeah, will do.” Soon enough, the Limo came to a stop and the driver said we had arrived. He exited the limo and opened the door for us to get out. As soon as I got out, I was a little surprised. The house wasn’t quite a massive manor, but its size was still impressive. “Woah. Are you serious?””I am. A place like this is only fitting for a Demon Lord. Now go, your ministers are waiting inside.”
I walked towards the entrance, with Lilith following closely behind. When I reached the door, it was opened from the inside, giving me easy entrance. I walked in and said, “I’m Home…”
“Welcome home our Lord!” Four men were waiting inside, they were all tall, and had small horns poking out their foreheads.
“Oh, what’s going on?” I asked them.
“We are your Ministers, I am Zagan, the Minister of Internal Affairs.” Said the one of the right-most place. He was tall, slender, light red skin and long pale white hair.
“I am Apollyon, Minister of Military Affairs,” The next one down the line said. He was tall, slightly more stout, and had short brown hair.
“I am Astaroth, Minister of Economic Affairs,” The next one said. He was tall, thin, and had glasses and long black hair.
“And I am Thamuz, Minister of Foreign Affairs,” The final one said. He was shorter than the rest, and stouter than the rest.
“Ah, I’m Lucifer Asmoedeus, new Overlord of hell, I’ll be counting on you.” I spoke lazily.
“Yes Sir!” They saluted me.
“Well, If you’ll excuse me, I’m going up to my room to rest, school and shit tomorrow, y’know.”
“Yes Sir! We Hope you sleep well!” They all said at once.
“Come Lilith.” I motioned her to follow me.
“Yes Master.” She spoke softly.
We made our way upstairs, and found large double doors, which I assumed was the entrance to my room. I opened the doors and entered a large room with a large king-sized bed. The floor was complete marble with a shine to it, the bed’s frame was made of gold and silk sheets covered the bed. Lilith closed the door behind us and I ran and jumped onto the bed. It was really comfortable, I could feel it forming to my shape.
“If you don’t mind Master, if there is anything unsatisfactory with me that you would like to change, please let me know now…” She made her way to the bed and sat down on it.
“Oh, that’s right…” I thought for a bit. “Alright, make the following adjustments: First, Long Platinum blonde hair with bangs covering one of your eyes. Second, vivid blue eyes. Third, Slender profile, minimize body fat, Slender waist and hips. Third, adjust your breasts to a 40 DD. Fourth, adjust your height to 5’8″. Finally, give yourself a somewhat shy/reserved personality.”
“Yes master, right away.” She made a triangle with her hands and she began to glow. Her body was morphing itself into a different form. Within ten seconds, her body fully adjusted to my requested adjustments.
“Good, now take off your clothes.” I ordered.
“Y-yes master…” She blushed and looked away as she unbuttoned her shirt and slid off her pants. “Oh-hoh! You have good tastes boy!” The pendant glowed and spoke.
“Shut up old geezer.” I took the pendant and put in it a drawer. “Now then…” I took off my pants and shirt and laid down on the bed, slowly raising my hips. “Take it off.”
“Yes Master…” She grabbed the top of my boxers and slid them down, revealing my erect cock. It was about eight inches long.
“Stroke it.” I ordered.
“Y-Yes Master…” She blushed and grabbed my shaft with her delicate hands. She awkwardly stroked it up and down, and I began to moan. I just remembered that she was fresh, so it made sense that she was having an awkward time with it. I shrugged the thought off and enjoyed the service she was giving me. The more she did it, the more she got into it, and the less awkward it was for her.
“I see you learn fast. That’s good.” I smirked.
“Thank you Master…” She was really flustered, I couldn’t hold myself back. I grabbed her head and forced her mouth on my dick. She at first was surprised, but she quickly accepted what was going on and went along with it. I moved her head back and forth on my cock, her tongue working on my cock from the inside, wrapping around it and her lips stroked the skin on my cock.
I grunted and spoke up, “Agh, Here it comes…!” I moved her head faster, syncing my hips with her head to maximize the penetration. Soon enough, I reached my climax and exploded my load down her throat. She squealed a bit due to surprise and her eyes widened for a second. “Make sure to swallow all of it…” I ordered her. She began gulping it down, taking special care to not spill any of it, regardless, she couldn’t keep up with the amount of cum flowing, so some of it leaked out the sides of her mouth. Within five seconds, she finished gulping down all the cum. She slowly slid her lips off my dick, sucking up all the remaining cum. She was breathing heavily, and her face was really flustered. “Was it good?” I asked her.
“It was… Delicious Master… Thank you for your generous offering…” She spoke between her heavy breaths.
“Offering?” I was confused by her wording.
“Yes, us types of demons obtain our energy from the seed of men.”
“Ah, so it’s like your food?”
“Yes…”
“I see… Well then, I’ll be sure to give you plenty more food. Enjoy your meal!” I grabbed her and picked her up and placed her above my cock, which was still at its peak hardness.
“U-Um… I’m still a virgin…” She looked away, embarrassed.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it!” I smiled happily. I moved my cock so it was in the proper position for penetration then grabbed her hips and slammed them down on my cock. She rocked her head back and opened her mouth, wanting to scream, but no voice came out. She went wide-eyed, from the sudden pain and pleasure of my cock. She was stunned by this first moved so I had to move for her. I started out slow, moving my hips up and down, my cock rubbing up and down her pussy. Slowly, Lilith regain her awareness, and began moaning. “Oh, welcome back Lilith!”
“Ah… Master… There… Ah.. It feels so good!” She couldn’t hold back her mindless moaning and rambling.
“Haha, enjoying it, Lilith?” I asked her, slightly laughing.
“Yes!… feels… good!”
“Haha, then how about this?” I reached up and grabbed her tits and began groping them as she was bouncing up and down my cock. I moved my hands in circles, and played with her nipples, flicking them, pinching them, and twisting them. She gave off cute moans here and there, leaking of lust. I pulled her in close and kissed her deeply and passionately. Our lips locked and our tongues met, fiercely twirling around each other. Every now and then we broke contact to catch our breath, but soon enough, we’d get back right into it. I grabbed her by the waist and picked her up. I rotated her around so her back was facing me, and I stood up. I thrusted her down onto my cock and moved my hips back and forth. My cock was rubbing the ‘front’ wall of her pussy and slightly bulged out of her crotch. I could tell this pleasured her even more by the expression on her face. It was hard to describe, but Lilith was completely engulfed in pleasure. Her tongue started hanging out of her mouth, and her eyes began rolling back. her head tilted back and her moans became soundless. “Ahh… Here it comes again!” I thrusted harder and faster until my final climax where I pounded her down as hard a possible, ensuring full penetration. My seed gushed forth, exploding into her pussy, overflowing and flowing out her pussy. Lilith’s body went limp, from exhaustion. I pulled her off my cock and laid her down on the bed.
“I-I’m sorry Master… I my body gave out just now…” She was panting, limp and exhausted. I laid down next to her a cuddled up to her. “Master is warm…” She smiled and returned the embrace.
“Lilith, can I ask a favor from you?” I asked her.
“A-anything for you Master…”
“Mind waking me up at 7am or so?”
“Yes Master.”
