by Sara Fields
“I’m sorry I threw the drink you bought me in your face, sir,” I said quietly.
“I know, little girl. Do you feel like you’ve been punished?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I answered nervously.
“Good. Now I’m going to give you a choice. You can either make it up to me with those pretty lips and I’ll teach you a better use for that sassy mouth or you’re going to bend over that couch over there and I’ll use that tight virgin bottom with my cock,” he demanded.
I moaned out loud at the same time that my pussy clenched down with incredible need. I bit my lip, turning my gaze from the couch and back to him. I’d never had anal sex before and I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted tonight to be my first time. I glanced down at the rigid line of his cock still concealed by his slacks and I whimpered quietly.
I had to make a choice. Having a cock that size between my lips would no doubt make my jaw ache, but I knew that having my bottom fucked would hurt quite a bit more. I went with the easier option, or so I thought.
“With my mouth, sir,” I answered, chewing on my lip anxiously.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and my heart leapt at his words. His palm cupped my chin and he traced his thumb along my cheekbone. The electricity between us was palpable and his touch made my skin tingle with warmth. Then he dragged his thumb across my lower lip. I shuddered hard, feeling his strength simply through the grasp of his palm against my cheek.
“Get down on your knees, little one,” he instructed gently. I decided to obey him.
Slowly, I knelt down and gazed up at him. The uneven balance of power was especially obvious when he made me kneel before him. I shivered, sitting back on my heels and grimacing as my scalded backside pressed against my feet.
“Such a beautiful little thing when you’re down on your knees,” he murmured, and I felt a heated flush creep over my cheeks at his observation. I chewed at my lip and fidgeted with my fingers in my lap as I watched him reach for his belt. My bottom tensed as he pulled the thick leather through the buckle. He pulled it taut, unlatching the metal prong before sliding it open. He undid the button at the top of his black pants, before he grasped the zipper and pulled it down. The loud echo of it made my heart pound.
He pushed his dark gray boxers out of the way, finally freeing his cock to my view.
It was just as massive as I imagined it would be and it was so very hard. I could hold it in both hands, and it would easily extend beyond my fingers. I licked my lips, nervously squirming as I thought about the fact that it would soon be going in my mouth. I shuddered hard, feeling my pussy tighten helplessly at the same time.
A single drop of pre-cum dripped from the slit at the head of his cock. He used his thumb to swipe it off the tip, gathering it so that he could press it against my lips. The salty flavor of his seed spread across my tongue and I nervously closed my mouth around his finger, sucking it gently while I looked straight up into his eyes.
“You’re good at that, aren’t you, little girl?” he said darkly.
I hummed around his thumb and he groaned softly with his own pleasure. When he finally pulled his finger out of my mouth, the suckling sound was embarrassingly loud, and my blush deepened even further. His fingers grazed against my jawline and he lifted my chin toward his cock. I allowed him to lead me forward and I cautiously opened my mouth. With a shaky breath, I leaned forward and took his thick head in between my lips.
Fuck. He was big.
I wasn’t at all experienced in sucking cock, but I’d done it a few times before because my ex-boyfriend had begged me to. I hadn’t thought much of it back then, but this was so much more different than that. This time I actually wanted to do it.
My body was simmering from the inside out as I ventured down his cock with my lips. I closed them tentatively around him, suckling gently at first before I grew a bit bolder. As I gradually become more comfortable with the taste of him in his mouth, I bobbed my head up and down his thick length, gradually pushing him deeper into my throat with every move. He groaned with pleasure and I began to suck him more brazenly and a bit more vigorously than before.
His palm grazed against my cheek, threading back through my hair. He held onto me gently for a while longer, allowing me to gather myself as I took every last inch in my mouth. I shivered and the hand at the back of my head suddenly tightened. Nervously, I lifted my eyes to gaze at him and the darkness in his stare was terrifying. He tightened his fingers even harder.
