Completely

They don’t see each other often. But when they do, she is his completely…

She gets to the door before he even rings the bell. She says “Hi.” But, he doesn’t answer, just grabs her, putting one arm around her back, bringing her into him firmly and securely. His other hand slides up her neck to the back of her head where she feels his fingers grip her hair. He pulls her head toward him, kisses her softly, passionately. Her mind becomes dazed instantly. She can feel her pussy tingle and swell.

When he finishes kissing her, he whispers in her ear, “Hi beautiful. I have a surprise for you tonight, something fun that I think you’ll enjoy. But first, my cock is hard and you’re going to take care of that for me.”

“Come” he says, as he disengages all but the hand in her hair. He pulls her toward the living room. She walks with him. She would whether she had a choice or not, but she likes that he doesn’t give her one, that he keeps his hand in her hair, keeps the decision from being hers.

He sits on the loveseat. “Get on your knees where you belong.” She whispers, “Yes, Sir.” and does as he commands. “Good girl.” He praises her compliance. “You know what to do.” He states with confidence.

She reaches for the clasp on his jeans. Once free, his cock stands straight up in front of her face. He’s so large that it’s hard for her to take him in her mouth. He knows that and reminds her, “Watch your teeth.” She does her best and begins to pleasure him.

But, he only allows her to control his pleasure for a short time before she feels both of his hands in her hair, gripping her head. He prefers the control. He holds her head still and begins to move his hips, at first just gently pushing himself in and out of her mouth. It’s not long before he begins thrusting though, roughly fucking her face for his pleasure.

His cock hits the back of her throat over and over. It’s very difficult for her. She has trouble breathing and gags over and over again. Tears begin streaming down her face. But, he doesn’t mind her discomfort and she accepts his assault because she knows it pleases him. Her only concern is that he may be inconvenienced by having to wait while she reapplies her make-up after he’s done with her.

After what feels like forever to her, but is probably only moments in reality, he pushes her back and stands up. Then, he grabs her head again, gently, almost lovingly, runs a finger down the side of her cheek, and then just as gently tells her “open up that pretty fuck hole again for me.” The gentleness with which he says the words belies the words themselves, not to mention most of his actions. But, she loves the dichotomy. She loves that he uses her so roughly, but yet kisses her softly and speaks to her gently. It reminds her that he cares for her in his own way, but also that his pleasure always comes first.

She opens her mouth and he shoves himself back in again. “Look up and watch me while I use you, watch while I take my pleasure from you, babygirl.” She complies and sees his beautifully defined chest looming over her. She’s not even sure when he took his shirt off, but who cares. She watches as he closes his eyes, and throws his head back. She can’t help but think he looks sexy. His arms remain down, the muscles in them taut, hands gripping her head, holding her steady while he thrusts. She admires his masculine form while he uses her mouth to jerk himself off.

Finally, she feels his balls tighten. His cock seems to become impossibly larger right before the heat explodes in her mouth. His cock throbs several times. With each throb, another rush of hot cum pours down her throat. She eagerly and greedily swallows every drop as though it were a gift from a god.

His hands still lodged in her hair, he lifts her to him, looks into her teary eyes and says, “That’s a good girl. I’m done using you for now. Get a warm washcloth and clean my cock. Then you clean yourself up quickly so we can go.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir and thank you for giving me your cum too, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Now go. Quickly, now.” he says in his sweet way.

“Yes, Sir.”

She’s so turned on by his use of her that she wishes she could cum too. But, that’s not how this relationship works. She is his property when they are together; there for his sexual pleasure, not the other way around. So, she does as she’s told. Once he’s satisfied that his cock has been sufficiently cleaned, he dismisses her to clean herself up and she does so.

He’d told her to dress up a little more than usual tonight. He wanted her in a skirt with thigh highs, heels, and no panties. She complied.

