by M T Stone
“You have sensitive nipples to go along with that sensitive clit, don’t you?” he whispered as one hand slipped down beneath my drenched folds.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered back not wanting to disrupt the moment.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” he teased. With one nipple between his gloved fingers, he leaned down, pulled the other into his mouth, and began to nibble gently on it.
God that feels good. He continued to work all three spots in a rhythmic motion that quickly had me melting into the table. He didn’t even know me, but he seemed to know exactly how to get to me. Just when the sensation began to lessen, he would change up the rhythm or pressure, sending me to another new high. No one since Perry has worked the magic triangle like this. He switched nipples, so now his gloved hand was working with a slippery surface, which was even more erotic. This guy is amazingly ambidextrous.
“Mmm,” he moaned as he began to suckle the other nipple while firmly squeezing the first.
I nearly had my first orgasm when he repeatedly began to trace his fingers between my clit and my entrance. I can’t believe I’m letting a complete stranger do this to me. An utter lack of decent sex has finally driven me over the edge. Maybe I am a dirty slut. Shit that feels incredible. I struggled against my restraints a bit, as he continued to tease my opening while inundating my breasts.
“You can’t come until I give you permission,” he said sensing my ragged, choppy breathing.
“What?” I blurted out before my mind had a chance to catch up.
“Is that how you talk to me slut?” he barked in my ear as he forced his fingers deep inside of my pussy while grabbing my hair with the other hand.
“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” His fingertips were smack dab in the midst of my G-spot, which caused an involuntary shudder. Oh fuck…
“Are you coming, bitch?”
“No, sir!” I quickly tensed my body against the impulse.
“Are you sure?” he questioned as he slowly moved his fingers within me.
“I’m trying really hard not to, sir.” Quit rubbing me there if you don’t want me to come! Damn, that feels incredible. I can’t come… I can’t come…
“I know how badly you want come. All you have to do is admit that you’re a dirty slut and I’ll give you a mind blowing orgasm,” he muttered in my ear.
I’m a dirty slut! I thought to myself, but I couldn’t force the words to cross my lips. I was honestly trying to make my lips move, when I felt his fingers pull away from my yearning pussy. Oh please don’t stop! I’ll say it!
“Your hesitation is going to cost you, bitch,” he growled angrily.
“I’m sorry, sir. I was trying to say it,” I pleaded to no avail.
I instantly realized that years of programming from my mother, made it nearly impossible for me to tell this man that I was a dirty slut. My mind was not only unwilling to accept the concept, but was still reeling from being called a bitch and a whore as well. Why does he have to be so damn mean? Where the hell is he? I could still smell the scent of his cologne, but that was the only hint that he was still in the room with me.
“I’m going to give you some time to think things over,” he whispered snidely. “I’m not going to deliver a single orgasm today unless you admit to being a dirty slut.”
“I’m a dirty slut,” I murmured after hearing him walk away.
Gunner
This is going to be easier than I thought. She wasn’t lying when she said that she’s in dire need of an orgasm. It felt good to break down twenty-nine years’ worth of programming in less than half an hour. I watched her squirm for several minutes, then grabbed a small fan from the shelf and crept back over to her. She was actually moaning softly and moving her hips as if she was trying to get herself off. Good luck with that.
“Is that you, sir?” she asked as I placed the directional mini-fan just inches from her wet pussy lips and turned it on the lowest setting.
Without replying, I silently crept back to the supply room for a few more items that I would need to complete the task of completely breaking her. She continued to moan and stir as I gathered my supplies before rejoining her. I moved the fan just enough to allow me to place a silicone dick lightly against her opening. There are a lot of sex toys out there, but a nice big silicone dick with a sturdy handle is one of my favorites. That and the trusty Hitachi Magic Wand are all I need to send most women through the roof. Since she made the mistake of telling me about her sensitive clit, she will be no different.
“Have you had time to think about your answer, whore?” I asked, knowing that the word whore would instantly bring her defenses back up.
“Yes, sir, but I wish you wouldn’t call me a ‘whore,’” she replied with a whimper.
“Tell me, what’s the difference between a whore and a dirty slut?” I asked as I began to circle her clit with my slippery, gloved finger. These gloves feel incredible with a little lube on them.
“I don’t know, sir. ‘Whore’ just sounds so nasty.”
“I heard you admit to being a dirty slut earlier. A whore and a slut are the same thing, so all you have to do is admit that you are a dirty whore and we can proceed,” I drizzled some lube on the tip of the silicone dick and pushed it partially past her swollen lips.
“I’m a dirty slut, sir.”