I whimpered as a flash of pain blossomed across the back of my scalp and I tried to pull back as he shoved his cock much deeper into my mouth than I’d taken him yet. I gagged hard and pushed against his thighs with my hands, but it didn’t help in the slightest bit. He thrust harder and I choked on him for a long moment before I finally managed to gather myself and swallow around his cock like I knew he expected me to.
A rush of warmth came over me like a tidal wave. Wetness dripped down my thighs as he began to use my mouth as roughly as he pleased. He didn’t seem to care that my jaw was beginning to ache, and the back of my throat hurt from being fucked hard by his cock. He took my mouth as hard as he wanted and there was no way for me to escape it.
I’d never had control taken away from me like that and I hated myself knowing that I liked it.
It took no time at all for me to learn to time my breaths with his thrusts. I swirled my tongue around his thick length. He kept thrusting hard into my mouth, and I wondered how much longer he’d last.
He lasted a whole lot longer.
My tongue hurt. My throat was sore. My jaw ached.
None of it mattered. The more it went on, the more worried I became.
I suckled him harder, trying to show him that I wanted to please him. My eyes watered and my breath hitched in my throat. It didn’t take much longer for my tears to drip down my cheeks. My mascara was probably streaked and so messed up that it wouldn’t even be remotely fixable.
His fist tightened in my hair like a vise and I whined as a fresh wave of pain rolled over me. His cock throbbed hard against my tongue and I cried out as he slammed into my mouth. I opened my throat as much as I was able and swallowed around him, trying to show that I could be a good girl for him.
He growled, the sound low and seductive and I shivered hard. When the first spurt of his hot seed splashed against the back of my throat, it was so unexpected that I choked on it, and he snarled in warning.
“You’ll swallow every last drop, little girl, unless you want to go back over back over my knee for a session with my belt,” he growled, and I gasped with shock. The image of his threatened punishment flashed before my eyes and my pussy clamped down hard. Quickly, I tried to gather myself and I swallowed just in time for the second burst of his cum to mark my mouth as his. I forced myself to swallow every last drop of his seed, taking it all down my throat and into my belly before he was finally finished. A part of me wanted to break down and cry, but there was another piece of me that felt alive.
His hold on the back of my head relaxed and he pulled free of my lips. He used his thumb to gather the few droplets that had managed to escape onto my chin and pressed it back onto my tongue. I cleaned off his finger, lifting my gaze to take in the dark hazel eyes that were watching me with keen interest.
“Good girl. You did so very well,” he said softly and again, my heart leapt at the kind praise in a way that I couldn’t control. He tucked himself away and I was almost sad to see the sight of his cock covered up by the fabric of his slacks once more.
“Stand up for me now. I’d like to take another look at this beautiful body,” he instructed.
Carefully, he reached down and helped me to my feet. I struggled to normalize my breathing, small breathy pants escaping my lips as I tried to cope with the rampant arousal rushing through my veins. My entire body was quivering, and I could feel my tears drying on my cheeks as I stood shivering before him.
His soft touch glided across my body, feeling like a conduit straight to
the pulsing clit between my legs. My core twisted hard with desire as he lightly pinched my nipples and caressed my breasts. The feel of his fingers on my skin lingered with a simmering warmth and I found myself arching into him even more with every passing second.
“So beautiful. So responsive,” he whispered and as the words fell off his lips, I glowed with pride at his observations. Knowing that I could please him in that way was arousing and fulfilling and my pussy quivered with need because of it.
Then his fingers delved in between my thighs and he discovered what I had known all along.
I was soaking wet.
I’d never been this wet in my life.
He patted my pussy gently, almost mimicking the sound that his palm had made when it had spanked my bare bottom and I shivered hard.
My pussy tightened at the same time that his finger slipped inside me.
“Tell me, little girl. Has anyone ever punished your bare little bottom or that sassy mouth the way I have tonight?” he asked. There was no doubt in my mind that he already knew the answer, but I responded the way that he wanted anyway.