I kissed her and she smiled. Soon enough she fell asleep.”You’re a real beast huh, boy?” The pendant again.”And you’re a real pain in the ass old man.” I returned his comment.”Haha, you’re tongue is sharp boy.” He Laughed. “But listen, with Lilith being your slave and all, she’s going to be with you at all times. Aside from sex, she is also skilled in combat, should any angels ever be knocking on your door. Which is why She’s transferring to your school””Eh?””That’s right, look forward to being with her.””Eh, I guess so.””Well, sleep well Lucifer.””You too old man.”
And with that statement I fell asleep.

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It had been over two weeks since my horrible experience. With time, I had grown to accept what had happened. Although I felt used, I had definitely invited it on myself. I didn’t know anything about the guy, and even after insulting me and telling me he was in a relationship, I still begged him to let me suck his cock. I knew I wouldn’t be going after him again.
My life was returning to normal, I wasn’t experiencing the intense desires to dress up that I had recently. I had put away my clothes and make up, and even started going out into town, trying to pick up women.
However, much to my dismay, I found every attempt to be unsuccessful. When flirting, I wanted the women to be coming on to me, complimenting me, not the other way around. I didn’t feel lusted after, and I didn’t have the desire or energy to lust after them. This continued for nearly another month before an unexpected event happened.
I was out at a club with my friends, sitting around drinking when a figure walked passed the corner of my eye. At first I let the figure pass on by, but as he entered the center of my vision, I noticed it was my first pizza delivery man. I must have made an excited face, as a couple of my friends began to ask me what was going on.
“What’s the deal? See a hot chick?” My friend Drake mocked.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch Chris. What the fuck you looking at anyway?” Darren chimed in.
I finally snapped out of my dreamy gaze into reality. “Uh, nothing, just drifting off.” I explained hesitantly.
“You sure you’re not eyeing that fat piece of man ass at the bar?’ Drake exclaimed, much to the chagrin of our table.
I tried my hardest to laugh it off, but I could feel my face become beat red with embarrassment.
“Fuck off.” Was all I managed to reply.
The group had one final laugh, and we continued on with our night. But I couldn’t help but look out of the corner of my eye and see what he was up to. He was at the bar alone, occasionally building up the nerve to talk to women, but always getting shot down. He was obviously getting distressed, as every girl he approached left after a few minutes of talking.
“You hear us Chris? We’re going to another bar.” Darren yelled at me.
“What. Uh, Sorry. I’m pretty tired. I think I’m gonna head home. I got called in to work tomorrow morning.” I lied.
My friends seemed to buy the excuse as we said our goodbyes and they left. I started walking to the exit, when I was suddenly overcome by a desire to go to the bar. I sat down at an empty bar stool next to him, my heart racing, and struck up conversation. “Rough night?” I asked.
He looked me dead in the eyes, I was terrified he would recognize me. Luckily, he laughed saying, “If picking up chicks were a sports, I’d be winless.”
I laughed, enjoying his ability to laugh at himself. “Everyone has night’s they strike out. It just makes it that much better when we get the home run.” I said, trying to cheer him up.
“No, I wouldn’t just be winless tonight. Every time I step to the plate, I strike out.” He said, his smile fading.
I couldn’t believe what he had just said. Was he admitting to being a virgin? Was my blowjob the most action he’s ever gotten. “Really? Never?” I asked, trying not to seem to excited.
He started to laugh again. “I’ve been thrown out at first man, that’s how pathetic I am. What’s even funnier,
I’ve never been to first, but I lucked into a triple a couple weeks ago. The defense made some errors and next thing I know I’m happily on third.” He was obviously drunk; as he laughed uproariously the longer he spoke. His face was red, but he clearly was enjoying himself.
I couldn’t help but laugh back. If he only knew who he was talking to. Being a sports fan, the analogy made it even better. I couldn’t believe he had never made out with a girl, and I had given him a blow job!
“So how was it, getting to third?” I asked him slyly.
“Fucking heaven man, you probably know all about it, but it was fucking heaven. You probably won’t believe me, the few friends I told didn’t, but this chick was a total dime. 10/10. Perfect lips and the tightest ass you’ve ever seen. I’m on pizza delivery, and when she can’t afford to tip me, she practically begs to suck me off. I thought I was on some T.V. show, or this was some sort of reality TV porn show. I have no idea what was in it for her, she probably hates herself for it, but it was one of the best night’s of my life.” He said, not even really talking to himself. He laughed a bit more and finished off his beer.
I couldn’t help but blush, his description of what happened was one of the best compliment’s I had ever received, even if he didn’t know he was giving me one. I immediately felt confident in my looks again, especially my ass. I wanted to show it off to him right then, but I smartly contained myself.
“That good huh? You get that ass? You ever see her again?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Of course not! She was probably horny, or trying to get revenge on a cheating ex. I’ll never see her again.
And I was lucky to get a blow job, there’s no way she wants a fat ugly fuck like me on top of her.” He said, laughing, but clearly believing what he was saying.
“Well, that sounds amazing. Maybe you’ll get lucky again.” I was talking more to myself than him. I wanted to jump his bones right there in the bar, I had never felt so desired.
“Fat chance, excuse the pun. Good things never happen to me, especially not twice. Nice to meet you, my names, Sam. Thanks for the talk….”.
“I’m Chris.” We shook hands, and with that, he left.
I had to stay seated for a couple more minutes, as my cock was standing at full attention. I had loved our conversation, he seemed kind and funny, and the way he talked about my alter ego made my knees weak.
Even without seeing me, the look in his eyes was that of amazement and desire.
I got home and immediately had to masturbate to ease my horniness. I passed out and got some of the best sleep in my life. I woke up, eager and excited. I spent the day at work, constantly thinking of Sam and how he probably used the memory of me while touching himself. I was finally sent home for the day and rushed home. With a quick stop by the pizza store to see if Sam was working. Much to my delight, he was. I made another stop at Lovers, getting a few things I thought I might need.
I dolled myself up, getting in my skirt and blouse. Putting on my long, dark-haired wig. Applying my makeup and shaving my body head to toe. I even put on some lipstick, trying to give them some extra pop. I practiced my voice, as well as my moans, for the next 30 minutes. Really making sure I could pull off the whole package. Feeling more confident then ever, I called up the shop. But this time, I asked if Sam could be my driver, making up the excuse that he was very kind and got my food there quickest. I admired myself once more in the mirror, amazed at the mirage of cleavage my bra and tap created. I turned and glanced at my ass, plump and full. My narcissism was cut off though by the sound of the doorbell.
I casually walked towards the door, making him wait.
I opened it and smiled coyly at him. “Wow you got here fast.” I said, winking.
“When I saw the address, I got here as fast as humanly possible.” He said, panting. He had run to the car. His excitement only turned me on more.
“Well how much do I owe you?”
“Pizza’s on me, I’m gonna pay for it when I get back.” He said nervously, obviously attempting to charm me. He took a step inside.
I put my hand on his chest, “where do you think you’re going big guy?” I said jokingly, surprised at his forwardness.
“Uh…I…I don’t know…last time…” He was starting to sweat, his face was glowing red. He turned to leave and looked like he wanted to run here.