“Tell me you’re a dirty whore and I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life, Raven,” I propositioned as I put a bit of pressure on the dick and continued to circle her clit with my fingers.
“I’m a dirty whore,” she whimpered after several seconds of hesitation.
“I didn’t quite hear you. What did you say?” I asked putting a bit more tension on the fake cock.
“I’m a dirty whore! Now fuck me, sir!” she snapped with a sudden change in her demeanor.
“You want me to fuck you with a dildo? You told me that dildos do nothing for you,” I extended her teasing.
“I obviously don’t know how to use one, sir,” she replied in desperation.
“I’m a very good teacher. Would you like to learn?” I began to push lightly on the handle once again.
“Yes, sir. Please show me how to fuck a dildo.”
God, I like this woman.
Raven
Somewhere between the fan, the clit teasing, and the feeling of that dildo between my aching lips, I lost it. Suddenly nothing mattered. Yes, I’m a dirty slut. Yes, I’m a whore. Yes, I want to be fucked by a fake penis! Shit… I think he just broke me. The feeling of being broken was extremely emotional for me. I actually felt tears burst into my eyes when I admitted to being a whore. The sadness only lingered for mere seconds however, before something much more intense took its place. The instant that he pushed that big, fucking thing inside of me, I felt the shudder of an unstoppable orgasm. It simply washed over me like a tidal wave.
“Did you just come without permission?” I heard him say.
“No, sir. I admitted to being a dirty slut. You said I could come if I did that,” I blurted out, somehow remembering what he had said earlier.
“You are way too coherent,” he contended as he began to fuck me with that big, slippery, fake dick. “I’m going to have to fuck up your mind a little bit.”
Just as I stopped trembling from the first orgasm, the next one began to build up behind it. I had never been fucked so deep before. Obviously I didn’t have the right kind of dildo. This one feels so damn real. I arched my back just a bit to catch the right angle.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, changing the angle and fucking me even more intensely. Oh my god, that’s insane.
“You have a sexy fucking body,” he moaned as he vigorously rubbed my clit while pounding me with that fabulous fake cock of his.
“Thank you, sir.” The sound of those complementary words rolling off his tongue, combined with the thought of him between my legs, immediately triggered my second orgasm.
“Oh god, that is sooo…” the words caught in my throat as
my body clenched and I felt the bite of the restraints against my skin. Fuck he’s not stopping.
Gunner
After two intense orgasms, I had her right where I wanted her. I had planned on using the Hitachi Magic Wand next, but since she was so sensitive, I decided that I should switch it out for a less powerful vibrator.
Just as she began to recover, I immediately wanted to push her further. “Hold onto this,” I instructed, pushing the fake dick as deep into her pussy as it would go.
“Hold tighter,” I barked as it started to slip out.
“I can’t,” she gasped.
“Yes, you can. Hold it as tight as you can.” I let go of the handle and she managed to hold it in place. “See, you can do it.”
I stepped out from between her legs and had to smile at the way she was flexing her abs in an effort to hang on to the dildo. I could hear her straining as I walked back over to the storage area and retrieved a more appropriate vibrator. I chose a little chrome one called the Silver Bullet. It works great on sensitive clits like hers.
“You aren’t holding on tight enough,” I chided as I slipped back between her legs and saw that half of the cock had been exposed. It’s actually impressive that she was able to hang onto it at all. She must do kegel exercises.
Raven
Seriously? My pussy is literally dripping and I’m supposed to hang onto a slippery fake cock? He has to be just messing with me again.
“Hang onto it now,” he commanded as I squeezed as hard as I could.
Suddenly a familiar buzzing sound filled the air and I felt a sharp bite on my clit as he pressed the damn thing right against my over-sensitized flesh.
“Don’t drop the dick,” he growled as he spread my lips and attacked my clit with the most amazing vibrator I had ever felt in my life.
I tried to focus on hanging onto the dildo, but the harder I tried, the more intensely he worked my clit. I’m not going to be able to hold it much longer, was my last thought as I felt it begin to slide. He suddenly grabbed the handle and yanked it from my straining pussy, unleashing another wave of orgasmic tension. Oh my fucking…
“Now you have to pay for dropping that,” he snarled as he thrust it deeply inside of me while circling my clit with the evil vibrator that had caused me to lose my grip.
It felt as if he was giving me every bit of that fake cock when he returned to the rhythmic fucking that he had been doing earlier. The deep penetration, combined with constant clit stimulation, kept me in a near constant state of orgasm. I don’t know how much more of this I can handle. I strained to pull away from that damn vibrator, but there was no possible way to retreat. I tried to catch my breath, but that only brought on another wave of pleasure from below.