He took her out for a nice Italian dinner first. It was wonderful and she loved it. The place was fancy enough that the tables had table cloths too, which he took advantage of fully of course. He commanded her to keep her legs spread like a whore while they waited for dinner. During that wait, he played with and fingered her pussy right there at the table. Throughout the meal, they flirted. They talked. They had a wonderful dinner.

After dinner, he took her to a local salsa dancing club. This was the real surprise. She loved to dance in general. He knew that about her and knew she’d love this surprise. Even better, he had a smattering of dance experience himself, but hadn’t told her that. Still, the club offered a short class before the real dancing began, so they took advantage of that. It was a lot of fun, especially with him taking liberties grabbing her tits and ass at any time no one was looking. She ended up being very impressed with him out on the dancefloor too. Once the class was over and they were able to really let loose, things got a bit hot and heavy, and sexy too. “Gotta love the salsa” she thought as she could feel his cock once when her ass brushed against him and she thought it felt at least half hard.

She wasn’t wrong either. Not long after she’d noticed his cock getting hard again, he took her to the hallway in front of the men’s room. He pressed her against the wall, leaned into her, gently pushed her hair back, kissed her neck softly, then whispered in her ear, “That hot chick that was dancing next to us got me all hard and horny again. I’m going to use your cunt to take care of that now. You don’t mind, do you babygirl?” 

She said, “No, of course not, Sir. I’m yours to use.” But, inside she’d hoped she was the reason for his arousal.

And she was just as much as the other girl. But, he had no need to let her know that right now. Right now, he wanted her to feel used. She was his property when they were together, after all. He thought it good to remind her of that now and then, and to test her submission to him as well.

He heard the slight sound disappointment in her voice too, knew that she’d hoped it was her that had aroused him. But he was happy that she behaved like a proper sex slave and didn’t complain about him using her to sate arousal in him caused by another woman. Of course, if she hadn’t behaved well, he would have had an excuse to punish her later, which was always fun. But, he liked that she was disciplined and compliant right now.

So, he praised her. “That’s my good girl.” She could hear the smile in his voice, the satisfaction he felt about being able to use her for any reason.

He grabbed her by the hair and drug her into one of the bathroom stalls, “Bend over the toilet. Get your face down in there. I want you to feel like a cheap whore while I use you to blow my load.”

“Yes, Sir.” She said as she bent over the toilet. He lifted her skirt up, exposing her completely to him.

“I also want you to know that I’m going to fantasize about fucking that hot chick while I use your pussy. You don’t have a problem with that, do you my little whore?”

“No, Sir. Whatever pleases you, Sir.”

“That’s right. That’s a good girl, just what I want to hear from my good little, well behaved cunt.”

It wasn’t two seconds before she felt the head of his cock pressing against her opening. He pushed his way into her and began thrusting. No matter how hard she tried to hold herself up, his thrusts pushed her head closer to the toilet bowl. This wasn’t a high class establishment either. The look and smell of it was disgusting and she couldn’t help but feel cheap and be reminded of what she was to him in that moment.

Maybe he sensed what she was feeling because the next words out of his mouth were, “Tell me what you are right now.”

“I’m your whore, Sir.”

“Yes, you are. Let me hear it again.”

I’m your whore, Sir.”

“Again.”

“I’m your whore, Sir.”

“Yes, good, good. Good little bitch, and I’m going to fuck your whore pussy so hard your mother’s gonna feel it.”

His breathing was becoming more and more labored as he fucked her like a battering ram. He was so large that his cock was hitting her insides over and over again. It was so painful for her, she couldn’t help but begin to cry out.

When her cries became too loud, he admonished her. “Shut up, whore. Don’t you dare cause other people to come in here before I’m done with you.”

She said, “Sorry, Sir” and bit down on her lips, tried as hard as she could to be quiet while he pounded into her relentlessly, bruising the inside of her pussy. Then, he lifted her up higher, told her to spread her legs apart further, and moved her closer to the wall. She was perpendicular now, with her hands on the wall instead of the toilet.