I grabbed his hand as he turned and pulled him inside. “Get your fat sexy ass in here.” I whispered jokingly.
He looked sad at my comment at first, but what I was about to do made up for it. Now, I really had no interest in kissing guys. Before, my sole interest in guys’ was their cocks. Nothing more. But with Sam, I wanted to rock his world. I slammed the door shut behind him, shoved him against the wall, and gave him the most passionate kiss of my life. He was clearly inexperienced, as his lips engulfed mine, smacking and moving a bit to much. I bit his lower lip, trying to calm him down, but it only excited him more. I felt his tongue part my lips, finding mine. He began to flick his against mine, and I tried to match by gently messaging his. He began to really shove his tongue down my throat, my mouth completely immersed in his. It wasn’t the most skilled kiss in my life, but god damn if it wasn’t the most enthusiastic. Even better, I could feel his cock get fully erect in his pants. It was pressing against me, dying to get out. I put one hand on his belly and slowly untucked his shirt. I grasped his stomach and then slowly led it down to his pants. I put my hand under his boxers and eventually found his dick. Although not the biggest, it certainly had girth.
The best part was how I could feel it throbbing in my hand, hot.
He gasped and we broke our kiss. I slowly got down to my knees, making sure to kiss his stomach as I went down. I pulled down his pants and gently kissed the head of his cock. Holy hell did I miss it. Not just cock, I was surprised at how I knew it was his cock I missed. I opened my mouth and let the head of his cock slip in my mouth. It was salty and sweaty from work, but I didn’t care one bit. He gently grabbed the back of my head, but didn’t press down at all. He wasn’t trying to force me into anything, he was enjoying the ride.
I began to use my tongue more, wrapping it around his cock, slowly licking his head. “Baby, I think I’m close.” He whispered. I immedieatley stopped.
“Oh no you don’t” I commanded. I got to my feet and gave him one more kiss.
“Do you not want me to?” He asked sadly.
I began to kiss his ear and said, “Oh no, I do, just not there.” My cock got harder when I saw his jaw drop and knees buckle.
“What, what do you mean.” He stuttered.
“What do you think it means?” I asked teasingly.
“I don’t know.” He said, with a seemingly defeated tone.
I was confused, I thought he would jump at the opportunity. Instead he seemed to want to stop and leave.
He broke the silence, but with surprising words. “Why are you doing this? I’m fat, and ugly. Girls like you have been laughing at me my whole life. What’s your motive.” He asked genuinely.
Luckily I had a lie ready. “I have my reasons for wanting guys like you. I don’t get intimate, or date people anymore. One of my exes was really aggressive and ended up scaring me in a fight in some intimate places. So I don’t let just anyone be with me. Now, I’ll admit, I’m attracted to you because your not conventionally attractive. But the way you look at me, and want me, makes you sexy, and makes me feel sexy. I saw the way you looked at my ass the first time I turned around. That look, not of lust or wanting to fuck me, but amazement and desire, that’s what I want in a man.”
My response seemed to satisfy him. He was no longer sad, or wanting to leave. “You do have an amazing ass.” Was all he managed to say.
“Well after the look you gave it, you deserve a chance to fuck it if you want.” I said bluntly.
He couldn’t even talk, instead, he only nodded his head.
“But, you need to do something for me.” I added sternly.
“Anything.” He answered immediately.
“Because of my scars, you need to be blindfolded, and handcuffed.” I kissed him and played with his cock as I said it, hoping to convince him.
“Anything. But, I haven’t done this before…” I cut him off before he could finish. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the work, you just focus on my tight ass around your cock.” I grabbed his arm and lead him to the bedroom.
I grabbed the bag from lovers and pulled out two pairs of hand cuffs and a blindfold. I stripped him naked and laid him down on the bed. His stomach was much bigger than I expected, but I really didn’t care. He was clearly self conscious and couldn’t look me in the eye. Trying to calm his nerves I kissed his stomach all over before kissing him on the lips once more. I whispered into his ear, “I’m gonna turn around and I want you to check out that ass one last time. Picture yourself inside it. Remember I’m the one who wanted you and started all this. I need YOUR dick in my ass.” I got up and turned around, bending over for him. I picked up the blindfold and put it on him. I then grabbed each of the handcuffs and cuffed him to my bedframe. Confident he was blind and without use of his arms, I stripped down. I taped my rock hard cock to my chest, not wanting it to move around and hit him during sex. Before initiating anything, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my ass, allowing him to get a squeeze.
“I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world.” He exclaimed.
Enjoying his compliment, I got on the bed and began to blow him again, covering every inch of his cock in my saliva. I made sure he was rock hard before getting my ass lubed up. I applied a generous amount and climbed on him. I slide his cock between my cheeks, teasing him as much as possible. I put one hand on his stomach, leaned down and kissed him. With the other hand, I reached behind me and grabbed the head of his cock. I placed it right against my asshole. I hadn’t been fucked there in 6 years, and I knew it was going to be tight. I slowly pressed back against him. The head of his cock slowly penetrating me. He was only centimeters inside me, but he was already moaning with delight. I stopped and applied more lube before trying again. This time, his first inch slid in me easily. It was more than I anticipated and I groaned with a combination of pain and pleasure. I laid there for a second, getting accustomed to the throbbing member now inside me. When the pain subsided, I slowly started to slide down. First two inches, then three, and finally all 5 inches of his throbbing cock were penetrating me. With all of him inside me, I began to slowly grind my hips back and forth. The pressure on my prostate was overwhelming, I moaned my most girlish moans for him. I was in heaven.
“I’m in heaven.” He yelled. “Jesus Christ your so fucking tight.
Not wanting to cum all over him, I stopped grinding back and forth and began to move up and down. He clearly enjoyed this more, as I could see him fighting against his handcuffs.
I moved down to kiss him as I bounced my cock up an down on him. I started slowly, but as his groans grew louder, my movements became faster.
“You’re so fucking hot and hard. I’ve never wanted something as badly as I’ve wanted your cock in my tight ass.” I whispered in his ear. “Now, I need your cum more than anything. I beg of you.” I kissed him once more and began to move as fast as possible. I could feel my asshole expanding and contracting with every inch of him I took. Towards the top, my asshole constricted, his girth getting smaller. But as I went back down, I could feel it expanding as I needed to take his wide base.
“Here I come!” He yelled in pure ecstasy.
I kissed him as he did. I made sure that the moment I felt him coming I had taken every inch of him inside me. I wanted his cum as deep in me as possible. Our kiss grew more passionate the longer he came. It felt as if he hadn’t come in years. I felt his cock engorge as he shot at least a dozen spurts of his cum in my ass. I could feel him filling me up, and it nearly made me cum. I was moaning in absolute pleasure, fighting off every urge in the world to cum. I honestly orgasmed without cumming, my legs trembling, my ass clenched and hole tightening around him. I laid on him, my hips arched so he wouldn’t feel my cock. I was panting, absolutely exhausted but pleased. I kissed him one last time before getting off him.
I saw just a bit of his cum on his cock, and I had an overwhelming urge to lick it off him. There was no way I was letting one drop of his cum go to waste, it all needed to be inside me. I deep throated him one last time, using my tongue to lick off any cum I felt. I didn’t even care it had just been in my ass, I needed his cum.