“No, sir,” I whispered. He studied my gaze more closely after that. I glanced over toward the leather loveseat and back to him, my pussy tightening with need as the image of him fucking me over it made my vision go hazy.
“That’s what making you so wet, isn’t it? You like it when I take control and right now, there’s a part of you that’s hoping that I’m going to bend you over that couch over there and punish that pretty little pussy with my cock until you’re screaming, sore, and entirely spent,” he observed.
I blushed so hard that I thought I was going to overheat with shame. It was as if he could see right through me, which was incredibly arousing at the same time that it was intensely terrifying. My clit throbbed even harder.
“Answer me, little girl, or I’ll follow through with my belt,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I finally managed to whisper. I shivered with embarrassment, feeling thoroughly off balance.
“Go and bend over the couch for me, little girl. You will show me that pretty little pussy if you want me to fuck it,” he demanded. I hummed with desire. I took one step after another on shaky legs until I reached the soft leather of the couch. I bent over the back of it, presenting myself to him in a sordid display that was even more shameful than the one I’d put on the stage.
This time, I was showing him all of me and it wasn’t by force. This time, I was willingly showing him everything in hopes that he’d reward me with his massive cock in between my thighs.
My skin tingled with heat and liquid fire churned hot and heavy inside my core. Every single muscle in my body tensed with need and my inner walls spasmed as I thought about the first moment that I would feel his massive hard cock force its way inside my pussy.
My hips swayed from side to side and I shivered as I imagined the way I was displaying myself. My back arched and my nipples peaked against the soft leather, just as my fingers gripped at the fabric in an effort to keep my unrestrained arousal at bay. I could feel wetness dripping down my sensitive folds and I rubbed my thighs together in hopes of chasing away the rampant desire that was threatening to boil over inside me. It didn’t work. It only seemed to make things worse.
I heard the chair creak behind me and then the unmistakable sound of his zipper descending. My breath rushed out of my throat in a silent gasp and everything in me tensed with anticipation.
“Spread your legs and arch your back for me. I want to see the pretty little pussy while I’m stroking my cock, little girl,” he demanded, and I panted with shame.
I felt like I had unknowingly jumped into the deep end of a pool and I couldn’t fight my way back to the surface. I was in far over my head and I knew it, but I didn’t want it to end. The incredible need pulsing through my body was stronger than I had ever known, and I had to admit to myself that I was curious.
I wanted to know what it was like.
I wanted him to fuck me.
Hard.
I wanted to know what it felt like when he made it hurt.
Would I come because of it? Would I quiver with desire as my pussy pulsed all around his cock? Would he do something even more shameful like touch my bottom hole while he was fucking me?
All the possibilities ran through my mind in flashes and I grew even more aroused at the unknown of it all. I wanted to turn around and watch as he stroked his cock, but without permission I was afraid that he would punish me again. I didn’t know if I could take another spanking. I was still so sore, and I just wanted to be fucked.
The chair creaked again, and I moaned nervously under my breath. I closed my eyes, trying to listen for his footsteps, but they didn’t come. Not yet.
Instead, silence reigned over the room and I trembled as I waited. I arched my back even further and spread my thighs a little bit more, trying to show him how very much I wanted his cock. I wondered if he was watching me and imagining how it would feel as he slid his length inside me for the very first time. My pussy clamped down hard at the thought and a soft sigh escaped my lips.
“Such a pretty little thing,” he murmured, and I jumped. He was far closer than I had thought and when he reached out to touch the back of my thigh, I trembled knowing that he was going to take me very soon.
“Sir,” I pleaded, lifting my hips in acquiescence. His fingers gripped my hip roughly and the heat of his cock pressed up against me. He was already hard again and its warmth throbbed hard against my wet folds, making me gasp with desire so strong that I had difficulty reining it in. Without thinking, I arched my pelvis in an attempt to force him inside my needy entrance and I blushed in shame when he pulled back and chuckled heartily in response.