“Are you beginning to like the dildo?” he asked breaking me from my trance.
“Yes, sir. I love it,” I replied, hoping he would lessen the intensity.
Nothing changed. He continued to stimulate me and fuck me with reckless abandon. I guess he meant it when he said he was going to fuck me within an inch of my life. My mind was becoming hazy and I was starting to have trouble swallowing. Am I actually drooling? I snapped back to consciousness briefly, just in time to feel a sensation that took me completely by surprise. It was as if something that had been welled up deep inside of me for a long, long time had suddenly been released.
“Oh, you good little sub,” Gunner muttered as I experienced the most earth shattering orgasm of my life.
My toes curled so hard that my foot instantly went into spasm, but even that didn’t faze me. My nervous system was so overloaded that I was seeing fireworks and felt as if I was having an out of body experience. Whatever had erupted from within me was very slippery and now that big, fat dick was moving even more freely.
The vibrator stopped and was replaced by his thumb, gently caressing my traumatized nub. That’s much better. He slowly moved the dick in and out of me, twisting it just slightly. My body shuttered once again as it struggled to recover from complete multi-sensory overload. Please be done.
Chapter 6
Gunner
That was incredible. In the three years of working with subs, I had never seen anyone squirt quite like that. Our members love that kind of shit. Raven will be a star if she can do that consistently. After a brief cool down, I set down the dildo and began to loosen her foot restraints. Her left foot had been incredibly contorted during her last climax, and I felt compelled to take a few seconds to massage it.
“Holy fuck,” she suddenly blurted out as she came back into full consciousness. “Were you trying to give me a heart attack or what?”
“Just relax and enjoy the endorphins.”
“I never knew they could make you feel like this. It’s like I’m completely wasted,” she mumbled as she began to move her feet.
“It’s amazing isn’t it? You did great,” I assured her, as I released the bindings from her hands.
I knew that Raven was flying high on a natural cocktail of neuropeptides that have been proven to be as powerful as morphine. Based on other first time subs, I also knew that once they wore off, she would be struggling with a myriad of mixed emotions. As the deep satisfaction began to fade, it would slowly give way to feelings of guilt. Guilt would slowly build into shame, and before long, feelings of regret would set in.
Human beings tend to think too much. If she starts to over-analyze what went on tonight, I will most likely never see her again. I need to make sure that doesn’t happen.
Raven
He removed the blindfold that had been covering my eyes and slowly the gorgeous hunk of a man who had been torturing me, came back into view. Beads of sweat glistened on his chest showing the amount of exertion that had gone into his efforts. I definitely needed an orgasm, but that was totally over the top. I struggled to focus on his face as he stood over me.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a hint of concern.
“I think so. Did you drug me or something? I feel so completely out of it.” I could sense that I was actually slurring.
“No, it’s all natural, sweetie. Just think… that was just level one.” He smirked as he bent over and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Just let me know when you are ready to get up. I’ll help you.”
I was too worn out to even move. I watched him as he cleaned up his toys and put new sheaths on them. They definitely practice safe sex around here. Even the toys wear condoms. He pulled off his gloves and threw them in the trash before washing his hands. I will never look at hospital gloves the same way again.
“Would you like me to help you up or are you ready for level two?” he asked as he returned to my side.
He’s so sexy when he smiles like that. It took a few seconds for my mind to comprehend what he had just asked me. “God no, I’m done. But yes, you are going to have to help me up.”
He lowered one foot to the floor at a time and then pulled my arms toward him to bring me onto my feet.
“Holy shit!” My legs were like noodles, buckling instantly beneath me. Luckily, he had quick reflexes and scooped me up before I hit the floor. As we stood there chest to chest, I couldn’t resist laying my head against him. “I think you broke me.”
“You’re damn right I broke you.” He laughed as he bent down, taking my legs out from under me and into his arms. “And I had a good time doing it, too.”
After carrying me back to the room where we had begun, he set me down on a fresh towel that had been strategically placed on the leather sofa.
“Here’s another towel, in case you want to dry off.”
“I could really use a shower, but I guess that can wait,” I replied as I toweled off and glanced around for my clothes.
“I would offer you a shower, but the water heater is broken. I’m assuming you wouldn’t want a cold one.”
“A cold shower might actually snap me out of this, but no. I’ll pass.”
He handed me my dress and high heels. “I’m keeping your bra and panties as souvenirs,�
� he needled.
“I’m a mess and you are going to make me go commando?” I asked looking down at my still drenched pussy.