“God you’re a sexy slut.” He exclaimed. My actions turning him on as he remained hard.
I got dressed and uncuffed him, taking off the blindfold as well.
“I see you’re still hard, next time though. I don’t want you to get fired.”
“Holy fuck I’m on the clock!” He yelled and frantically got dressed.
We walked to the door and he was about to leave, before he turned around. “I didn’t mean to fuck you and leave, or call you a slut. I’m so sorry.” He seemed genuinely concerned, which turned me on even more.
I kissed him and told him, “I’m your slut, don’t apologize. And I’ll be ordering a lot of pizza from you Sam. Please slap my ass before you go.” I bent over the table and yelped with delight as he spanked me. He pulled me into him and kissed me before leaving.
I shut the door and fell the floor. I had just experienced the best sex of my life, and was dying to experience it again. I walked upstairs to shower, my asshole loose after the intense fucking it had just received. I cleaned off my body, changed my clothes and wiped away the makeup. I was about to go to sleep when I heard an aggressive knock on the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and the tone of the knock alarmed me. I quietly walked to the door, and to my horror, I saw the douche delivery guy at the door. I was frozen in place.
“I know you’re in there bitch. You asked for Sam trying to get away from me. I wonder if you sucked him off you dirty whore. How was his fat tiny dick? Did his fat rolls hit you in the face? There’s no fucking way that pathetic piece of shit is getting his dicked licked while mine remain dry.” He yelled.
With every word I grew angrier. I couldn’t stand the way he talked about me, but even worse, the way he talked about Sam made my blood boil. I wasn’t going to let him talk this way about us, he needed to be taken down a notch. I began to act on instinct. I walked to my room and grabbed my baseball bat from high school.
“One last chance or I’m telling everyone I know about the whore that lives here!”
I walked to the door and opened it, the bat at rest by my side.
“Who the fuck are you!” I whispered, but as loudly as possible.
He was clearly taken aback. “Who the fuck are you?” Is all he could reply.
“This is my fucking house. I just got back from vacation, and you’re really pissing me off.”
For all the game he had been talking seconds earlier, he immediately got timid and began cowering away.
“Sorry, I think I got the wrong house.” He said, turning to leave.
“I don’t think you fuckin did. You see, my girlfriend was housesitting while I was gone, and my neighbor said he saw a guy leaving my place a couple weeks back.”
“I didn’t know man, I’m sorry. She was beggin me. If I knew she was in a relationship…” His whining was
pathetic.
“You call all the girls you get with whores? I should kill you just for stayin that, but you fucked my girl. For that, you really deserve a bashing.” I pulled my bat up.
“Dude, please, calm down. I’m so sorry. I have 200 bucks in my wallet from tips, it’s all yours.” He was pleading and I loved it.
“There’s no way you’re getting off that easy. I swung my bat and hit him in the leg. It wasn’t a hard hit, but
enough to get him on the ground.
He yelled in pain. “Please, I’ll give you anything. I’m sorry.”
“Get up, we’re gonna talk this out.” I helped him up and we walked inside.
I shut the door behind us. “I’m going to make this really simple for you. You know Hammurabi? I’m a big believer of his. Now, you have two choices. Either I beat the shit out of you with this bat, then shove it all the way up your pathetic ass, or you suck me off and take it in your ass. I don’t care either way, but your ass is mine one way or the other.” I picked up the bat and put it on my shoulder for effect.
“Dude, you can’t be serious. Please, anything else. I ain’t gay.” He cried out.
“Neither am I. But you fucked my bitch, now you need to get fucked like one.”
“I ain’t sucking your dick, I’ll take the first one.” As soon as he finished speaking I raised my bat and slammed it on his hand, which was resting on the table. He screamed out in pain.
“That’s a dumbass choice, but I’m not surprised.” I raised my bat again.
“No, no, please no.” He was defeated.
I pulled down my pants and grabbed his shoulders, shoving him to the ground. He kneeled there in front of me, in absolute shock at what was happening. “It’s not gonna suck itself.” I laughed.
He opened his mouth like he was allergic to it. He took me in his mouth, but his tounge was retreating down his throat, and he didn’t even press down with his lips.
“I said a blowjob. I bet a vasectomy feels better. You better enjoy yourself.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it towards me. I could hear him gag as he struggled to breathe. I tapped the top of his head with my bat and he stopped squirming. I felt him touch his tongue to the head of my cock, as well a gently pressing his lips against my base.
“That’s much better slut.” He continued, slowly moving his head back and forth. He began to move his tongue quicker, even flicking it against my head. I didn’t hate it, but I also wasn’t really getting hard. So I started to imagine my night with Sam. That did the trick, as I grew to my full 7 inches. He was struggling again, but I used my bat to remind him that he needed to be deepthroating me.
“Get me nice and wet, and I wanna hear you moan.” He regretfully obliged. I could feel him using more saliva, getting every inch of me wet. He moaned, I didn’t even care if it was forced and weak, he was becoming the bitch he was used to treating so poorly.
“Get up, pants down and bend over the table. Don’t say anything, and don’t you fight it.”
He was slow to do it, but eventually obeyed. I spit in my hand and began to rub my wet fingers up and down his crack, getting his hole wet. To my surprise, he was fully shaved down there.
“I thought you said you weren’t gay? You one of those sissy guys’ who only cares how they look?” I knew the answer. Although right now he was being completely submissive, he was a tall, muscular, well trimmed man. It made it even better that I was about to fuck hm.
“Tell me this is what you want, I need your permission.”
“I…I want this.” He said softly.
“You can do better than that.” I said as I placed the head of my cock against his asshole.
“I want your dick in my ass.” He said more confidently.
“That’s what I thought bitch.” With that, I unmercifully shoved my cock inside him. I didn’t ease him into it. I made sure that on one thrust he was filled with everything I could give him. He screamed out in pain and tried to buck away. But I was in control of him now and shoved him against the table.
“Talk to me the way you make girls talk to you.” I commanded him. I wasn’t even hard because of him. I was still imagining my night with Sam. I just wanted him to learn a lesson. I didn’t even pay attention to what he was saying, I knew if I wanted to cum I would have to use my imagination. Although his virgin ass was tight, the stimulation alone wasn’t enough.
“Fuck my slutty ass” He cried out. Although he was in pain, he was beginning to convince me that he was enjoying it. I began to pull out entirely and shove it in him, knowing that every time I penetrated him he was in a world of hurt.
“Oh ya, you’re so fucking big. I need it in me, don’t pull out.”
He was managing to pull me back to reality, and I happily obliged him. I didn’t even order him to, but he was beginning to match my thrusts, his hips rocking back to meet me. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard a moan of delight.
“Cum in me, I need your jizz.” At first I thought he was trying to get me to finish quicker, and maybe he really was, but when I pulled him up close to me, I saw that his dick was hard.
“Are you enjoying this?” I asked him.
“Your dick feels really good in my tight little ass.” He said. On one hand I could hear the fake interest in his voice, but on the other, his body really did seem to be enjoying it. I began to fuck him even faster, and he rocked his hips back at the same speed. I was close to cumming when the unexpected happened.