He placed a hand over each of her tits, gipping them hard. “Brace yourself” he said before beginning the next onslaught. If she thought his dick felt like a battering ram before, she was wrong. NOW, he was fucking her hard. Hell, he was fucking her so hard, she was afraid her cunt would break. Instead, he came suddenly and withdrew from her immediately, so much so that she felt a bit bereft. Still, she silently thanked the powers that be that she survived it.

Hands still on her tits, he lifted her up, pulling her back against him. He released a sigh of contentment in her ear. Softly, she said, “Thank you for using me, Sir. I hope I pleased you.”

“You’re welcome, babygirl and you did, very much so.” he said before kissing her tenderly. She melted into that tender kiss, so happy that he took his pleasure from her as he was meant to do. She could never believe how he could be so hard and rough with her one moment and so soft and gentle with her the next, but she loved it.

They left the restroom and danced the rest of the night away. It was an absolutely blast.

When they arrived back at her place, he said, “I’m tired and I’m not going to stay long, but I do want to use you one more time before I leave tonight.”

Inside, she had a brief thought that she might die. He’d fucked her so hard in the club’s bathroom that she was afraid her pussy wouldn’t be able to handle any more. But, that wasn’t her choice to make. She was only permitted to refuse him if it were medically necessary and though her insides were bruised, they weren’t that bruised. Of course, she could ask him not to fuck her. But, it would be his decision either way and she was there to please him, not disappoint him. So, she would never ask unless she felt she had no other choice, which meant that they headed up to her bedroom without further adieu.

He immediately commanded her to bend over the bed and lift her skirt out of the way. She was so frightened of how much it was going to hurt, but she complied nonetheless. He pulled his pants down. His cock was already hard. There would be no foreplay for her, no getting her ready. But she knew that. The only foreplay between them typically consisted of her preparing him anyway. She was his plaything. He was not hers. There was no need for him to provide foreplay for her pleasure. No, he simply inserted himself into her whenever he wanted, just like right now.

He rammed her hard, slamming into her already sore and bruised pussy. She cried out in pain as the tears immediately came to her eyes. He persisted, but thankfully, didn’t fuck her quite as hard as he did at the club. Still, he rammed her over and over again until she thought she’d split at the seams. Tears were streaming down her face by the time he had his release and he was done with her. But, she was so happy that he came, that her pussy was able to provide him with the pleasure he sought. As always, she thanked him for his use of her.

Ever so gently, he brushed the hair out of her face with his fingers. He kissed the tears on her cheeks. “You’re welcome, my beautiful little whore. You served me very well today, made me very happy.” he said and then punctuated that praise that meant so much to her with one of his soft, passionate kisses that made her swoon for him. His praise of her coupled with those wonderful kisses made her want him to take her all over again in that moment, even though she knew her body might not be able to handle it.

They walked downstairs. Once more, he grabbed her by the back of the hair and pulled her to him for yet another passionate kiss. She thought he must know that he always swept her off her feet with his gentleness and his kisses. They always left her dazed and ready to give him anything he wanted, no matter that she knew how rough he was with her or how painful it was for her when he claimed her for himself.

He looked into her eyes, and as if he knew how much his praise and approval meant to her, he reiterated, “You were a good girl tonight. You served me well and I’m very pleased with you.” Then he asked her, “Did you enjoy your surprise tonight?”

She beamed. She could never hear it enough. She was so happy he was pleased with her and his use of her. Plus, she truly loved that he took her out all the time. He always came up with great ideas and was so good to her, and the dinner was delicious, and the dancing was so much fun. It really couldn’t have been a more perfect evening. She told him as much and thanked him profusely for everything. She also told him how much she loved that she was his property when they were together, how she loved that he used her whenever he wanted, however he wanted, and she couldn’t help but look forward to him taking his pleasure from her again.