“Very bold, little girl. Do you think you get to decide when you get my cock?” he purred, and my entire body practically ignited with passionate arousal.
“No, sir,” I whispered.
He stepped back, taking the heat of his cock away at the same time. He replaced it with his palm and before I had a second to react, he slapped my pussy hard three times in a row. I keened as powerful agony spread over my sensitive folds. There was a shamefully wet edge to the sound of each spank, and I moaned as my clit pulsed with desire even as my pussy throbbed from the painful sting of his hand.
“Who decides when you’re granted the privilege of my cock, little one?” he pressed.
“You do, sir,” I moaned. I desperately wanted to reach between my legs, not only to soothe my poor punished flesh but also to make myself come. He didn’t give me the time to even begin to do what I wanted though as the scalding hot head of his cock pressed against my entrance once more.
“That’s right, little girl. And now you’re going to take it. You’re going to take every last inch even though it’s going to hurt, aren’t you?” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned.
He forced his cock into my pussy in one smooth motion and I cried out as his thick girth stretched me wider than I thought possible. My pussy burned hot, the pain piercing as it radiated through my sore flesh. I whimpered and cried, but that didn’t stop him from taking what he wanted.
He didn’t give me any time to get used to his massive size. He started using my body hard and fast.
I’d never experienced sex like this before. This was brutal. It hurt just like he said it would and there was no doubt in my mind that I would be very sore before the night was through. I should hate being used like this, but something was soon becoming very clear to me.
I liked it. I liked it a lot.
My body was shuddering hard with more intense arousal than I had ever felt before. I was soaking wet and growing even wetter by the second. His cock felt so incredibly good and I knew that if he fucked me like this for much longer, I was going to come.
My pussy clenched down hard all around his cock and my legs trembled as I pushed back against him, taking him deeper and deeper until I thought I was going to lose my mind with the insa
ne passion pumping through my veins.
“Please,” I begged as I felt my inner walls clamp down on his cock.
“Would you like to come, little girl?” he demanded.
“Yes, please let me come, Silas,” I pleaded.
“You will call me sir when you’re being punished with my cock, naughty girl,” he threatened.
I cried out as he used me even harder, driving roughly into my pussy with every last thrust. His pelvis slapped against my punished backside and it stung almost as much as his palm had.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned, feeling very well scolded and needier than ever.
“You will wait for permission, little girl. If you come before I allow it, I’ll stop fucking this pretty little pussy and I’ll spank it bright red. You’ll be left sore, wet, and wanting instead as thoroughly sated,” he said gruffly, and I could have sworn that a lightning bolt of scalding electricity raced up and down my spine, settling deep in my core with brutal intensity. I knew my body was clutching desperately at his cock and that I could lose control at any moment.
I did everything I could to keep my release at bay, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. My thighs were quivering with every passing second and the ball of pleasure inside my core was quickly beginning to expand, twisting and turning and begging to be set free. I just needed him to say the words.
“Please, allow me to come. I can’t. Please. Have mercy, sir,” I pleaded. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I lost my grip and came hard all over his cock.
He fucked me even harder and didn’t answer for several long moments. I wailed as I struggled to follow his instructions. I begged him and just when I thought I was going to orgasm even though he hadn’t granted me permission yet, he finally said the words that I so desperately needed to hear.
“Come for me, little one. Come hard on my cock,” he demanded.
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I came so savagely hard that I saw stars.
My inner walls fluttered all around him before my body clamped down so tightly on his cock that he groaned with pleasure. The sound of his own desire cut straight to my core and my release compounded into something even more consuming than before. Brilliant piercing ecstasy blinded me from within, ravaging me with its power as I trembled beneath him. He never stopped fucking me and my orgasm seemed to go on and on.