“Fuck me, Fuck me!” He yelled, as I saw bursts of his jizz cover my table. Shocked, I gave him one extremely deep thrust. My cock completely inside him, absolutely no part of me not in his ass, I came. The build up with my session with Sam, as well as the pleasant turn of events lead to an extremely strong orgasm. I yelled out and slapped his ass, hard. While cumming, I grabbed both of his cheeks and spread them apart, getting a good look at how widely my cock was spreading his asshole. I finished cumming and quickly pulled out of him.
He collapsed on to the table, moaning in delight, with tears also running down his face.
I pulled up my pants and grabbed his hair, pulling his straight up.
“Get out of my house, slut. If I ever see you back here, it means your giving me permission to use your ass however I want.”
He quickly got up and began to pick up his clothes, I stopped him. “No, your leaving this house in shame.”
He eventually agreed and left the house. I closed the door behind him and couldn’t believe what had happened. Two weeks ago, he treated me like a slut, and now, I had returned the favor. Even more interestingly, I had wanted him two weeks ago and finished repulsed by him. Now, I wanted him and he was the one that left satisfied. At least it seemed that way.
I went to bed, surprised my day had turned out the way it had. I had been a girl, experiencing mind blowing sex with an amazing guy that loved me. And I ended the night as a dominant man making a douche of a guy into my bitch, and he ended up loving it. I wasn’t sure what tomorrow had in store, but I was excited to find out.
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Teaching High School Girls Part 4

The same night that Jeff Ayers had his two beautiful high school students stripping naked in his shower, Zoe Ayers, his daughter, was driving home to see him.
Zoe had decided to skip her classes for the next two days, and drive back home for an impromptu visit. She was concerned, she had never gone so long without talking to her dad. Even at 19 she was still a daddy’s girl. First there had been the call a month ago when he didn’t leave a message, or call her back. But since then they had only spoken seldom, and he seemed distant when they did. She hoped nothing was wrong, and if it wasn’t, then this was just a good excuse to come visit her daddy. Her visits never failed to make them both happy.
She got there right after 5:30pm and saw two cars she didn’t recognize in the driveway. She wondered who her daddy’s visitors were, and suddenly regretted her decision to wear her short workout shorts and tank top, but she hadn’t expected to have to meet people.
She parked on the street and walked up to the house, peeking in the window, but didn’t see anything. She went to the front door, and didn’t knock since she still lived here. The door opened, so she slowly stepped inside. All the lights were on, but no one was around. She listened, and heard sounds coming from her dad’s bedroom. It sounded like slapping, and in her naiveté, it never occurred to her that he had a woman over.
She walked down the hallway, curiously wondering what that sound was. She got to his bathroom where the slapping and grunting sounds were louder, and stepped around the corner, only to see her daddy, with two young girls, all naked and oiled up, fucking with abandon. She was stunned speechless, her breath taken away for what felt like an eternity. Her purse slipped out of her hand and landed with a thud on the tile, and Katie turned, and gasped. Then Jeff looked over and saw her, and said, “Oh Shit! Zoe!”
That snapped Zoe out of it, and she said, “Daddy?” Her voice sounded like it was coming from another dimension, and her world was rocked. She had only ever known her him as her straight-laced strict father, this was completely outside the realm of what she thought he would ever do.
He said, “Baby, listen, this isn’t what it looks like.” She said, “It looks like you’re fucking these two girls against their will!” He said, “No, let me explain!” The whole time he was scrambling to get on his feet and find a towel to wrap around himself. He was covered in oil as well, so it was difficult. He managed though, and as he wrapped it around his waist, he moved toward Zoe.
She backed away, and not knowing how to cope with this, she headed toward the front door. He ran after her and tried to stop her, but when he grabbed her wrist, she just jerked it away, and his oiled grip slipped away. He just managed to get in front of the front door and push it shut as she opened it. She said, “Let me go, this is wrong!” he said, “No, listen to me, it’s not like that, they want to be here!” she said, “Yeah right! I can’t believe you would do this!” She shoved him aside, and not wanting to hurt her, he didn’t try to wrestle her, but just then, Katie and Hollie came out and ran over to her. They each grabbed an arm and pulled her back, just barely wrestling her away from the door.
They said, “Wait, it’s true, listen to him, we’re not here against our will! Please calm down!” Their words eventually got through to her, and she stopped fighting them. By then she was almost as covered in oil as them, but she stopped. They let her go, and then helped her to her feet. The girls were still wearing their torn skimpy spandex, which completely showed their breasts and nipples, and didn’t cover their pussies at all. She saw that they just stood there after she was on her feet, not even trying to cover themselves, and thought that they must be telling the truth. She said, “What’s going on dad? What is this?”
Jeff said, “It’s a long story, but please, give me the chance to tell it.” Zoe gave the girls one more look, and said, “Ok.” She was shaking still, so Jeff led her to the couch in the living room. The girls tagged along, and when they were seated across from each other about 5 feet apart, he said to them, “Girls, go get cleaned up and dressed.” They nodded and said, “Yes sir.” They turned and went back to his room. Zoe watched them until they turned the corner and said, “Wow, I’ve never seen anything like that.” He said, “I know, this must have been such a shock to you, I’m so sorry you found out about it like this.”
She said, “Are those students of yours? They look so young.” He said, “Yes they are. Let me start at the beginning.” He retold the story of how this year there were three girls making trouble for him. They were spoiled and he wasn’t letting them get away with their shit, so they tried to black mail him. She almost didn’t believe that part, after seeing how obedient and subservient those two had been, but she didn’t think her daddy was lying to her.
Once he got to the part where he turned the tables on them and spent the rest of the weekend fucking them to blackmail them, she found herself experiencing a very strange mix. On one hand she was shocked that her father was capable of the things he was describing, and she was even sure that he was holding back the details.
But on the other hand, she found herself becoming increasingly turned on. She saw such similarity between the new lifestyle she had discovered at the sorority and what she did to the girls. Warmth was spreading from her pussy to the rest of her body.
When he described how the girls had come back to him, desiring to be his sex slaves to make up for what they had done, she was positively horny. She said, “That’s an amazing story, I don’t even know what how to process it.” He said, “You just need some time, I know it’s quite a shock.” She said, “You can say that again, I never expected anything like that from you.” He said, “Are you ok with all this? Will you stay here tonight at least?” She said, “Of course, it’ll be fine.”
He was happy, and said, “I’m going to go get cleaned up now.” Having drawn attention to the fact that he was sitting naked apart from a towel around his waist and a coating of oil all over him made them both laugh awkwardly. This was a new thing for both of them, and they both sensed that their relationship would never be the same.
He got up and went to his room. A few minutes later, the girls came out, having showered quickly and dressed in their clothes from the dryer. They came out to the living room, and said, “We didn’t get to introduce ourselves earlier, that was rude. I’m Katie, and this is Hollie.” They stuck their hands out and Zoe shook theirs.
She said, “I’m his daughter Zoe, nice to meet you.” Zoe was amazed at how normal all of this felt after what she had just seen twenty minutes ago. Hollie said, “Sorry about grabbing you earlier, we just couldn’t let our being here cause any misunderstanding between you and Mr. Ayers.” She said, “It’s ok, I understand now.”
Katie said “Can we get you anything?” Zoe didn’t expect them to say that, they were acting like they were waitresses at a restaurant, not like two girls she had just caught her father fucking. She said, “Um, no, thanks.” They said goodbye and left, and Jeff came out shortly wearing shorts and a shirt. Zoe said, “I’m really tired, I’m going to go to bed.” He said, “Your room is still ready for you just like you left it.” He walked her up to her room.
She said, “Good night daddy,” and kissed him on the cheek, then he went back downstairs as she closed the door behind him. She hadn’t been home for an overnight visit in a long time, but everything was till right where she left it like he said.
She went to her dresser to get some clothes to sleep in, but since she had taken everything she had to school with her, she only had old clothes from when she was younger. She got out a pair of panties and a tank top that had been her favorite in high school. The material was thin from being so old, and they were too small on her, but she liked them. She looked at herself in the mirror, and admired her stiff nipples poking through the material, and her tender ass cheeks hanging out of her panties. She even had a camel toe, thanks to the too tight panties.
As she watched her reflection, she couldn’t help but think of her father looking at her, ogling her body the same way she was. Thoughts of what she had seen earlier immediately came back to her mind, and she felt her pussy flood.
She started rubbing herself under her panties, feeling her damp slit. Then she remembered that she had a vibrator in her nightstand, and opened the drawer to get it out. It wasn’t there, and she thought, someone must have been using it! She was upset for a moment, but as she pictured the nubile young girls fucking themselves with it, the image morphed to her father fucking them, and the girls were slowly replaced by Zoe herself!
She couldn’t resist any longer as she snaked her hand down her panties, and began fingering herself more urgently than she ever had. She fell to the bed, and brought herself to four of the strongest orgasms she had ever had, all in a row.
As she lay there panting, she was overcome with a strange mix of emotions. She felt some guilt at fantasizing about her own father fucking her, but it was overpowered by a new feeling of freedom. She had been hiding her real sex life from him her whole life, and this felt like that repression was finally lifted, like this was finally her chance to share the real her with her father. She fell asleep contemplating what this all meant.
When she woke up, her pussy was still wet, so she fingered herself to another orgasm. Then she got up and considered taking a shower and getting dressed, but decided she liked the way she looked in her flimsy underwear.
She comes out early in the morning, and is eating breakfast when he comes out. He says good morning, but she can tell he’s still unsure how things will go with her. She does catch him sneaking a peek at her in her skimpy underwear. He says, “Did you find some clothes to wear? I can find you something if you want.”
She says “No thanks, its ok. I’m comfortable in this. And after what I saw last night, I don’t think it’s entirely necessary.” They laughed awkwardly, and then sit in silence for a moment, not making eye contact.
Then she says, “They never really teach you how to talk to your dad about his new sex slaves, huh?” They look at each other, and then both start laughing. That finally broke the ice, and they began to talk candidly.
Finally she works up the nerve to say what she decided last night to say. She gets up, and goes around and sits next to him. He looks up, surprised, and she says, “Daddy, I’ve been thinking about everything since last night, and I just want you to know that I’m ok with it. With all of it I mean. Who you choose to sleep with and how that relationship goes is up to you, and it’s none of my business to try to tell you what you can or can’t do. I just hope that you won’t try to hide it from me, that’s all. There’s still a lot we don’t know about each other’s personal lives, but I hope that this can change that. You’re my daddy, the guy I trust more than anyone, and I want to share everything with you.”
He was absolutely stunned, that was the last thing he expected to hear his daughter say. He just stared at her with his mouth open, which made her giggle and say, “It’s ok daddy, you don’t have to say anything yet, think about it, and we’ll talk about it more when you get home from school.”
She stood up, and leaned over to give him a kiss. He couldn’t help but stare at her breasts nearly tumbling out of her tiny top, and he expected her to give him a peck on the cheek like she always did when she was younger, but instead she kissed him directly on the mouth. It wasn’t a lingering kiss, but it wasn’t quick either.
She smiled and walked back toward her room. She stopped and turned her head, and said, “I told my professors before I left that I’d be missing class for the rest of the week, and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if I stayed here?” He said, “No of course not,” then watched her ass cheeks bounce as she walked away.
He still couldn’t believe what had just happened, but he knew he had to get to work. Once there, he was distracted in his classes all day long thinking about what exactly she meant. Did she mean she was ok with knowing what she knew, or did she want to know more? Would she be ok with the girls coming over while she was there? Or did she mean even more than she had said? He wasn’t sure how much to tell her, but by the time he got home at 5 he had made up his mind.
He found her in the kitchen making dinner, wearing a tight pair of jeans and a tank top that showed off her curves and cleavage. He hugged her from behind, and she turned her head to kiss him again. They chatted about their days, and when they sat down to eat, he said, “So I’ve been thinking about what you said this morning, and I would love for you and me to become closer. You’ve always been my little girl, but you’re a grown woman now, and you can make your own decisions. And if you want to know about what I do here and tell me about what you do, then I’m happy.”
She was beaming, and jumped up and ran over and threw her arms around his neck. He laughed, and hugged her back, and said, “Katie and Hollie are coming over soon, after they’ve had dinner at home. I’ll tell you all about our story when they do.”
TO BE CONTINUED

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Hell House-Chapter 2

If you have not read chapter 1, you should do so, before reading this. Clicking on my name, in yellow above, will take you to the list of all my stories. Then just click on Hell House!

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Softly K i n k y

I’ve recently got pressured into writing a little bit of Erotica and I’m honestly curious on how to improve. I mainly just wrote sex because I’m trying to match it up to speed with my normal writing, I might try to write a full story later if I get an idea and can take what I learn from you all down in the comments and people enjoy it. Sorry for such a short story, but hope you enjoy! – W

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Locker Room Talk

“There was one person though that wasn’t as accepting as the rest, and that was Marshall Gordon, our Quarterback. He was in his senior year. A sure-fire guarantee to get into the NFL. Marshall was 21, he was 6’4 with sandy brown hair, and a lean figure. He had the kind of boyish good looks that seem to follow all quarterbacks.”

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Digital Chains, Chapter 4: An Acquired Taste

(Note: Sorry about the break. I got a girlfriend, and she’s been keeping me kind of busy. Also, due to popular request [sort of], I’m bringing Casper back. Bestiality haters can go now, but I can guarantee that there won’t be any more dog-fucking in future chapters [sorry, bestiality lovers])
-MercilessHound666 has signed on-
MercilessHound666: Good evening, my pet.
Me: Good evening, Master.
MercilessHound666: And how was your day?
Stacie’s life belonged a man that she’d never truly met. His name was B. Hound, according to the return address on the birthday present that he’d sent her. To her, he was simply Master, or ‘sir’ for simplicity.
Me: It was fun, sir
She liked being his pet. He was a reasonable man, for what it was worth, and never asked her to do anything too uncomfortable. His television ban might have been as upsetting as when he’d had her dog, Casper, take her cherry. Well, not exactly, but that had taken more getting used to.
MercilessHound666: You went to the amusement park, right? What rides did you go on, pet?
But sometimes he was just sadistic. He knew that the amusement park was not what she wanted to talk about, but she had no choice but to go along with his charade. She told him in detail, at his insistence, about each and every ride, until at last he changed the subject to the thing that was most pressing in her mind.
MercilessHound666: How do like your newest gift? Is it a good fit?
Me: It’s a little big for my tastes, sir.
MercilessHound666: Don’t worry, you’ll grow into it. Did anybody notice it?
Me: Melanie asked me if I was feeling alright after the car ride, sir.
MercilessHound666: Oh, dear. Anything you’d like to tell me?
Sometimes, he was really sadistic.
Me: I came without permission, sir.
He didn’t reply. Instead, she got a pair of requests. She quickly accepted them both and sent her own to avoid incurring too much of his anger. In moments, she was looking at his face. To anyone else, he would have looked pleased- almost elated. She knew better, and shrank with fear.
“You look nice. Very cute,” he said pleasantly, still smiling at her.
“Thank you, Master,” Stacie replied. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a white tank top, and her blonde hair was tied up into pig tails. She looked like a perverted mockup of a twelve year old schoolgirl, complete with her slight figure, but one thing was for certain- it was adorable. Of course, he’d known that before he’d told her to wear it.
“How about you take off your panties? When you’re done, show me your ass. I want to make sure you actually wore it.”
“Yes, sir.” She stood up a little ways from the camera so that it could catch her partial strip. Then she got on her hands and knees with her ass towards the camera.
“I guess it really was a tight fit,” he said. Stacie closed her eyes in shame. What he was referring to was a transparent plug that was inside her asshole. Yesterday had been her birthday, and with that had come a plethora of sexual toys from him. There had also been a smaller box that she’d been told to open in the morning, which she, of course, had. She’d had the butt plug inside of her since then, and now she suspected that he could see straight inside of her with it, despite how narrow it was at the point where her sphincter closed down on it.
“Yes, sir,” she replied simply.
“Good to know. Now then, what were you saying before?”
Stacie froze, but only for a second. If she kept him waiting, he’d repeat himself, and that sort of thing never ended well for her. “I came without permission today, sir,” she said, loudly and clearly.
His tone didn’t change. “Really, now? When was this?”
“On the roller coaster, sir.”
“What made you cum?” he asked, his sweet voice taking on a distinctly more sadistic tone. His pet opened her mouth a few times, although he couldn’t see it, and since she was taking too long, he needed to prompt her. “Stacie?”
“Sorry, sir. Having the plug in was just so embarrassing, I couldn’t help from cumming, sir.”
“What a pretty lie,” he said, chuckling. “Now turn around and tell me the truth.”
There was nothing pleasant about his voice now. Stacie slowly turned around to face him. He wasn’t visibly angry. He wasn’t visibly anything. His face was devoid of emotion, which terrified her more than if he was obviously furious. She swallowed hard, trying to get the words out of her mouth. “It… it was the plug, sir. I… I came…”
“You came from your ass?”
Stacie bit her lip. She didn’t like using the phrase, but it was the one best suited to her situation. “Yes, sir, I came from my ass,” she said, embarrassed.
“Good girl. See how much better it is to be honest? You may take it out now.”
Stacie bowed to him. “Thank you, sir,” she said promptly, and moved to obey. It was a fairly difficult task compared to getting it in- the graduation was a lot sharper at the base, but with the help of her rectal muscles, she got the two inch wide intruder out of her asshole. Without it inside of her, she felt incredibly empty.
“Now clean it,” she heard. She looked at him in shock.
“What?”
“There’s no point to you having toys if you won’t keep them in good shape. Clean it. With your mouth.”
Stacie cringed, but started licking the plug anyway. It was horrible. There wasn’t another decent word for it, considering where it had been all day. At least he couldn’t make her do anything more disgusting.
Unfortunately, he was fond of proving her wrong. “Suck it,” he said, and although she was horrified by the idea, she did so, taking the entire plug into her mouth. He smiled at her. “You look good like that,” he commented, referring to the mix of revulsion, pleading, and general whorishness on her face. This brought about a blush, as he knew it would, completing the picture.
“Now go to the bathroom. Clean yourself out again. Oh, and fetch Casper while you’re at it.”
Stacie bowed her head to him. “Yesh, shir,” she muttered around the plug. “Shir, ‘ay I-?”
“No. Go.” He knew her almost too well, anticipating and shooting down her request to rid herself of the plug before she was even able to get the question out. He watched sternly as she leaned over the computer and caused his view of the room to rotate, giving him a clear view of most of the room, and most importantly the door. His expression didn’t change when she pulled out a small box from its hiding place and pull an item out of it. It didn’t change until she had crawled out the door to fulfill his commands. He smiled.
By the time she’d gotten to the bathroom, Stacie had gotten the plug clean, so its sole remaining purpose for being in her mouth was to humiliate her, and it was working. Despite how many times she’d crawled through her home completely naked, doing the same with just her panties missing and a butt plug in her mouth felt like a whole new low. She could feel her pussy getting damp almost immediately- it was like her very first time, when she’d been made to sneak into her parents’ bedroom for a length of yarn. But this time she didn’t have to be quite so obvious, which was a relief. If she’d been told to go in there with the plug in her mouth, she might have balked. She would have taken any punishment, just to keep her parents from seeing her as what very well might appear to be an anal whore. There was one other difference as well- since this morning, her pubic hair was entirely shaved off instead of merely trimmed.
But she didn’t need to, so she closed the door behind her and looked at the item in her hands. She’d used it this morning, too. It was a memory that was going to be difficult to forget, for sure.
She stood up- shakily, since her ass was still recovering from the plug.
Last night, she’d broken one of his core rules- she’d been late to their daily chat. It had only been three minutes, but he’d promised punishment.
She set the item on the counter and turned on the faucet, making sure to get warm water and let it fill the sink.
A note inside of her gift box had instructed her on what that punishment was. The fact that he’d expected her distraction had seemed almost too cruel.
Once the sink was full, she picked the small plunger up again and filled it.
Use it on yourself two times without releasing, and then once more for every minute you kept me waiting, he’d written. She had already been in pain when she was just forcing the fourth shot into her system.
She then set the plunger on the toilet lid and carefully sat down on it, feeling the liquid as it slowly filled her rectum.
The five minutes that he’d ordered her to wait before releasing had been nothing short of hell.
Tonight, however, her enema was not intended strictly as punishment. If it had been, he would have been more specific. Because of this, she was able to just use one shot at a time until the water that came back out was clear. She did it one more time just to be sure and flushed it all down. She emptied the sink out as well before going back to her hands and knees. Now that she’d finished with that unhappy chore, she was off to complete another, far more familiar one. Casper followed her without hesitation, sniffing at her pussy all of the way back to her room.
“You may take it out now,” she heard. She had to think for a second before she realized what he was talking about. She took the plug that she’d gotten used to out of her mouth.
“Thank you, sir,” she said automatically as it popped out.
Her master nodded his approval. She allowed herself a small smile despite her fear at that moment. He didn’t plan to disappoint. “Strip now,” he ordered. “Don’t bother with a show tonight. Then get the green dildo and get it inside of you. I’d say you’re wet enough, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Stacie replied, blushing hotly. It wouldn’t have been half as embarrassing, she knew, if he hadn’t been absolutely correct. She was practically dripping already, so even the ten inch beast that was her green dildo wouldn’t have any problem getting inside. She pulled her top and skirt off quickly and scampered to where she kept her toys.
She shoved the green dildo into her pussy quickly enough to make it uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to stall. Her master always asked for a show. The fact that he specifically instructed her otherwise tonight didn’t bode well for her. She straightened up as soon as she was able to and scampered to stand in front of the camera.
He admired his prize. The small blonde girl was a wonderful example of youthful beauty, but that wasn’t what he loved about her. What excited him more than her body was the moment. This moment, where she stood nervously, waiting for her next instructions. He decided to give her a small break.
“Your pussy is full, your ass is clean, and Casper is here. Do you know what’s going to happen?” her master asked his tone seemingly curious. If Stacie didn’t know him so well, she might have actually suffered a hope of being able to escape this night with only as much shame as she’d already gone through.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, fighting not to look away.
“Do you want it?” he asked then.
Stacie almost replied yes, but remembered why she was in this position in the first place. “No, I don’t, sir.”
He smiled at her. She’d passed that test, but it didn’t change much. “Will you take it?”
“Yes, sir.” Her answer was automatic, without any hesitancy.
“Why?”
At this, she faltered. She knew the reason like she knew herself. The words were difficult, though. “B-because… You’re… I’m… I’m yours, Master. I’ll do whatever you want.”
He could hear the honesty in her voice, but he wasn’t going to let her off so easily. “So you’ll obey my rules?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Only cum when I tell you to?”
Stacie nodded emphatically. “Yes, sir.”
“Not LIE to me?”
Stacie’s knees almost buckled. His tone was so strong that it had physically jarred her. “Yes, sir.”
He stared hard at her for another minute before speaking again. “Since you’re going to take it anyway, you might as well ask for it,” he said.
Stacie relaxed a bit. He didn’t seem angry anymore. “That’s right, sir,” she said, actually glad to be back on this subject. “May I have Casper fuck my ass, sir?”
His smile grew. “Oh, no, my pet. You can do better than that.”
She nodded slowly and got down on her knees. “May I please have Casper fuck my ass, Master?”
The puppy dog eyes were a nice touch, he thought to himself. But… “Patience. You need to get ready first. Lube your ass and make sure he’s wet.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” She walked back to the box and, sure enough, Casper followed right behind her. He didn’t like it when she made him wait. While she was squirting lube into her hand, he was starting to nip at her thighs- not trying to hurt her, of course, but still making it clear that he was getting impatient.
She pushed him down and dropped down to her knees. ‘Make sure he’s wet’ could only mean one thing. The hand that had the lube on it reached behind her thoroughly slick her asshole. The other reached out for his cock. She then slowly leaned forward until she was propping herself up with her elbow, and took it into her mouth.
It wasn’t the first time she’d done this. Almost immediately after Stacie had lost her virginity, her master had suggested- as if anything that he said was merely a suggestion- that she learn how to give a blowjob. Since then, she’d swallowed quite a lot of cum, so she was led to assume that her technique was pretty good.
Tonight, however, the point was to simply get him wet, so she was fairly sloppy compared to her normal method. Besides that, the only thing that she had to worry about was keeping Casper from getting too excited. If he came or even knotted before he was inside of her, she’d surely be punished for it. Concentrating was just a little difficult, though. She could almost convince herself that sticking her lubed finger in her ass felt good.
“That should be enough,” her master said, causing her to look up briefly. Only briefly, though. She didn’t even need prompting for this next part. She got on all fours and offered her ass to her dog. He never needed prompting. He mounted her without hesitating.
For a few agonizing seconds, he thrusted aimlessly at her backside, even hitting her dildo a few times. But when he finally entered her ass, her master was able to tell immediately by the way that her face contorted in discomfort.
“How is it?” he asked, his calm voice a strange kind of counter to the jackhammer thrusts that Casper was using.
“It… hurts, sir,” Stacie choked out.
“Do you feel full?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How full?”
“So, so full… ugh… Master…”
“Personally, I think that the dildo was a nice touch. I’d thought of several other methods that could have kept him from going in the wrong- sorry, the ‘right’ hole, you know. Do you know why I didn’t choose any of them?”
Stacie was barely able to even understand what he was saying at that point. In the middle of his speech, Casper had begun knotting inside of her, so all that she to get out in response was in the form of grunts and moans.
“I can tell you’ve got a lot on your mind at the moment, so I’ll excuse your rudeness in not replying and just tell you. It was so that you could get the experience of being dee-peed- that’s double-penetrated, in case you didn’t know. I’d assume you do, but then, it’s foolhardy to make assumptions.”
Her processing ability was nearly gone at that point. The pain, if she even claim to continue calling it that, had almost completely overtaken her. Her body was treating everything as pure sensation, broken only by the still-present attachment to her master.
“I do hope you appreciate it,” he continued. “I considered using a rabbit- one that stimulates your clitoris too- but you and I both know that I can only be so kind. If I only had you to do things that you enjoyed, I’d be a bad owner, now wouldn’t I? It would just be spoiling you, and it would be no different than if I let you be on your own. And I’m sure by now you can be appreciative of hav-”
“Master,” Stacie gasped. “Cum.” If she had been in more control of herself, she might have felt shame at being driven to orgasm, but for the moment, all that she wanted was release.
He hated making things easy for her. “You’re going to have to be more clear than that. Full sentences might help.”
It was the same demand that he made in any other situation. Her response came as naturally as breathing. “Master, may I please cum?”
Several more seconds passed silently but for the sound of Casper and her own guttural moans. “Are you planning to finish that question?”
“Sorry, Master,” Stacie stammered, buying time for her few active brain cells to figure out what she did wrong. “May I please… cum…” She was getting so close it was unreal. She was going to cum “from my ass?”
“That’s it. Now cum for me.”
Casper came first, pumping his semen into her rectum. Just a moment earlier, and her orgasm would have been almost unavoidable, and she would have been being disobedient. Because of his release now, however, she was glad of it, because it pushed her even further off the edge. Or orgasms overlapped until all that she could feel or think was pleasure, and when they ended, she was just a girl with a dildo in her pussy and a dog knotted in her ass. She felt wonderful.
“It’s not so bad now, is it?” her master asked, and she felt another wash of pleasure. He was pleased. But he obviously wasn’t looking for an answer, since he kept talking. “Get your plug before he can pull out. I don’t want to see a drop come out.”
“Yes… sir.” Casper had already turned around so that they were ass-to-ass, so in order to reach her plug, she actually had to drag him a little bit with his knot pulling at her sphincter. It was made more difficult considering that she was weak from climax and he was a big dog, but she did manage to reach it and place it below his cock before he was able to pull out. The instant that he did, she pushed the plug in, pushing his cum back inside and trapping it there.
“That’s a good girl. I’m so proud. Now you’ll keep that inside you until you wake up in the morning, understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You may take the dildo out,” he said, and she immediately complied. “When Casper’s done, take him out of your room, and then get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I love you, Master,” Stacie murmured.
He smiled. “I love you, too.”
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